The Word of Blake Holy War----The other side of the story
Disclaimer: The contents of this story aren't mine.
This is my 2nd fan fiction so send reviews!
Lt. Brice was awoken from his nightmarish dreams by a stern voice growling through the intercom in his sleeping quarters. The voice belonged to his commanding officer Capt. Schmitz. The Captain was a strict man with a bad attitude. He expected each mission to go according to plan or everyone's rations were halved for the day.
Unfortunately, the Word Of Blake forces on this planet were losing the majority of their battles. Only the steady flow of reinforcement from off world was keeping the Word from being completely wiped out; but even the reinforcements weren't enough. They were being destroyed almost as fast as they could arrive.
W.O.B. troops were considered veterans if they survived their first battle. Lt. Brice had survived seventeen. His bunkmate had fought in thirteen on this world and two elsewhere. The rest of his squad were new recruits who had only fought in one or two.
The intercom brought news of a battle.
"Great. Another battle," said Lt. Brice sarcastically.
"No kidding," said his bunkmate. "Well, lets not keep the Captain waiting."
"We wouldn't want that to happen, you know how he is when we're late," said another soldier.
A few minutes later Lt. Brice and the other soldiers in his unit arrived at the briefing room, were Captain Schmitz was waiting.
"About time you worms got here," he growled. "Okay, time to get down to business. We've received intelligent of an enemy base not far from here, only about three or four clicks southwest. According to intelligence the base isn't very well guarded at the moment. Most of the troops there moved west about two hours ago to raid a W.O.B. campsite. If we attack now the base should be easy pickings, but if the rest of the enemy troops get back from their mission before or during our attack we will surly die."
"Well that sound pleasant," muttered a soldier next to Lt. Brice.
"What was that soldier?" said the Captain, glaring at the soldier.
" Nothing sir!" the soldier squeaked.
"Good, now, Lt. Howard, your division will flank around behind the base and rush the rear of the base when I give the signal. Lt. Brice, your group will come with me and attack the main of the bases defenses at the front. Any questions?"
A soldier raised his hand.
"No, there will not be any air or Artillery support, at least not on our side," the captain said as if reading the soldiers mind.
The soldier's hand went down.
"Lets move out!"
Lt. Brice and the rest of the soldiers went to the 'mech bay. Lt. Brice casually hopped into the cockpit of his Vulture mech. The 'mech had been captured from Clan mercenaries a few battles back, and since Lt. Brice's 'mech was destroyed he was given this one. The mech had just received a new paint job and the W.O.B. insignias glittered in the bay's dim light.
Lt. Brice started up his 'mech and ran through a quick system check before radioing in. The rag-tag group of mismatched 'mechs were ready. Lt. Brice's unit consisted of two squads of five 'mechs each. In group one, Lt. Brice's squad there were two Uziels, a Cougar, a Jager 'mech, and Lt. Brice's Vulture. Group two had a Locust 'mech, an Urbanmech, the Captain's Thor, a Shadow Cat, and a Mad Cat (which was captured in a raid that cost the lives of many good pilots.)
At once ten battlemechs left the 'mech bay hanger and headed toward the enemy base. Lt. Howard's unit had left a few minutes ago and was probably at the rear of the base already waiting for the signal to attack...
Disclaimer: The contents of this story aren't mine.
This is my 2nd fan fiction so send reviews!
Lt. Brice was awoken from his nightmarish dreams by a stern voice growling through the intercom in his sleeping quarters. The voice belonged to his commanding officer Capt. Schmitz. The Captain was a strict man with a bad attitude. He expected each mission to go according to plan or everyone's rations were halved for the day.
Unfortunately, the Word Of Blake forces on this planet were losing the majority of their battles. Only the steady flow of reinforcement from off world was keeping the Word from being completely wiped out; but even the reinforcements weren't enough. They were being destroyed almost as fast as they could arrive.
W.O.B. troops were considered veterans if they survived their first battle. Lt. Brice had survived seventeen. His bunkmate had fought in thirteen on this world and two elsewhere. The rest of his squad were new recruits who had only fought in one or two.
The intercom brought news of a battle.
"Great. Another battle," said Lt. Brice sarcastically.
"No kidding," said his bunkmate. "Well, lets not keep the Captain waiting."
"We wouldn't want that to happen, you know how he is when we're late," said another soldier.
A few minutes later Lt. Brice and the other soldiers in his unit arrived at the briefing room, were Captain Schmitz was waiting.
"About time you worms got here," he growled. "Okay, time to get down to business. We've received intelligent of an enemy base not far from here, only about three or four clicks southwest. According to intelligence the base isn't very well guarded at the moment. Most of the troops there moved west about two hours ago to raid a W.O.B. campsite. If we attack now the base should be easy pickings, but if the rest of the enemy troops get back from their mission before or during our attack we will surly die."
"Well that sound pleasant," muttered a soldier next to Lt. Brice.
"What was that soldier?" said the Captain, glaring at the soldier.
" Nothing sir!" the soldier squeaked.
"Good, now, Lt. Howard, your division will flank around behind the base and rush the rear of the base when I give the signal. Lt. Brice, your group will come with me and attack the main of the bases defenses at the front. Any questions?"
A soldier raised his hand.
"No, there will not be any air or Artillery support, at least not on our side," the captain said as if reading the soldiers mind.
The soldier's hand went down.
"Lets move out!"
Lt. Brice and the rest of the soldiers went to the 'mech bay. Lt. Brice casually hopped into the cockpit of his Vulture mech. The 'mech had been captured from Clan mercenaries a few battles back, and since Lt. Brice's 'mech was destroyed he was given this one. The mech had just received a new paint job and the W.O.B. insignias glittered in the bay's dim light.
Lt. Brice started up his 'mech and ran through a quick system check before radioing in. The rag-tag group of mismatched 'mechs were ready. Lt. Brice's unit consisted of two squads of five 'mechs each. In group one, Lt. Brice's squad there were two Uziels, a Cougar, a Jager 'mech, and Lt. Brice's Vulture. Group two had a Locust 'mech, an Urbanmech, the Captain's Thor, a Shadow Cat, and a Mad Cat (which was captured in a raid that cost the lives of many good pilots.)
At once ten battlemechs left the 'mech bay hanger and headed toward the enemy base. Lt. Howard's unit had left a few minutes ago and was probably at the rear of the base already waiting for the signal to attack...