Chapter 8


NOTE: In the last chapter there was a Natasha Kerensky, she is not the same one that you know. She's a different Kerensky. And I'm not quite sure how long this story is going to be, but I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Michael sat at one of the many tables that peppered the "mess hall". A trial of annilhation was not at all expected, and neither were the actions of the clans he had known all his life. It seemed that it wasn't a war between just two clans, but a full-scale civil-war. The two parties that were at war were led by the same two clans that had fought a trial of refusal several years ago. The Clan Wolf, though very weakened after the previous trial. And The Clan Jade Falcon, though now subjugated into the Steel wolves who now wanted a bigger peice of the pie.

Most of the clans decided to join the rash Kerensky, but a few decided that her actions as well as the other clans were a degradation to Clan society. Michael's clan decided to join the Wolves in exile, along with the Clan Nove cat, Star adder, and Cloud Cobra. A few other clans decided to join as well, and were already fighting the forces of the catalist.

Mike sat at the table playing with his food, he was in no mood to eat; his life was changing, the clans would be a memory after this, and the Inner Sphere would survive till the end, always bickering and comming to the brink of disaster, but never like the war that would unfold. Mike was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't see Dominic approach.

"Still dejected after that?" Stated Dom with grim tone.

"I geuss you could say that... Can you not see? This war is going to be the end of the clans! Our society is about to be obliterated, what we need is more allies." Michael said slowly as he realized the scope of the situation.

"Well, you could ask the different houses of the Inner Sphere, though I doubt you will get help though, they seem to love to fight themselves first. But after all, this is a though situation." Dominic commented slowly. He didn't really mind if the clans were about to go bust, but, still, he should help one of them.

For once Mike was irritated with Dom and his "Clint Eastwood comments" But he did see some truth about the matter. Small chance of survival, no-one would want to help the clans.

"Well, Dominic Paine,' Mike said sorrowfully. 'After this battle I think we should go and ask for allies, in and outside the clans. This does sound preposterous, a clanner asking for help from the Inner Sphere. But I think it is our only chance, there is no honor if the clans all die."

Dom nodded and walked away, leaving Mike to his thoughts.


The rest of the flight was uneventful, that is, till they made it to Strana-mechty. Ships dotted the expanse around the world, all with differing insignias. Mike noted several of his own clan's ships and was relieved when they were placed in orbit with their clan. Mike opened a comm channel and hailed the lead ship.

"This is Star Captain Michael of the Coiled Viper clan, we have received the call and have come from our last assignment."

"I am Galaxy commander Jordan Osis, the battle has already started down below, our clan has just been called to fight. Go with honor and lead your men to victory over the infidels."

"Yes, Galaxy Commander, I shall board my mech immediatly and prepare for a hot-drop." Mike replied with dignity, and then rushed off the command bridge and ran down the many halls to the 'mechbay.

Mike jumped into the cockpit of a nearby Cobra and had them insert flares into the omni-hardpoints instead of his lasers. With four flare launchers, and a ton of flares. He did a systems check.

"Local time is: 23, 31, GST. All systems nominal." Came the familiar computerized voice.

"We are dropping in soon, join our allied forces and follow the commands of not only myself, but also my superiors. Systems check?" Mike stated nervously.

"Ready." They all replied. Their ship came to a stop, and the bay doors opened. Mike brought his mech out and let out a steady stream from hi jets. His starmates, were right behind him, and as soon as they landed, they were besieged by lasers and missiles.

"Re-group! I shall cover our trek." Michael yelled in his comm. while he fired one flare after another at the group of mechs that attacked them. The shots stopped, and Michael guessed that they were blinded by the light. So he brought his mech in reverse and faced them while pumping tons of particle beams into the chassis of his pursuers. On red dot on his radar disappeared, and then a flight of missiles came from behind and whistled into the damaged torso of a cursing pilot's mech. Mike turned and ran towards his group as his enemies were demolished by friendly mechs. He made it to the top of a hill where he looked out towards a valley and saw the largest group of mechs ever recorded. Nearly of thousand or more dotted the land. Mike looked at the enemies and decided to fire his flares and PPC's into their ranks and do what he could.

"Use your long-range weapons to damage the mechs from here, then if we are called in, charge with a ferocity that has never been seen!" Mike ordered sternly.

"Aff Sir!"

"With pleasure!" Dom said excitedly while firing off his gauss rifle.

Mike fired his flares into the crowd. Small parts of the valley lit up and some areas of dry grass even caught fire, and his PPC's did more damage than he had hoped. Because when he targetted the front line, he let loose his all, and saw damaged mechs fall to his might. Things were going good.

"Charge!" Mike cried in his lust for battle, "To that hill! We shall strike them from there." One of his flares got caught in the air and moved about miticulously before the object was destroyed.They reach a hill that overlooked the plain quite well, and just as they were about to open fire, a laser came from behind and scraped a good piece of armor off Mike's shoulder. Mike turned and fired at the source, a flare landed on the nose of a Dire Wolf, and Mike focused on that one flare to take the monster down. The blue streaks leaped endlessly forth from the rotating barrels of Mike's SRPPC. The nose of the mech crumpled in and a loud crack was heard. Then, the mech fell to the ground without the reactor going critical. Mike circled the mech before scanning the area around the hill. Then looking into the valley, he saw bad news. The Steel Wolves Alliance had brought their forces forward. And were beating the Coalition of Warden-crusader clans back.

Mike fired his weapons again and again. they were running low on ammunition.

"Gauss out!" Dom cried

"Missiles depleted."

"Auto-cannon empty."

The reports kept coming in. And Mike would have non of it.

To the repair station, reload but do not take any armor, just the ammunition you need." He ordered stressfully.

His clicked the trigger for his flares, but a click was all he got. Then he resorted to firing his PPC's but found he couldn't hit from that far very well.

He brought his Star together. And issued his orders.

"We are going in with all we have. Stay with me and focus on one mech at a time. Kill them, wait for the reactor to go, then destroy the next, we shall route them!" Michael cried encouragingly.

A wing of fighters and Mantas flew overhead. Helli-copters came over a hill and started eating them up. Mike brought his PPC's to bear and brought them down. Condors and harrassers stormed by, followed by speedy flamer tanks. Mike turned and headed for the heart of the battle. "Kill them all." He said viscously.

He stormed in with weapons blaring and with crack-shot aim he devoured a wounded Summoner, no ejection pod, just a big campfire. His star then focused on a nearby Kodiak, the slag from their fire clogged his weapons, and the holes that bit him demolished the reactor housed inside. The battle was getting smaller, most mechs were crippled, many destroyed, and quite a few away getting repairs. The hours of fighting had taken it's toll, Mike was tired, the endless stream of fresh enemies was vexing him ferociously. When dawn's first light licked the field, it inspired hope in the drooping eyes of the mechwarriors. And then after ten more mechs were routed, they retreated. And All forces were pulled back. And Mike parked his mech, and stepped out while sweating profusely.

He turned and looked at the unrecognizable forms of the once proud war-machines that his star had been piloting for the past five hours. Salvage teams were out on the field, and armed escorts circled the trucks. This was a full scale battle, and after hours of sheer will, they fought through it.

"Permission to find a corner and sleep? Star Captain?" Dominic asked with a yawn.

"Granted, for everyone. Now we know how tired you get from a large-scale battle, quiaff?" Mike replied while he struggled towards the wall and leaned his back on it with a sigh. The rising sun warmed his face, but clawed through his eye-lids, forcing him to move.

He staggered through a dark hallway into a random room, and found himself in a council room filled with captains and other higher ranking officials. While more came in, just as uneasy as he was.

He sat in one of the many chairs and watched as an elderly but noble looking man stepped up to a podium.

"After that rough battle, I wish to congratulate you on your excellent performance. But the bad news of the battle is as follows: We suffered eighty percent cassulties, five percent fighting condition, and fifteen in terrible condition. That is for our mechs and mechwarriors. We get full salvage rights since this is our victory, but that does not help the newly revitalized clans who are now demolished because of one battle. The good news does bring some hope: Kerensky has declared a full retreat, and full victory in our favor. Her allies are leaving this system, The Battle for Strana-Mechty is over." Said the man in a solemn voice. He dismissed them, and Mike meandered over to where a small bunk invited him. He dropped onto it and blacked out.


Thank you for reading chapter 8/9 !

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Please read my new story, it is a western. Based off the Clint Eastwood movies I've seen. Anyway, Thank you for stopping by.

-Tremble Wolf