Disclaimer: Battletech and its affiliates do not belong to me. They belong to FASA.
My OC, whom is called Matthew Kavanagh does however. Pay in mind, that as all my fics, I try not to stick to canon, and instead make slight deviations from it. Another note is that I will try to make my character to be as un Gary Stu-like as possible. This is my first Battletech/Mechwarrior fic. Also three dead characters from the Gundam SEED world namely the deceased trio of Olor, Rusty Mackenzie and Miguel Aiman will make their appearance in this fic and they will be OOC, since this is an AU fic. Enjoy.
Strangers from another World
'Prelude to Invasion'
Nagelring Academy, Tharkad City
Tharkad, Donegal March
Federated Commonwealth
25 February 3050
A stream of students, wearing the uniforms of the Nagelring Military Institute exited the entrance of the Academy with much cheer. They were potential graduates in a few days time, and it was their time to reap glory for their houses, and there was no doubt in their minds that they would graduate and be assigned to brand, spanking new 'Mechs with all the best technology that they deserve, or money and name will buy.
On the side, four men, all dressed in the uniform slowly walked out of the Academy, and studied the scene around them. Victor Ian Steiner Davion, heir apparent to the Federated Commonwealth scoffed at such display, and turned to his companions. "So… how did you all do for that last test? I thought I had done rather well, but how about you three? I predicted that you three would do well, but to get into my year by acing the entrance exams? You three certainly impressed the staff at Nagelring, and overshadowed my performance when I took that test." The last part was spoken in a teasing note as he glanced at his three friends.
He then grinned at them and then said once more with a slight exasperated tone. "Now I can't go anywhere without the Academy staff hounding me about where I have been hiding you three geniuses away from their sight. I hold you three responsible for my misfortune."
The three of them just grinned in return and Miguel said. "Hey, you can't blame us on that, Victor. After all, those entrance exams weren't as hard as the ones we had to take when we wanted to enter the ZAFT military academy. So, with all due respect, it's a piece of cake compared to the ones we have taken before… at least you know where your entrance exam standards really lie."
The four of them then chuckled in unison, and Victor just grinned slyly in return. "Better not let the Academy staff hear that, Miguel… if not they might just give you all a hard time before they allow you to graduate."
"Heh… let them try… I'll stun them all the same." Miguel said cockily, and Olor just shook his head, and muttered something about 'troublesome blondes'.
"By the way…" Rusty said in a curious tone to divert the conversation to a different topic. "Have you guys been paying attention to the rumors that have been floating around last year? The one about the mysterious unstoppable force that invaded the Periphery?"
Victor nodded and said. "That is true, and from what the reports say, they are a force that no Inner Sphere has ever seen before, though it is believed of course, they were first spotted by the Explorer Corps vessel Outbound Light, roughly around 27 September 3048 or at least 2 years ago."
He then sighed softly as he remembered something, and Rusty asked. "Something bothering you, Victor? Care to talk about it? After all, we are all friends here, so if there is anything you want to tell us, feel free to do so."
Victor looked thoughtful for a moment, and then told his three friends about the demise of Phelan Kell last year in the Oberon Confederation world, The Rock. There were also the rumors of the unknown and mysterious new force that had killed the pirates there, and invaded the Confederation, though the surviving Kell Hounds brought back information to prove the existence of the mysterious new force, that had once been dismissed as Periphery gossip and rumors.
He then turned to the former ZAFT pilots and said. "Enough of the depressing talk… when do you think you three will graduate? I suppose I will graduate fairly soon, since we entered the Academy longer than you three."
Rusty just smiled and said. "Well Victor…. That I do not know, but from what I gleaned from our instructors, we do have a good chance to graduate almost at the same time as you two of this year, and get assigned to a unit straightaway. My friends and I do agree that we have to thank you for what you have done for us this past year. Isn't that right, guys?" Miguel and Olor nodded in agreement to Rusty's statement, since that was the way they all felt too.
Victor nodded and said. "That is well and good… but do you three know where your potential posting destination would be? Oh, just for your comfort, I pulled some strings to make sure you three do not get separated when the time comes for you all to be assigned to a unit."
"Thank you for your help, Victor…" Miguel said rather sheepishly. "But as for the answer to your question, if we were given a choice, we want to join or if possible, be assigned to the 5th Donegal Guards. It's the least we can do for Sergeant Matthew Kavanagh who found us when we arrived in this world and brought us to the hospital."
Victor just smiled and said. "The 5th Donegal is it now… that is a good unit. The Federated Commonwealth would be fortunate to have you three as part of its forces." He then smiled at Rusty and said. "Especially you, Rusty… I took some time to study some history on the side, and since you are the elite of the ZAFT forces back then, you should be able to at least lead a lance or company of 'Mechs with your experience."
Rusty just smiled faintly and said. "Thank you for your opinion of me, Victor… but despite your views, I still do not think that I am ready just yet to lead, though some of the instructors in the Academy did tell me the same thing when they spoke to me in private."
Miguel just snorted and said. "Don't be so modest, Rusty… if they decide to offer you a lance command or a company command, you deserve it! I mean, out of the three of us, you have the highest scores for theory and simulation practices... and rumor has it that you will be getting an assault 'Mech straight out of the factory, though you can customize it in whatever way you want."
Rusty just smiled sheepishly and then turned to his two companions and asked. "What about the both of you? If I did not recall wrongly, you both did not do too badly for yourself during the theory and Sims. Do you guys have any preferences for the class of 'Mechs that we are sure to receive at our graduation day?"
Miguel just grinned and said. "For me, that's an easy question to answer. Even back then, my preference is speed backed up by decent firepower… so naturally, the logical decision would be, I would prefer to have a light or medium class 'Mech with decent firepower, while having enough speed to boot."
Olor just shrugged and said. "For me, it is a no-brainer as well, Rusty. I like to have a lot of firepower at my disposal, so if I was given a choice, I would probably pick either a heavy or an assault 'Mech."
Victor just smiled as he heard their words. Having fought the three men in the simulators before, he knew that their personal assessments of themselves as well as their personal preference of the 'Mechs they piloted were true.
Rusty Mackenzie was a versatile leader, though he really shines in the cockpit of an assault 'Mech. Miguel Aiman, as he said so himself, is a natural in the cockpit of medium and light class 'Mechs, where as he described it aptly himself, they have pretty good speed, and decent power to back it up as well. Olor was more of a heavy hitter, which explains why he excels in either heavy or assault 'Mechs.
Victor took some time before he spoke to them again. "So… how are you guys adapting to life here, after a year or so? I imagine it would be a strange thing for you all, given your experience in living in space bound colonies and all that."
Rusty just nodded and said. "Like you said, Victor… it was a unique, but interesting experience for all of us. We are used to living on the PLANTs, who are space bound colonies as you described. Furthermore, just as Miguel mentioned when we arrived here, this is a place where most of the people here are Naturals, who we have gotten used to by now. Besides that, I don't think we faced too many difficulties adapting to the life here, or at the Academy."
Olor nodded and said. "Yeah, like Rusty mentioned, the courses here is only a little tougher than what we used to get back in ZAFT's military academy. It took the three of us some time to get the hang of it, but after that, everything is just normal and pretty much smooth sailing. Right, Miguel?"
Miguel nodded, but grimaced a little. "Yeah, I suppose you are right, Olor… but I can tell you fellas, that I have a gripe about the weight of those neurohelmets, even the ones used in the simulators. And the clothes that Mechwarriors have to wear… I tell you, I have not experienced such heat in a cockpit before. It was like I was seated inside a sauna… without the other luxurious facilities that a real sauna has to offer."
The four of them laughed together, as they knew how true it was, having experienced it themselves during the simulation tests. Victor then said in a joking manner. "Well, heavy as it is, it still looks proper, not like the funny looking helmets you guys at ZAFT used to wear."
"Well, that might be true, Victor…" Miguel took the good-natured ribbing with stride as he countered Kai's statement "Silly they might look to be, but at least they are considerably lighter than those neurohelmets." He then shrugged and continued. "But I think more or less, the three of us finally got a hang of it. Right guys?" He said, addressing his fellow Coordinators, which was responded by a unanimous nod from both of them.
Victor nodded and said. "Well… we can discuss the pros and cons of this all day long, but I think it would be best for us to return to classes again. As much as you and I find it to be boring sometimes, they are important, and a lifesaver, and I see you guys have absorbed everything like a sponge in class."
Miguel just shrugged and said. "Well, what can I say, Victor… we can't help it that the courses you have here, with the exception of the history that we missed, are pretty much similar, and the history of the formation of ZAFT and the PLANTs are very familiar to us, so don't blame us for excelling and being able to do well."
Rusty just sighed and said. "And you call yourself to be modest, Miguel… that might be true, but you have to remember that we do have a slight advantage over the rest of the people. We are genetically enhanced, although I am not ashamed to admit it, we do absorb things faster than the normal person."
Olor only nodded, though Miguel just smiled sheepishly as he realized that he had given the impression that he was boasting about their abilities. "Heh, sorry about that, Rusty… just stating the fact that's all."
Victor just shook his head and said, smiling all the way. "Miguel is right, Rusty… do not be ashamed of your own abilities. While it might be true what you say, but it is a part of you, something that you do not need to be ashamed of. We all have our own weaknesses and strengths; your genetic enhancement is one of them."
Rusty was about to add his additional opinion to Victor's words, when the announcement to return to class was given over the Academy's broadcasting system. He then shrugged and said. "Looks like we have to save this discussion again for another time, Victor."
Victor nodded and said. "Well I suppose so… come on, let's get back to class, the lot of you."
The group just smiled at each other, and started walking back into the Academy with high spirits, as they knew that they were graduating soon. Unknown to them, their joy would be short lived, as the storm was just coming, and soon the Inner Sphere would be soon plunged into war once more.
Clan Space
Exodus Road
26 February 3050
Countless jumpships were seen floating in the inky black space, each of them bearing drop pods that bore fierce symbols of animalistic totems. The destinations of the ships… Terra, the cradle of humanity itself.
These were the descendants of the Star League Defense Force that left during the Amaris rebellion. These were the sons of Kerensky, who called themselves the Clans, each named after the fierce animals that inhabited the Pentagon Worlds by their progenitors.
The Clans have arrived… and War will soon envelop the Inner Sphere, as the Sons of Kerensky return to reclaim their birthright and to conquer Terra… and the first Clan to do so will be declared ilClan, the One Clan to rule the Inner Sphere, and the Clans shall remake the Inner Sphere into their own image.
End of Chapter 2
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