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Unit Commanding Officer)
ON:
Scene:
Red Saga
Orbiting Nauticus
100 LY from known space
Johnathan Shade left the briefing room, and headed straight for the
simulators. Once there, he plugged himself in to a five-to one match, against
one Battle Cobra, a Stormcrow, one Summoner, one Timber Wolf, and a Masakari,
all random loadouts. He stepped into the pod, and started the startup sequence,
bringing his 75 ton (simulated) behemoth up to full combat readiness.
He brought his sensors online, and saw the five 'mechs waiting two
and a half klicks distant. He was simulating a trial, in which he would fight
one at a time, lightest to heaviest. He started his mech forward, and the first
Battle Cobra sprinted out. He pushed the Penetrator forward to its maximum
speed, and watched the distance readout counting down. The second before his
mech got within the range of his enemy, Shade leaped up and over.
He yelled in excitement and adrenaline as two large pulse lasers
stitched below him, coming up toward his mech. He cut in a side jet, and slid
himself sideways a handful of meters, feathering his jets for a smooth landing.
When he landed, he slowed slightly, and fired off a large laser.
The beam from the weapon struck the chest of the enemy, scarring a
black wound into the exterior armor. Shade shot off his other arm-mounted laser,
and watched it mark across an arm. The one-two punch sent the lighter mech
stumbling for a pace or two, but it straightened out. Shade felt the
aftereffects of his weapons fire as it rose up through the deck in waves of
heat. He soon had more to worry about, however, as his enemy had recovered, and
sent two more bursts of interrupted laser energy his way. He took several pulses
to the chest, and one flashed just over his cockpit, burning a shadow onto his
retina. Two connected with his right arm, freezing a small amount of myomer.
He jumped again, this time more sideways, and fired off his pulse
lasers at the apex. He had a decent lock, and many of the shots hit. One tracked
a line of dots up the right arm, ending halfway up. A second whipped up from the
upper right torso, across the head, rattling the enemy mechwarrior, and into
space. Yet another sent a burst into the left foot, hitting something psuedo-crucial,
and slowing the faster mech a little bit. The other three bursts were of little
consequence, scattering small holes on the enemy's extremities. The cabin
temperature rose another couple of degrees. He wanted to end this opponent
quickly, so he lined up with him, and jumped.
It was an almost perfect arc, and the Battle Cobra had almost no
defense. To the enemy's credit, he did avoid a direct DFA, but the 75 ton
Penetrator still crushed the left arm of the smaller mech, disabling half of its
weapons, and sending it stumbling to the ground. A quick but vicious kick to the
cockpit eliminated the pilot.
"One Down," Shade shouted, knowing somewhere in the back of his
mind that no one could hear him, but not caring. He saw the enemy Stormcrow
moving forward, and immediately heard the tone of a missile lock. Forty arrows
arced from the enemy's launchers, but Shade engaged his AMS, downing a quarter.
Another 50% missed other than that, but it was still enough armor loss that his
mech's stride skipped a beat. He jumped diagonally, trying to avoid another
lock. He got within range of his large lasers, and fired both at once. One
struck the backwards facing knee of the other mech, fusing metal. The weld
snapped on the next step though, and the Stormcrow continued walking with only a
small hitch in its stride.
The second struck a missile launcher just as another salvo was
exposed to daylight. One of the warheads cooked off, and started a devastating
chain reaction. Luckily for the enemy, the CASE blowout panels in the back of
his mech functioned, dumping the volatile LRM ammo safely to the ground, but
rendering his main weapons useless.
However, the Stormcrow still had bite, in its arm-mounted large
lasers. Both flashed out towards Shade. One ripped into his right shoulder,
tearing a smoldering line, and the other zipped straight into his torso rotation
ring, soldering it weakly in place. Shade was through playing now, and even with
the
temperature in the cockpit rising quickly, He fired off one bank of pulse
lasers, then the other. The first went all over the place, due to a partial
lock, but one lucky one stitched up a laser housing, making that particular
weapon a little more dangerous to use.
The second band did real damage, exploring a little deeper into the
ruined missile launchers. Structural material melted, and three shots scarred
pristine armor right over the gyro. Shade followed up with his two large lasers,
on full lock. Right on the center torso. Both ripped into the armor savagely,
taking advantage of the small wounds opened up by the pulse lasers before them.
"Temperature warning," a dull voice echoed through Shade's cockpit. He slapped
the shutdown override switch, and fired his pulse lasers into the scars created
by his large lasers. They probed in, and found the reactor housing. As the
ceramic material sloughed off, extra laser energy spilt into the fusion core of
the mech. The containment fields failed in their duty, and the 'mech went down
in the flames of its own fusion reactor.
The temperature was now truly unbearable, and Shade fought
unconsciousness. However, the temperature had soon dropped, but the first thing
to happen after that was the Summoner sending a PPC into his left leg. Myomer
fused, and an actuator stiffened slightly. Shade started moving again, and the
Summoner took off on its jump jets. Right as it reached its apex, Shade cut
loose with his large lasers. Both beams nailed center torso, drawing lines
across the pristine armor. The return fire of an LB-10X autocannon sprayed
damage across Shade's not-so-pristine mech. Three heat sinks had just ruptured
from that shot alone. Then, five missiles streaked from the shoulder launcher of
the Summoner. The AMS system engaged, but only in time to catch two of the
missiles. the other three pitted Shade's mech, one hitting just below the
cockpit.
Shade stumbled, and almost fell. He would have, if the Summoner had
fired anything else at him. But he was spared, and righted himself. The next
thing to happen was another large laser, this time ripping a gouge out of the
mech right by the cockpit. It was probably Shade's imagination, but he could
have sworn he saw sparks in the cockpit. Ignoring the more significant heat
buildup, Shade jumped. His arc took him over the Summoner, whose pilot was still
somewhat stunned by his close miss. Because of this, Shade got a clear shot at
the Summoner's back. Another large laser and six medium pulse lasers chewed into
the enemy, fusing CASE panels shut, but hitting no other crucial systems. The
enemy turned, and another PPC flashed out.
The energy weapon caught the Penetrator in the left foot actuator,
finally freezing the joint. Shade stumbled, and fought to stay on his feet. The
giant gyroscope at the center of his mech did its best, but his mech still
toppled forward and to the left.
He fell on his left arm, mangling it and crushing the laser barrel.
The weapon was probably useless. Shade shoved himself to his feet with the bad
arm, and sent another laser into the Summoner. The missile rack absorbed the
damage, and several holes were plugged. Shade jumped his 'mech forward, and was
soon at close range with his opponent. The autocannon barked again, and lodged
Johnathan's rotator ring firmly in place, as well as taking out two pulse
lasers. Shade knew that his CLG was incredibly close. He stumbled a few more
steps, bringing himself to melee range, raised his 'mech's mangled arm, and
brought it down on the cockpit. The enemy mech crumpled, and Shade stepped back.
As the Summoner fell, two PPC bolts tore into his right arm, and
the appendage went flying off. Three seconds later, a flight of missles,
undeterred by the ammo-bankrupt AMS, crashed into Shade's mech. His beast
finally gave out, as ejection warnings rang throughout the cockpit. As a last
gesture of defiance, he fired all of his remaining pulse lasers through the
smoke at the enemy Timber Wolf. Only one hit, doing small amounts of damage
across the torso. Shade reached up, and pulled the handle on the ceiling of the
cockpit. The rest, after a rush of air and a blur of color, was darkness.
He cracked the pod, and moisture in the pod air immediately rushed
out as steam. Shade grabbed a towel, and headed for the 'mech bay. On his way
out, he grabbed his performance printout, and looked it over. He had performed
at 125% of his previous efficiency. Apparently actual combat did improve
performance.
He soon stepped up to the small man at the foot of John Galt, and
said "Is he ready to go to war?"
"Ready as he'll ever be," the tech replied. "So, I hear you're on a
near-suicidal mission. Have fun. Come back alive. And if you must die, don't
screw up our boy too bad."
"How'd you know about the mission?" Shade asked, bewildered.
"You'd be amazed at what you learn as a tech," the man replied.
"I'm Carl Adam, by the way," he said, offering Shade his hand.
"John Shade," came the reply, along with a clasp.
"Nice to meet you, Johnnie-boy. Best be getting some rest now. Only
a little bit till you're back in the fire."
Shade nodded, and walked off, taking the time to say goodbye.
Even though he was hyped up for the mission, he was bone tired from
his simulation. As soon as he reached the bunk room, he flopped down onto his
cot, and was very quickly asleep.
----TIME LAPSE----
Shade woke up with twelve hours until mission time. He got a bite
to eat, and went another game in the simpods. He double-checked with Carl the
Tech on John Galt, and went back to sleep for another five hours. Two hours
before drop, he woke up again, and visited the armory. He selected a laser
rifle, as well as one gyrojet pistol. He carried them to his mechbay, and
strapped them under his command couch. He buckled in, while the techs
double-checked the disposable jump pods attached to his mech's arms and legs.
Carl found an excuse to check the life support, and wished him good luck. Shade
felt the atmosphere rubbing the Saga as she dropped back in. He heard BigDog's
voice.
"Diversion team, sound off." Shade waited his turn, and said "This
is Orr, locked, loaded, ready to kill." Grayfox came on, and gave them brief
instructions. The cold, hard, edge of a killer came back to Johnathan's eyes as
he watched the countdown timer on his secondary screen.
Five...four...three...two...one...zero. The drop doors opened.
The counterattack had begun.
OFF:
Johnathan "Orr" Shade
Recruit
Strike 'Bamba' Lance
PTR-4D Penetrator
Crimson Legion Merc Unit
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