Thirty minutes from DZ, the com ops team on board Galaxy Commander Pryde's leopard class Dropship, picked up transmissions, where the channels had fallen silent ,but minutes before. She ordered the transmissions be routed to the bridge speakers.
"So, we meet again" said Zhan his Dire Wolf 200 metres from the Knife's Atlas.
"What changed your mind" quipped the Knife, not knowing the hidden barb the words would carry.
"A desire to see you dead freebirth" replied Zhan angrily.
"And we agree if i win the Nemesis is free"
"I'll hardly have use for it if i lose" replied Zhan
"But your men will honor the agreement" pressed Carver.
"What do i care", " i have everything i want right here" came Zhans reply.
"You dirty....." was all Carver got out before the Daishi opened fire on him.
He started the atlas running to the left, while he torso twisted to the right. He killed the alarm that told him his LRM racks had been hit. 4 ER Large laser's and 4 ER Med pulse lasers had melted and fused most of the missile ports shut. He flicked another toggle. The unspent ammo was spat from a port in the rear armour.
The threat of internal ammo explosion neutralised he turned his attention to his target.
His return fire missed as the Daishi's ultra A/C 5's stitched a line of tiny craters up the Atlas's legs and left arm. The ER Large's and ER medium pulse's completed the job and the arm was severed at the shoulder to fall lazily to the lunar surface.
The knife struggled to bring his remaining weapons into line with the Daishi, but the A/C 5's again hit and sent armour spinning from the Atlas's Legs. The gyros screaming in protest the atlas spun 270 degrees and fell.
To be continued...............
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Poker Face
Started by CG Anastasius Focht, Nov 02 2011 03:58 PM
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#22
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Posted 20 November 2011 - 05:30 PM
Zahn, watched the Atlas fall with satisfaction, he held fire while it lay prone, wanting the pilot to get up so he could knock it down again.
While regaining the feet of the Atlas with only one arm would have tested the best piloting skills, the low lunar gravity helped and the knife got his mech standing again.
His shoulder ached from the dislocation suffered when the Atlas fell, his seats restraining belts saving him from all but this injury.
He fired his remaining PPC and scored a hit, before Zahns Daishi again savaged his legs with an alpha strike.
His body lurched painfully against the straps as his mech, right leg crippled, shed forward momentum and began limping.
Zahn was smiling, after all his subordinates were not here. He could afford the luxury.
His plans in ruins, certain death at the hands of GC Pryde awaiting, yet still he was happy. He would finally kill the trashborn who had bested him oh so long ago.
He waited for the Atlas to put one more token round of resistance in before he finished it off.
The Knife was still in the fight.
Bringing the Atlas to a halt and raising the right arm, he hit the actuator lock overide. At the same time he hit the remote detonator taped on his console.
There was noise.......... and darkness.............
Zahn watched as the side of the Atlas's head exploded in a gout of flame, armour chunks flew.
A jet of vapour hissed from the side of the mech as the cockpit was breached and the air escaped to cascade over the Atlas's shoulder as snow.
For a moment time also froze.
The decimated Atlas stood lifeless, one arm raised, a statue.
Zahn was enraged, some fluke had robbed him of a kill. the mech's cockpit and life support systems perhaps damaged in the fall had failed.........
And still he was mocked, there stood his opponents mech arm raised. even savaged as it was something in the pose struck a heroical chord.
He willed his mech forward intending to batter this final insult into the dust with his mechs arms.............
The knife could taste blood, but he did not know from where. His whole head was a candidate judging from the way it throbbed. but his suit had withstood the blast from the limpet mine, where the cockpit had not.
He watched Zahns rush, hand over the actuator overlock switch already rimmed with frost in the vacuum.
The Daishi, arm pods raised to hammer the Atlas down never struck. Instead the remaining arm on the Atlas freed of the overlock came crashing down, its fist burying itself in Zahns cockpit.
To be Continued....................
While regaining the feet of the Atlas with only one arm would have tested the best piloting skills, the low lunar gravity helped and the knife got his mech standing again.
His shoulder ached from the dislocation suffered when the Atlas fell, his seats restraining belts saving him from all but this injury.
He fired his remaining PPC and scored a hit, before Zahns Daishi again savaged his legs with an alpha strike.
His body lurched painfully against the straps as his mech, right leg crippled, shed forward momentum and began limping.
Zahn was smiling, after all his subordinates were not here. He could afford the luxury.
His plans in ruins, certain death at the hands of GC Pryde awaiting, yet still he was happy. He would finally kill the trashborn who had bested him oh so long ago.
He waited for the Atlas to put one more token round of resistance in before he finished it off.
The Knife was still in the fight.
Bringing the Atlas to a halt and raising the right arm, he hit the actuator lock overide. At the same time he hit the remote detonator taped on his console.
There was noise.......... and darkness.............
Zahn watched as the side of the Atlas's head exploded in a gout of flame, armour chunks flew.
A jet of vapour hissed from the side of the mech as the cockpit was breached and the air escaped to cascade over the Atlas's shoulder as snow.
For a moment time also froze.
The decimated Atlas stood lifeless, one arm raised, a statue.
Zahn was enraged, some fluke had robbed him of a kill. the mech's cockpit and life support systems perhaps damaged in the fall had failed.........
And still he was mocked, there stood his opponents mech arm raised. even savaged as it was something in the pose struck a heroical chord.
He willed his mech forward intending to batter this final insult into the dust with his mechs arms.............
The knife could taste blood, but he did not know from where. His whole head was a candidate judging from the way it throbbed. but his suit had withstood the blast from the limpet mine, where the cockpit had not.
He watched Zahns rush, hand over the actuator overlock switch already rimmed with frost in the vacuum.
The Daishi, arm pods raised to hammer the Atlas down never struck. Instead the remaining arm on the Atlas freed of the overlock came crashing down, its fist burying itself in Zahns cockpit.
To be Continued....................
#23
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Posted 21 November 2011 - 02:53 PM
Mission de-briefing:
planetside:
The Knife looked into the stoney face of Col Hastings and tried to read the man.
looking back at his hand he decided to call a raise.
"So when this new Dropship turns up , i figure there goes the deal. Fats in the pan."
He tossed more c-bills in the pot
"Instead some ranking officer offers us the use of her Dropship to transport down, then packs up her troops and goes. We were ripe for the plucking, but she wasnt interested in us at all, why she lent us a dropship albiet crewed by elementals i dont know .She seemed almost grateful i killed Zahn"
You win again, replied hastings throwing in his cards.
The End
Black Angus
Well i hoped you enjoyed reading poker face as much as i had fun writing it
planetside:
The Knife looked into the stoney face of Col Hastings and tried to read the man.
looking back at his hand he decided to call a raise.
"So when this new Dropship turns up , i figure there goes the deal. Fats in the pan."
He tossed more c-bills in the pot
"Instead some ranking officer offers us the use of her Dropship to transport down, then packs up her troops and goes. We were ripe for the plucking, but she wasnt interested in us at all, why she lent us a dropship albiet crewed by elementals i dont know .She seemed almost grateful i killed Zahn"
You win again, replied hastings throwing in his cards.
The End
Black Angus
Well i hoped you enjoyed reading poker face as much as i had fun writing it
Edited by CG Anastasius Focht, 17 May 2015 - 09:07 PM.
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