Hello everyone. It's Theo again. I'm a fan of MechWarrior and Battletech, I
just don't know much about the planets, star systems or economics of the
32nd century. But I do know a LOT about the Mechs. So please don't hate me
if some things seem a bit off. By the way, this is my first MechWarrior:
Dark Age based fiction.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own MechWarrior or any of it's units (Mechs, vehicles, dropships ect). I only own the idea for this fic an all made-up characters I add to it.
Authors Note. I'd like to thank The Nice Guy for some valuable information that allowed me to modify this story a bit.
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Chapter 1
"What we do in life, echoes in Eternity." - Roman Phrase
Swordsworn Command Post Tepha, Schedar Prefecture IV, Republic of the Sphere 14 October 3132
"Damn surat!"
Lieutenant Vincent Shanner cursed as his head hit the armor panel as he tries to maneuver past the tight access hatch on his Mechs right thigh. He had been in the repair bay, doing maintenance on his Agromech MOD since dawn, and now, hours later, he finds himself near exhaustion, and nowhere near finished. He's had his bad days and good ones. But this was by far the worst in his career since he was reassigned to the Cavaliers unit. Vincent ran his fingers through his short black hair to check for any injury and to his relief that he found nothing but a swelling bump above his left ear.
"You gonna need some help up there, or are you gonna swear like a Clanner again?"
Chief Technician Plug called from below. Vincent mumbled another curse. He hated the fact that the members of the unit gave him the nickname: 'Shanner the Clanner'. He was not a Clansman, nor did he plan to be. He got his nickname because of the extensive studies he had about Clan culture and had develop some of their habits, such as their language and choice of words.
"Just get me some replacement myomer muscles, and a fresh coolant cable!"
Vincent called back.
"I did not like the test runs it had. Leg seemed to have overheated too fast."
"Another sign of bad luck eh?"
"Do not start with me Plug, just get the parts!"
And Vincent's head disappeared back into the access hatch.
Stationed on Schedar was not so bad, Vincent often thought. Of course if anyone decided to enter the Republic Sphere territory from what used to be Federated Commonwealth side of the system, Schedar would be one the first planets to know about it, and often times become the first defense against any threat that presented itself. But then again, Jumpship activity had been rather slow, so it left many wondering if anything was going to happen from the that side of the system. Often enough, conflicts had been happening on planet, which means threats were coming from the Republic Sphere itself. And that meant trouble for Prefecture IV. The faction, Swordsworn shared this system with the Sub-Clan, the Steel Wolves, whom have been established from the fearsome Crusader Clan, Clan Wolf. However, ties between Swordsworn and the Steel Wolves have become nearly non- existent, leaving only conflict between the two factions. Where policy and politics fail, Mechs succeeds.
Such was how Vincent views the situation. He wasn't an aggressive man, but he has proven, time and again, that he is not someone you'd want for an enemy. The members of the 5th unit discovered that when they saw how he fought in the last operation. His Agromech MOD went head-to-head with a Steel Wolves Black Hawk. Many would believe that this would be an easy battle for the Steel Wolf Mech, however, the pilot made the mistake of letting Vincent's Agromech MOD get too close. And the Archenar Series III Industrial Rotary Saw that made up the Agromech's left hand, carved the Black Hawk like it was a giant Endo Steel turkey. Vincent got a few praises out of it, but he didn't care for them. He shrugged off the compliments, especially if they came from first-year green rookies. He doesn't want anyone kissing butt with him since he was at a higher rank.
He gently tapped at the door of his CO's room, entering after he heard her give permission to do so. Major Judith Parks sat at her desk as Vincent entered the room. He came up to her desk and stood at attention. He gave her a quick salute with was received and his hand dropped to his side.
"Lieutenant Vincent Shanner reporting as ordered, sir."
"At ease Lieutenant, and please be seated."
Vincent obeyed as he sat in one of the chairs that faced her desk. Major Parks retrieved a datapad from her desk and slid it across the hard finished surface towards him.
"Here, look at this."
Vincent took the device and read what was on the small screen. He was a bit stunned at what he read.
"The Steel Wolves have been relocation their supplies at quite a fast rate."
He said, to with the Major agreed.
"I find it suspicious as to why they would. They seem to be shipping their depots to varies locations, even onto this planet as it seems from reports."
She stood and turned to the nearby window and looked out it to the world outside with her hands behind her.
"Apparently the higher officials find it strange just as well. And they want us to investigate."
"Beg your pardon sir, but I don't believe my unit is suited for this mission."
"Is there a problem?"
"No sir!"
Vincent replied rather too quickly for his liking.
"Permission to speak freely, sir."
"Granted."
"If we are to investigate the supply route, shouldn't the assignment be given to Commander Ryth and his Pathfinders? His unit is more suited for reconnaissance, my Cavaliers. We are meant for assaults and combat operations."
Major Parks turned back to Vincent and sat down rather deliberately.
"I would tend to agree with you Lieutenant, however, the orders came from the Lord Governor himself. He wants us to search out the nearest depots and have them captured or destroyed. And I see no one better for the task than you and your Cavalier company."
"Very well sir."
"Good. I hope to have your Cavaliers ready to departure by 0600 hours. Dismissed."
Vincent rose to his feet, shot her a swift salute, performed a perfect about-face and left the room. He glanced back at the datapad in his hands and sighed. He wasn't hoping for another operation so soon, but it couldn't be avoided.
"Saddle up Cavaliers, we will embark on another quest."
He said, more to himself than those around him.
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Well? How was my first MechWarrior: Dark Age fic? Was it good or bad? Like I said before, I don't know much about the economic or territory that take place. If you spotted something VERY wrong, Please let me know in a review. Thank you.
Until Next Time ^_^
Theo~
Disclaimer: I do NOT own MechWarrior or any of it's units (Mechs, vehicles, dropships ect). I only own the idea for this fic an all made-up characters I add to it.
Authors Note. I'd like to thank The Nice Guy for some valuable information that allowed me to modify this story a bit.
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Chapter 1
"What we do in life, echoes in Eternity." - Roman Phrase
Swordsworn Command Post Tepha, Schedar Prefecture IV, Republic of the Sphere 14 October 3132
"Damn surat!"
Lieutenant Vincent Shanner cursed as his head hit the armor panel as he tries to maneuver past the tight access hatch on his Mechs right thigh. He had been in the repair bay, doing maintenance on his Agromech MOD since dawn, and now, hours later, he finds himself near exhaustion, and nowhere near finished. He's had his bad days and good ones. But this was by far the worst in his career since he was reassigned to the Cavaliers unit. Vincent ran his fingers through his short black hair to check for any injury and to his relief that he found nothing but a swelling bump above his left ear.
"You gonna need some help up there, or are you gonna swear like a Clanner again?"
Chief Technician Plug called from below. Vincent mumbled another curse. He hated the fact that the members of the unit gave him the nickname: 'Shanner the Clanner'. He was not a Clansman, nor did he plan to be. He got his nickname because of the extensive studies he had about Clan culture and had develop some of their habits, such as their language and choice of words.
"Just get me some replacement myomer muscles, and a fresh coolant cable!"
Vincent called back.
"I did not like the test runs it had. Leg seemed to have overheated too fast."
"Another sign of bad luck eh?"
"Do not start with me Plug, just get the parts!"
And Vincent's head disappeared back into the access hatch.
Stationed on Schedar was not so bad, Vincent often thought. Of course if anyone decided to enter the Republic Sphere territory from what used to be Federated Commonwealth side of the system, Schedar would be one the first planets to know about it, and often times become the first defense against any threat that presented itself. But then again, Jumpship activity had been rather slow, so it left many wondering if anything was going to happen from the that side of the system. Often enough, conflicts had been happening on planet, which means threats were coming from the Republic Sphere itself. And that meant trouble for Prefecture IV. The faction, Swordsworn shared this system with the Sub-Clan, the Steel Wolves, whom have been established from the fearsome Crusader Clan, Clan Wolf. However, ties between Swordsworn and the Steel Wolves have become nearly non- existent, leaving only conflict between the two factions. Where policy and politics fail, Mechs succeeds.
Such was how Vincent views the situation. He wasn't an aggressive man, but he has proven, time and again, that he is not someone you'd want for an enemy. The members of the 5th unit discovered that when they saw how he fought in the last operation. His Agromech MOD went head-to-head with a Steel Wolves Black Hawk. Many would believe that this would be an easy battle for the Steel Wolf Mech, however, the pilot made the mistake of letting Vincent's Agromech MOD get too close. And the Archenar Series III Industrial Rotary Saw that made up the Agromech's left hand, carved the Black Hawk like it was a giant Endo Steel turkey. Vincent got a few praises out of it, but he didn't care for them. He shrugged off the compliments, especially if they came from first-year green rookies. He doesn't want anyone kissing butt with him since he was at a higher rank.
He gently tapped at the door of his CO's room, entering after he heard her give permission to do so. Major Judith Parks sat at her desk as Vincent entered the room. He came up to her desk and stood at attention. He gave her a quick salute with was received and his hand dropped to his side.
"Lieutenant Vincent Shanner reporting as ordered, sir."
"At ease Lieutenant, and please be seated."
Vincent obeyed as he sat in one of the chairs that faced her desk. Major Parks retrieved a datapad from her desk and slid it across the hard finished surface towards him.
"Here, look at this."
Vincent took the device and read what was on the small screen. He was a bit stunned at what he read.
"The Steel Wolves have been relocation their supplies at quite a fast rate."
He said, to with the Major agreed.
"I find it suspicious as to why they would. They seem to be shipping their depots to varies locations, even onto this planet as it seems from reports."
She stood and turned to the nearby window and looked out it to the world outside with her hands behind her.
"Apparently the higher officials find it strange just as well. And they want us to investigate."
"Beg your pardon sir, but I don't believe my unit is suited for this mission."
"Is there a problem?"
"No sir!"
Vincent replied rather too quickly for his liking.
"Permission to speak freely, sir."
"Granted."
"If we are to investigate the supply route, shouldn't the assignment be given to Commander Ryth and his Pathfinders? His unit is more suited for reconnaissance, my Cavaliers. We are meant for assaults and combat operations."
Major Parks turned back to Vincent and sat down rather deliberately.
"I would tend to agree with you Lieutenant, however, the orders came from the Lord Governor himself. He wants us to search out the nearest depots and have them captured or destroyed. And I see no one better for the task than you and your Cavalier company."
"Very well sir."
"Good. I hope to have your Cavaliers ready to departure by 0600 hours. Dismissed."
Vincent rose to his feet, shot her a swift salute, performed a perfect about-face and left the room. He glanced back at the datapad in his hands and sighed. He wasn't hoping for another operation so soon, but it couldn't be avoided.
"Saddle up Cavaliers, we will embark on another quest."
He said, more to himself than those around him.
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Well? How was my first MechWarrior: Dark Age fic? Was it good or bad? Like I said before, I don't know much about the economic or territory that take place. If you spotted something VERY wrong, Please let me know in a review. Thank you.
Until Next Time ^_^
Theo~