Prologue
I am Nicholas Furey, at the age of sixteen my father showed me the first OmniMech I had ever seen. I had been training in Mist Lynx for about a month when he had revealed to me my heritage. I did not believe it in the beginning but over the course of another month my fierce habits appeared in piloting a true Clan OmniMech, a Smoke Jaguar OmniMech.
This is how I repelled the Word of Blake forces from my homeworld. It was grueling and I met one other Smoke Jaguar relative, but he had known for years, he had been working with the ForestryMechs and repairing them for many years. He later became my technician as I was completely futile at repairing even the smallest items
I looked at my fathers Timber Wolf and slowly walked beside it. We both stopped in the trees beside the main supply route just outside of view of the Word of Blake base, "I will take the Warhammer while you take the Myrmidons, quiaff?" My father asked as the convoy rolled into view.
"Aff, Sir," I replied.
It was my first combat mission, my father had been raiding the convoys many years before I was born until they stepped up security on the convoys and his . A light rain began to pour as my missiles locked and the gray Smoke Jaguar paint was darkened as ten missiles flew from my left arm and connected with a PPC toting Myrmidon, followed by a ERLL, pronounced "earl" by my AI, Shandra.My ten LRMs were put to shame as forty from my father's Timber Wolf flew through the air and slammed into the pure white Warhammer painting nearly all of it's front armor black and shredding it's right arm off, halving its firepower.
I fired my ERLL again at the same tank, fusing its barrel closed right as it fired, the tank bulged from the inside, the armor buckled and the tank became a smoldering heap of metal. I charged forward and the other Myrmidon fired its main cannon, the bolt flew right by my head, I started sweating and began to zigzag, almost dancing around the tank, I blasted off its turret with my laser and left it useless on the road. I turned to find my father standing over the Warhammer, blasting a laser into its cockpit, just a small scar on his left torso and a destroyed ER Small Laser. I noticed a small civilian VTOL painted in a black and gray digital colors scheme, hovering and watching us.
I blew it off because we got the real prize, an old Smoke Jaguar reverse engineered Inner Sphere Highlander, a Highlander IIC. The Blakists were taking it to their outpost to be examined. We knew this and stopped them, we were not letting them take any Clan tech.
"Take your Mist Lynx back to the bay and get back here," my father ordered.
"Aff," I replied excitedly, this meant I would be piloting the Highlander IIC.
I returned and saw that the assault 'Mech was still strapped to the truck, I realized that I would be driving, crestfallen I climbed into the cab of the huge truck and turned off the road in the direction of our hidden bay. It took about an hour to reach the mechbay in the semi-truck. I opened the doors with my data pad from the truck.
The truck rumbled as I turned it off and climbed out of it. I walked around to the back of it and began to unstrap the huge assault 'Mech. In a few minutes, the beast would awaken for the first time in years.
