"Jake.. Jake wake up." Scott said shaking Jake.
"Uhg, what Scott are we almost at Alphard?" Jake questions as his groggy mind tried to remember where it was. They were just outside the atmosphere of the planet Alphard and were coming in steadily for their landing. They made their way to dock to repair and stock up their stores of...well...everything. The both of them mounted up in their mechs that could easily be looked upon as swiss cheese and proceeded to a 'mech bay.
"Alright, we made it to Alphard without pissing anyone off, that is a first. Still feel bad for not destroying those bandits though." Scott said, the planet of Alphard was a busy and crowded one, with vast cities and skylines littered with skyscrapers and aerospace fighters flying overhead, it was truly a sight to behold, you could see forever it seemed like. "Alright, so are we gonna sit here staring or are we gonna do something." Jake said hastily. The two MechWarriors piloted their 'mechs to a mech bay about 20 kilometers from the spaceport, there they dismounted and went up to the man that looked to be a techy geek person.
"Hello, my friend and I would like to repair our 'mechs, I would like 12 tons of Inner Sphere Heavy Armor on the Atlas and 10 tons of Clan Ferro Fibrous Armor on the Dire Wolf" Jake friendly said to the tech as he pulled out his wallet and gave the man about ten thousand C-Bills and said "There, that should cover all of the expenses, ah and another thing." Jake paused as he game the man another ten thousand C-Bills "Ammo refills on both mechs as well." Scott tapped Jake on the arm and motioned him in another direction. "There is a bounty board not far from here, and also some recruiting stands, we should go there and see if we can find some new members. There is also a highly spoken of bar...which you still own me a round by the way." Scott said as he lightly elbowed Jake in the arm.
3 Months passed and the two men had a lot of luck in their travels, they had a unit about 25 strong and were fielding some badass weaponry, about 2100 tons worth of 'mech. Jake and Scott still had their assault class Battlemechs, The two men had amassed an assortment of pilots from all over the Inner Sphere. It was a sunny afternoon on the planet Alphard and the whole unit was gathering for their first meeting.
"Thank you all for coming, I would like to welcome you to The First Legionnaires, I would like everyone to say their name and what 'mech they pilot." Scott said in a friendly tone as he sat down, Scott stood up and introduced himself "Hi, I am Jake, I am the co-founder of this unit and am an atlas pilot, so that pretty much sums me up." He said as he gave an asserting nod and sat down, one of the new members got up and introduced himself "Hello, My name is Josh, my callsign is Davoke and I field a quickdraw." he sat down and everyone said hello all together, then two men one older looking than the other and said "Hi, we are the Magnus Brothers, I'm Mason and this is Michael, I field an Adder, and My brother over compensates for himself by piloting a stalker, retrofitted with an AC/20 in the torso." the younger brother gave everyone a smile and sat down. Next an older gentlemen got up and curtly nodded to everyone, he looked like he wasn't having a good day, he introduced himself as Phil with the callsign of wildcard and he was a stormcrow pilot. Next came another older gentlemen, dressed in an old davion uniform with the letters AMC on it, Jake thought of what it could have stood for but couldn't figure it out, the man started to speak "My name is Deacon Lane, I am from the Albion Military College on New Avalon, I pilot a commando." Deacon Lane, Jake had heard the name before, his thought was interrupted by the door being kicked open and a skinny fair looking teenage girl who looked absolutely pissed bursting in and shouting "DAD, I NEED MORE CUP RAMAN!" Deacon looked back at the group and said "and that is my daughter, Summer.".
"Well, that was unexpected, Anyways-" Scott was cut off by something that sounded like an explosion, everyone raced towards the window to see 'mechs roaming the streets and shooting everything in sight, cars, tanks, stomping on people.
"Alright, now that we have that out of the way, we need to fix that, Everyone to their mechs immediately, meet me in the center courtyard of the building, we will fight them there." Jake looked to Scott and said "I'll get you the beer later." and ran off into the mech bays.
When Jake got to his Atlas he found it in pristine condition, that tech they payed did a hell of a job, he climbed the many ladder rungs and eventually got to his seat, booted up the god like machine and connected to the vox channel that he instructed everyone to go to and said "Alright, call targets and focus fire on the target that I call, when it's down, move to the next one, and so on and so on." Jake Commanded through his neurohelmet. As Jake walked out of the 'mech garage he got that same feeling he always did when he was about to fight, that feeling of if he didn't try his hardest to get through it, he would die in a fiery ball of metal and blood.
Everyone gave a roger and moved out, as expected they met heavy resistance, medium and heavy 'mechs were no real threat to something like a Direwolf or an Atlas but they almost crippled Deacon's Commando and Summer's Jenner, but with Wildcards help they made it out, Mason's Adder and Michael's Stalker were bringing up the rear and covering everyone's sixes, good thing because a couple of light mechs got behind them but were quickly fallen by the two brothers tactics, Mason cripples them and Michael blows the torso into pieces with his AutoCannon.
Finally the group made it to where to heart of the enemy was, Jake signaled for Michael to come forward to join the group of assaults and make a big diamond formation, heavy hitters in the front followed by the heavy 'mechs in the middle with the lights in the back ready to pounce on anything thats left alone.
As the group moved forward a group of word of blake militia heavy and assault mechs came out from the sides of the road, guns primed and ready fire.
"What the hell is word of blake doing on alphard?" Davoke asked "Who knows, but they are in our way so lets take em out." Deacon replied "I was thinking the same thing." Wildcard added. "No, call me crazy but I don't think we can handle what we are up against." Jake said but then soon added "I like those odds, lets do it." Jake flipped up the danger warning on his joystick and aimed his entire array of weapons at the first target he saw a Highlander one of the Word of Blake's main assault mechs, Jake put his finger on the trigger and squeezed it, his AC/20 barked out a massive shell that slammed into it's target, the shoulder of the Highlander rocked back, almost knocking the mech over, "Scott, Michael, push forward into the highlander." Jake said as two more mechs of equal devastation pulled up out from behind Jake's Atlas and finished off the Highlander, afterwards 5 word of blake heavy mechs came out from the side of the street and started to fire on Scott.
"You OK, danger." Jake asked as he began to fire on the enemy mechs, "Yeah, only minor damage, small lasers and other small weapons, should be no problem for all of us." Scott said as he pushed forward firing is LBX-5 autocannons at an enemy Argus, as he did that he thought of stories from his father, Darrien, who fought his third year in solaris while piloting an Argus, he pushed the thought out as his father died when he was 16, and he wanted to focus on the task at hand.
Jake signaled everyone to move forward and take their own targets, Deacon moving forward in his customized commando, designed to be a literal knife fighter, armed with a small pulse laser and a two-handed vibrosword, how he managed to build that was beyond Jake, but it was cutting things to pieces, Deacon would come and circle the enemy mech's legs and then the mech would fall and Summer would finish it off with a nice alpha strike to the cockpit to the mech singing the pilot and thus making it able to be salvaged, it was a sound strategy but replacement cockpits were expensive.
As Jake was looking at what Deacon and Summer were doing he lost track of his own target, an enemy Word of Blake Grand Titan, one of the most revered 'mechs in the Word's arsenal, with it's deadly array of pulse lasers, it could shred armor at an alarming rate, but Jake was not afraid, Blakeists were not known for their piloting skills so Jake had little to worry about, but Jake being the smart pilot that he knew he was, decided to play it safe, He fired his missiles and some of them hit, despite the Grand Titan being such a heavy mech, it's could still move at a pretty decent speed.
The enemy mech fired it's pulse lasers, hot heavy armor was singed off of the Atlas's arms, Jake come back with an AC/20 shot the missed, but it wasn't meant to hit, as the Titan dodged the shell, Jake reared back with his mech's fist and let go, the fist hit the shoulder of the enemy mech, it fell back and hit the ground, Jake took this opportunity to signal Deacon for a killing blow "Deacon, Hit the Titan." Next thing you see is Deacon and his Commando flying through the air, vibrosword pointed downwards waiting to be plunged into the Titan's cockpit, a few seconds later and the deed was done, and the Alphards had been victorious.
A few days after the battle, the head council of the planet called them all into a great hall.
"Jake Voss, Leader of the First Legionnaires, please come forward." the head councilmen said in a booming deep voice "Due to the recent attack lead by the tyrannical Word of Blake, and your actions to defeat them, I hereby declare you, Planetary Heroes." He continued to say, Jake looked back at the rest of the members and said "Thank you councilmen, But I don't want rank, or fame, or pride, I want money. I started this purely for the money and I guess is turned into that." Jake paused and thought for a second, and then said "I have an Idea, you fund us under the name of The First Alphard Legionnaires, and we become your own personal merc unit!", He turned around again and and looked at his crew, they all had looks of ecstaticness on their faces. Jake turned back around and looked at the council, they were discussing the idea, they finished and said "that sounds like an excellent idea" Jake smiled and said "thank you for accepting, we will not fail you, and if we do, you have all of the rights to cut funding to our unit." Jake said with intent of not having that happen.
And thus, the First Alphard Legionnaires were born, they had funding, members, and loyalty to bond all of them together, and new members were flushing in day by day.