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"Goddamn, this is not my day." I muttered as I fight the controls of my mech as it shuts down from overheating. As I try to restart it, I watch as death on two metal legs, a fully armed Atlas, comes my way. "Come on you piece of shit, start up!" was the mantra being offered from my lips. Over my com, I hear, in a very broken up voice, "need some help?" What the hell? The Atlas stops, right in front of me. I look up and notice that it's not registering as enemy mech. its' signal was being verified as one of our boys. Its faint, like its been rigged, but the coloring is of the rival clan's. OH HELL YEAH! Right then, my mech starts back up, restarting and coming up, heat nominal, weapons coming back online except for my pulse laser which is not registering at all. I look over and notice my weapon has been destroyed. That isn't a good thing, but its not too bad because now my mech will be cooler. "Any mechs in the area? My com was knocked out for a bit." I bark into the mic to my newfound buddy. "None found or reported. All of them clan bastards bugged out." My reply came back. Good. Less of a threat to my health as I waddle my damaged mech back to the mobile field base for repairs so I can haul ass to the drop ship. I was pissed too; this was one hellova hose up. My alpha will hear about this.
I'm not one to complain, but when we were sent into this mistake of a mission, we were under the impression that it would be at most, a couple of Thors, and a couple light mechs, not the 2 Atlas's and small battalion of armored mechs. Thank god that the Atlas I went up against wasn't too well armored. A small mistake on the clan's part, but never again will they try that again. In my Loki, all that I lost was about 2 heat sinks, my pulse laser, and all the rockets I had for my MRM. It took all of them, plus my 2 ER large lasers to bring him down. I had the speed advantage, but not by much. Thankfully, it was a night mission as well, that saved us on the surprise end of it.
"Salvage team on the move, looks like good salvage boys, you may have got yourself a new mech or two, plus some more goodies." Good salvage, maybe I can angle my alpha to let me upgrade my mech from my kill. Shit, I have enough creds for a better mech, maybe a Vulture, or the Uzell I've had my eye on for so long. I shake the cobwebs out of my head and start getting my bearings so I can find the MFB to get fixed up enough to get home. I look down and realize that my radar isn't working. Damnit, this is going to be like a death march if I can't get it working. "Connor, give me some back up, will ya? My radar is toast." I look over and see my reply as the driver of the newly acquired Atlas makes it look like it nods. A wicked grin creeps up my lips as I think to myself, this is going to be fun.
"Goddamn, this is not my day." I muttered as I fight the controls of my mech as it shuts down from overheating. As I try to restart it, I watch as death on two metal legs, a fully armed Atlas, comes my way. "Come on you piece of shit, start up!" was the mantra being offered from my lips. Over my com, I hear, in a very broken up voice, "need some help?" What the hell? The Atlas stops, right in front of me. I look up and notice that it's not registering as enemy mech. its' signal was being verified as one of our boys. Its faint, like its been rigged, but the coloring is of the rival clan's. OH HELL YEAH! Right then, my mech starts back up, restarting and coming up, heat nominal, weapons coming back online except for my pulse laser which is not registering at all. I look over and notice my weapon has been destroyed. That isn't a good thing, but its not too bad because now my mech will be cooler. "Any mechs in the area? My com was knocked out for a bit." I bark into the mic to my newfound buddy. "None found or reported. All of them clan bastards bugged out." My reply came back. Good. Less of a threat to my health as I waddle my damaged mech back to the mobile field base for repairs so I can haul ass to the drop ship. I was pissed too; this was one hellova hose up. My alpha will hear about this.
I'm not one to complain, but when we were sent into this mistake of a mission, we were under the impression that it would be at most, a couple of Thors, and a couple light mechs, not the 2 Atlas's and small battalion of armored mechs. Thank god that the Atlas I went up against wasn't too well armored. A small mistake on the clan's part, but never again will they try that again. In my Loki, all that I lost was about 2 heat sinks, my pulse laser, and all the rockets I had for my MRM. It took all of them, plus my 2 ER large lasers to bring him down. I had the speed advantage, but not by much. Thankfully, it was a night mission as well, that saved us on the surprise end of it.
"Salvage team on the move, looks like good salvage boys, you may have got yourself a new mech or two, plus some more goodies." Good salvage, maybe I can angle my alpha to let me upgrade my mech from my kill. Shit, I have enough creds for a better mech, maybe a Vulture, or the Uzell I've had my eye on for so long. I shake the cobwebs out of my head and start getting my bearings so I can find the MFB to get fixed up enough to get home. I look down and realize that my radar isn't working. Damnit, this is going to be like a death march if I can't get it working. "Connor, give me some back up, will ya? My radar is toast." I look over and see my reply as the driver of the newly acquired Atlas makes it look like it nods. A wicked grin creeps up my lips as I think to myself, this is going to be fun.
