Authors note:
No Jaycee is not the hero. Just getting that clear right now.
Also, I don't own battletech, Warhammer 40k, nor do I get paid for these stories.
This is AU, as I know some things about the universe, but not others. And I already change a lot within the first paragraphs.
This is a sample, and other writing will take place.
Apologies for the shortness, but as I said, this is a sample.
Above the Blood Wolf home world Aesop in the year 3066
32 jumps from Terra.
Aboard the Title class Jump-Pod.
Khan Jaycee Vensir sat in the cockpit of his Isis, a 100 ton mech which looked entirely like a 35 ton Puma, only much larger and bristling with weaponry., looking at the various screens around him filled with data. The data that scrolled around him showed not his Puma, nor the area around him, but Jump co-ordinates for a planet 50 jumps away from Terra, Beyond the reaches of the clans. The System being targeted was supposed to be uninhabited, but data that is 382 years old is often outdated.
Sighing, Jaycee played the numbers across the screen once more, before running it through a secondary computer system which checked his calculations. As he did this nineteen more times, more for the point of safety than anything else, he pondered as to what he was going to do in the next star system. It was a habitable system, and already held many of the technology he would need to begin manufacturing the Blood Wolf clan. Several Jump Ships were supposed to be there for 300 years prior to his arrival. Mech Factories and the various sibko's that would be needed for their pilots. A number of other factories were there. The rest of the planet was an agricultural one, which had been storing food for the 300 years that it was absent. While contemplating this, the final digits scrolled across the screen, and the cockpit of his Isis was flooded in green light. He hit a button, and the entire thing entered into its jump, and came out above the planet. Immediately he took note of the massive amount of traffic in the area, and the queries which flooded the screen. Taking evasive actions, he sent the commands to the Jump-pod to initiate landing upon the planet, in the starport which was no longer empty of people. To him it appeared as though the world which would begin his assault had been plundered. Answering a hail from the planet, a face appeared onscreen.
A man, standing in what appeared to be in Wolf Clan uniforms, with a rank showing him to be Star Colonel. Almost immediately the other hails ceased, as he spoke. "With what right do you invade Wolf Clan holdings?"
"The right which is mine, as it is a Blood Wolf world, and as Khan of the Blood Wolf clan, it is my right to take it."
"I know of no Blood Wolf, and I assure you, I would know if there were such a clan."
"We have stayed far from the Galaxy, per the dying will of Alexander Kerensky. And as I am fulfilling my duty to him. As of this moment in time, I declare a Batchall. I am Khan Jaycee Vensir, of Clan Blood Wolf. I bid my Isis, and my Jump pod. Winner of the Trial of Possession shall gain control of this world and its inhabitants. Should I lose, then the world from which the Blood Wolf's call home shall become a Wolf Clan world."
"I am Star Colonel Blade Radick, of Clan Wolf. I will honer this Batchall. Time is required for bidding, and I would ask for 24 hours. Land upon the starport pad, and no harm shall befall you until I have answered your bid."
Satisfied that he would take back this world, Jaycee leaned back in his chair, and guided the Jump Pod down onto the surface of the Space Port. The Jump Pod landed with a whisper, and had people not seen it come down, they would not know it had touched down. A massive door opened, and Jaycee maneuvered his Isis out onto the surface of the world, before shedding his suit and donning normal garb. Hitting a button on the hatch of his Isis, a door opened and his chair swiveled around to allow him to exit the back of his Mech. He landed on the Tarmac, garbed in black, and almost immediately took note of the stares he drew. He then extracted a small black remote from within his pocket, and pressed a gold button. His Isis retreated into the bay of the Jump Pod, which closed around it, giving no indication that it had ever existed save for the foot prints on the Tarmac.
The Man in the air control tower was panicked. An unidentified drop pod had landed on his air pad, without disclosing any information. It had disgorged a massive Puma, which in turn disgorged a man, before the Puma returned to the drop pod, which sealed up. It was like something out of a holo-video. And it scared the man into wearing brown pants. The person on the Tarmac stood and looked around, and began heading towards one of the warriors taverns stationed around the Tarmac. The person in the tower ran to his computer and fired off message after message to his superiors, trying to alert as many people as he could. He received only one message back, and that was to not bother them about the visitor again. The man, clocked out and went home, praying that his superiors knew what they were doing.
Inside the tavern, a point of elementals were talking and laughing, sitting at the bar filled with mechwarriors. They were all clan, and most were true-born. Some had bondsmen with them, which seemed slightly odd. When the door opened, and admitted a black clad warrior with a blood red wolf painted on his back, the bar slowly went quiet. He stepped between the elementals and asked the bartender for his strongest brew. The bartender handed him a mug filled with a liquid so dark it was almost black. The new-comer smiled and sat down on one of the chairs, before drinking the liquid. Having not even acknowledging the presence of the elementals, they began to become angry with the man. When he threw back the entire mug like it was a bottle of water handed to a man in the desert who had been left there for weeks, the point leader became even angrier. The man got up, set a couple of pieces of metal onto the bar, and walked out. The Elemental thought he had cheated the bartender, and got up and left, not realizing that the metal he had left behind could have been used to armor a star of mechs. The Man walked back to his Drop pod, seemingly not noticing the Elemental behind him.
Jaycee had left the bar, and was returning to his jump-pod when he noticed that he was being followed by an elemental. The man was a massively built warrior, and looked like he could slag a tank with his bare hands. Jaycee smiled secretly, as he actually had slagged a tank with his bare hands. He stopped walking when he reached the jump pod, and stood, waiting for the elemental to reveal his reason for following Jaycee.
The elemental slammed his fist into the back of Jaycee's head, sending him tumbling forward. Jaycee replied with a kick to the man's shin, before flipping to a standing position and taking a proper stance. The elemental struck again, though this time his fist met air with enough force to rip a slab of armor off of a battlemech. Jaycee's dodge had cleared the fist, and so he grabbed it, dropped inside the elementals range, and cranked the mans arm over his shoulder, sending him flying about 30 feet. Jaycee was already moving to the man before he could recover, and had broken the mans arm by grabbing it, stepping on his shoulder, and kneeing it. The whole think shattered, and splinters spat from the mans arm, flying across the tarmac like bullets. The Elemental began screaming, as no man, genetically modified or otherwise should ever be able to stand pain like that. Jaycee left him there, before pressing a button on his remote and stepping into the emerging battlemech. He angled the mech, and stepped forward, and with a sickening crunch, the man who had been screaming bloody murder was now missing both legs. Jaycee maneuvered the mech backwards, before setting it upon the mans other arm, and crushing it like a pancake. Jaycee then emerged from the battlemech, with a vibro-knife in hand, and a regular bladed one. He sat next to the screaming man, as the weight of the battlemech had tied the body together so it wasn't bleeding, and he began playing the normal knife across the mans body, forging bright red gashes from him. He peeled skin off to reveal the bone underneath, and with precision brought the vibro knife to cut each rib off without damaging the internals. Each piece of the mans body was separated out, and organized while the man still lay, no longer able to scream as he no longer had his voice in the right spot. It was gruesome and bloody, and when the man finally ceased movement, Jaycee returned to the cockpit of his mech, covered in blood. He repositioned the mech to sit atop the corpse, and pulled open a view-screen to show him the footage of the evisceration he had done, laughing in glee as he watched it over, and over again.