Yeah, I'm a freeborn. People don't like us. That doesn't matter. I know that there is power at my fingertips that many trueborn only dream of feeling. I know who I am. I am a Blood Scorpion.
My conglomerate Mech rumbles under me as the powerful Goliath reactor behind me started up. The stolen Awesome heat sinks on the sides glow with excess energy absorbed from the surrounding air. My sensors tell me that all four of my missile racks are fully loaded and intact, and the heavy Vulcans on the arm mounts swivel upwards in a subtle salute. I grinned into the video panel before me, communicating to the three others in my team that I was ready. Nostromo replied with a nod of his own Mech's cockpit, while Kitty and Emily revved their chainsaw arms in sync. We were a specialized squad in the Blood Scorpion family. Our name was Widow-maker, and for a very good reason. While the Blood Scorpions were already a tribe of scavengers, we took the scavenging to a new extreme. Our mechs were made of parts from numerous types of mechs. (Whether they belonged to us or not.)
My own Mech consisted of a Kage battle armor suit inside a cockpit welded from scraps of a Firefly, fastened to the leg mounts of a Sirrocco, Two Argus auto cannons, Four Heat Sinks off an Awesome, Cyclops com suite, Raven sensor package, and Kodiak arms.
My teammates Mechs had parts from various other Mechs. Mostly stolen parts. We took what we needed to survive, and moreover, to thrive. The parts we stole were used until we could pawn them off.
As the four of our Mech's stood in the freezing hail outside base camp, the four of us withstood the cold inside our warm cockpits. I listened to Kitty whistling to herself as her windshield fogged up under the sauna-like heat she preferred. I grinned and looked out my own Mech's viewport, which at current was little more than a roll cage holding my Kage battle suit inside it. I was protected from the cold, although I didn't need to be.
As I turned back to the scenery in front of me, I noticed that my radar was picking up something strange, a very big, very steady heat signature. I clicked the comm. button and shouted to the others. They spun in the direction I indicated, running their weapons up to full power in a few seconds. I stared out into the storm and my mech took two steps forward, splashing in the half melted hail. I linked out to them, requesting their intentions, and got nothing in reply. Nostromo's mech aimed directly at the middle of the group and launched vertically, leaving six trails of steam as it cleared the ground. As he disappeared, Kitty and Emily ran their Mech's up beside mine, rail guns spinning fast enough to be a blur, even to me. I targeted the leader again, and tried to hail him again, this time eliciting a response, "We come to eliminate you freeborn scum. To exterminate all of you, once and for all."
I smirked behind my visor and replied, "Well, You might have a hard time doing that."
My Mech started sprinting towards them, claws out, Auto cannons spitting hail outward, and my feral roar tearing past the soundproof seal on the visor, piercing the raging storm and perforating it with a rage unmatched by ANY trueborn. I collided with the lead Mech, ripping my claw through the pilot of a mech of an unknown distinction. The next Mech I collided with was bigger, almost matching the 105 tons of my own, but not matching the 90 meters I covered each second. I tore the torso off this one, spinning it and using its own strengths against it, forcing it to open fire on its own troops. Kitty and Emily tore in behind me, shredding Mechs left and right. You might be wondering where Nostromo's 80 ton mech went. It dropped into the middle of the army, its bulk squashing several Mechs into the mud, and causing them to start a countdown timer for meltdown. They exploded; raining mech parts everywhere, the battle became chaos.
I tried to contact home base for reinforcements, but the signal couldn't get out. I turned to the others, and saw that we were fully surrounded. Wonderful. I glared through my visor until I noticed a warning on my HUD, stating a breach in my armor's insulation. I looked down and saw a bloodsicle sticking out of my stomach, and growing. I groaned and realized that I was losing too much blood, far too fast. Everything went blurry, and then disappeared.