Disclaimer: I do NOT own Mechwarrior or any of it's units. (Mech's,
vehicles, jumpships, ect.) I only own the idea for this fic and all made-up
characters I add.
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Chapter 3
There are three ways to leave a battlefield: Alive, Dead, or wishing you were.
Countryside of Tepha Tepha, Schedar Prefecture IV, Republic of the Sphere 15 October 3132
The sun was just rising into the cobalt blue sky beyond the mountains as five Battlemechs, baring a feathered top knights helm emblem (A knights helmet with a long white feather at the top) of the Swordsworn Cavaliers unit, awoke the world around them with their thunderous footsteps. Various birds fled their nest from the nearby trees and wildlife retreated deeper into the wilderness to escape the noise. And near the source of those sounds, were four Battle Armor units that inspired Vincent to name his company, the Cavaliers. Through tasks too dangerous for Mechs to achieve, the Cavalier Battle Armor won its respect in this unit. Men and women armed with jump jets and ballistic weaponry, such as support machine guns or autocannons, have supported the Mechs with everything they can. While the Mechs would be able to distract larger threats, the Cavalier Battle Armor managed to pick off smaller targets of opportunity. Whether it is support vehicles, tanks, enemy infantry or personnel, so long as the enemy was unable to call reinforcements, or if a certain destination needed to be reached.
Gunnery Sergeant Kilees was responsible for infantries training and role in the unit. He and eleven others kept their pace with the Mechs by using their jump jets to stay in formation, hopping around the Mechs feet like tiny insects avoiding to be crushed.
"Keep your speed Mechs; we don't want to step on our tiny little friends."
Vincent called to the nearby Legionnaire, Centurion, Spider, and Panther. Unfortunately, Gunnery Sergeant Kilees heard the Lieutenant and became offended.
"Who in God's name you callin' 'tiny'?"
Said the Sergeant. Comparing physical features, Vincent was an average size of five foot nine male with dark hair, green eyes and a slight tan. Kilees stood nearly seven feet tall, with no hair, black eyes and had African skin, dark and hard. That alone got him the respect from his Battle Armor unit, as well as most of the Cavaliers as well. Aside from his aggressive facade, he was very much liked by the rest of the unit.
"It was only a joke Kilees. No need to bite my head off."
Vincent laughed. Which was the first time he's done so in several weeks. Hearing his CO laugh, Kilees joined in, his anger forgotten
"I'll bite your head off later."
Kilees returned with a smirk, as he and three other infantry made another long burst of Jump Jet propelled hopping.
"That could've started a fight within the ranks, Lieutenant."
Britneys voice replied on a secured channel to Vincent's ear.
"That it could have, Agrice."
He told the Legionnaire pilot that was behind his left side.
"But he understood that I was only kidding. How often do you see ME lighten up like that?"
"Not often sir."
Vincent smiled as he glanced at the Mech piloted by his lover, but was thrown from his thoughts when his sensors decided to beep for attention.
"Cut the chatter people! I've got a reading baring three-point-five."
"I confirm, three-point-five."
Came the Spider pilot, Corporal Mark Holing. Another talented Mechwarrior who was also average size, blond hair, blue eyes and spoke with an Australian accent. Instantly, the five Mechs closed in to form a 'V' formation, with Vincent's Argomech MOD taking point. Kilees and his squad retreated to the nearby trees for cover and disguise, waiting to pounce should the order be given.
The long contact was a single Mech, a Koshi, but the Clans named it Mist Lynx. It was a light recon Mech the Steel Wolves often deployed. Lightly armed and having more speed than a medium Mech, the pilot could have already spotted them and retreated back to the rest of his pack before they could get close.
"Feet, hold you current position."
Vincent called. The term 'Feet' was used to indicate the infantry Battle Armor.
"Holding position Sir."
Kilees said in his mike.
"Call us when you have to."
Vincent's Argomech MOD started forward with his Mech lance keeping formation behind him.
"Holings, Flynn, flank to the right but don't engage, we'll see if he's friendly or not."
"Roger sir."
Holings replied. Followed by Thomas Flynn who piloted the Panther
"Roger."
Both the Spider and the Panther began to run to flank the Koshi, leaving the Argomech MOD, Legionnaire and Centurion the approach the lone Mech head on. Anxiety had begun to rake up Vincent's spine as his hand tightened around the trigger of his Armstrong class Autocannon.
As Holings and Flynn got to their positions, they saw what the Koshi really was. Nearby it were two other Mechs, a Forestrymech MOD and a Black Hawk, to which the Clans called a Nova. Both were powered down. A Mech would only appear on the sensors if it was active and it's power plant was giving off a heat signal. Powered down Mechs meant they couldn't be detected and were ready to ambush anyone who came down the road. The two were hidden within a tree line, making them impossible to see from the road, which meant Vincent and the others may have been walking into a trap.
"Lieutenant, sir."
Holings signaled.
"There are three Mechs. Not one, three!"
He had barley got his warning off when the Koshi fired a swarm of short- raged missiles at the two Cavaliers. Of the five that were launcher, two struck the Spider left thigh, and the other three missiles struck nothing but ground or trees. Flynn's Panther returned fire, his ER PPC just brushed past the Koshi's side and kicked up dirt, which rained down upon the waiting Black Hawk. Both of the sleeping Mechs came alive and alert, ready to join their friend fight off the intruders.
Vincent's sensors now showed three Mechs. He just heard Holings warning when he saw the Mechs exchange fire. Realizing that he had made a lucky call, he was hoping it didn't mean two of his warrior's deaths.
"The horn of war blows in our ears Cavaliers! Converge on location and attack!"
With the order given, the Mechs changed from a slow walk to a full out sprint, And the Cavaliers Battle Armor rained from the trees like falling leaves and they too charged ahead.
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I hope this was all to your liking. If not, let me know and I'll kill the fic.
Marwynn, I hope the character descriptions I put in was enough to give you an image of what some of them look like. If it didn't help, I could always add more later.
Until Next Time ^_^
Theo~
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Chapter 3
There are three ways to leave a battlefield: Alive, Dead, or wishing you were.
Countryside of Tepha Tepha, Schedar Prefecture IV, Republic of the Sphere 15 October 3132
The sun was just rising into the cobalt blue sky beyond the mountains as five Battlemechs, baring a feathered top knights helm emblem (A knights helmet with a long white feather at the top) of the Swordsworn Cavaliers unit, awoke the world around them with their thunderous footsteps. Various birds fled their nest from the nearby trees and wildlife retreated deeper into the wilderness to escape the noise. And near the source of those sounds, were four Battle Armor units that inspired Vincent to name his company, the Cavaliers. Through tasks too dangerous for Mechs to achieve, the Cavalier Battle Armor won its respect in this unit. Men and women armed with jump jets and ballistic weaponry, such as support machine guns or autocannons, have supported the Mechs with everything they can. While the Mechs would be able to distract larger threats, the Cavalier Battle Armor managed to pick off smaller targets of opportunity. Whether it is support vehicles, tanks, enemy infantry or personnel, so long as the enemy was unable to call reinforcements, or if a certain destination needed to be reached.
Gunnery Sergeant Kilees was responsible for infantries training and role in the unit. He and eleven others kept their pace with the Mechs by using their jump jets to stay in formation, hopping around the Mechs feet like tiny insects avoiding to be crushed.
"Keep your speed Mechs; we don't want to step on our tiny little friends."
Vincent called to the nearby Legionnaire, Centurion, Spider, and Panther. Unfortunately, Gunnery Sergeant Kilees heard the Lieutenant and became offended.
"Who in God's name you callin' 'tiny'?"
Said the Sergeant. Comparing physical features, Vincent was an average size of five foot nine male with dark hair, green eyes and a slight tan. Kilees stood nearly seven feet tall, with no hair, black eyes and had African skin, dark and hard. That alone got him the respect from his Battle Armor unit, as well as most of the Cavaliers as well. Aside from his aggressive facade, he was very much liked by the rest of the unit.
"It was only a joke Kilees. No need to bite my head off."
Vincent laughed. Which was the first time he's done so in several weeks. Hearing his CO laugh, Kilees joined in, his anger forgotten
"I'll bite your head off later."
Kilees returned with a smirk, as he and three other infantry made another long burst of Jump Jet propelled hopping.
"That could've started a fight within the ranks, Lieutenant."
Britneys voice replied on a secured channel to Vincent's ear.
"That it could have, Agrice."
He told the Legionnaire pilot that was behind his left side.
"But he understood that I was only kidding. How often do you see ME lighten up like that?"
"Not often sir."
Vincent smiled as he glanced at the Mech piloted by his lover, but was thrown from his thoughts when his sensors decided to beep for attention.
"Cut the chatter people! I've got a reading baring three-point-five."
"I confirm, three-point-five."
Came the Spider pilot, Corporal Mark Holing. Another talented Mechwarrior who was also average size, blond hair, blue eyes and spoke with an Australian accent. Instantly, the five Mechs closed in to form a 'V' formation, with Vincent's Argomech MOD taking point. Kilees and his squad retreated to the nearby trees for cover and disguise, waiting to pounce should the order be given.
The long contact was a single Mech, a Koshi, but the Clans named it Mist Lynx. It was a light recon Mech the Steel Wolves often deployed. Lightly armed and having more speed than a medium Mech, the pilot could have already spotted them and retreated back to the rest of his pack before they could get close.
"Feet, hold you current position."
Vincent called. The term 'Feet' was used to indicate the infantry Battle Armor.
"Holding position Sir."
Kilees said in his mike.
"Call us when you have to."
Vincent's Argomech MOD started forward with his Mech lance keeping formation behind him.
"Holings, Flynn, flank to the right but don't engage, we'll see if he's friendly or not."
"Roger sir."
Holings replied. Followed by Thomas Flynn who piloted the Panther
"Roger."
Both the Spider and the Panther began to run to flank the Koshi, leaving the Argomech MOD, Legionnaire and Centurion the approach the lone Mech head on. Anxiety had begun to rake up Vincent's spine as his hand tightened around the trigger of his Armstrong class Autocannon.
As Holings and Flynn got to their positions, they saw what the Koshi really was. Nearby it were two other Mechs, a Forestrymech MOD and a Black Hawk, to which the Clans called a Nova. Both were powered down. A Mech would only appear on the sensors if it was active and it's power plant was giving off a heat signal. Powered down Mechs meant they couldn't be detected and were ready to ambush anyone who came down the road. The two were hidden within a tree line, making them impossible to see from the road, which meant Vincent and the others may have been walking into a trap.
"Lieutenant, sir."
Holings signaled.
"There are three Mechs. Not one, three!"
He had barley got his warning off when the Koshi fired a swarm of short- raged missiles at the two Cavaliers. Of the five that were launcher, two struck the Spider left thigh, and the other three missiles struck nothing but ground or trees. Flynn's Panther returned fire, his ER PPC just brushed past the Koshi's side and kicked up dirt, which rained down upon the waiting Black Hawk. Both of the sleeping Mechs came alive and alert, ready to join their friend fight off the intruders.
Vincent's sensors now showed three Mechs. He just heard Holings warning when he saw the Mechs exchange fire. Realizing that he had made a lucky call, he was hoping it didn't mean two of his warrior's deaths.
"The horn of war blows in our ears Cavaliers! Converge on location and attack!"
With the order given, the Mechs changed from a slow walk to a full out sprint, And the Cavaliers Battle Armor rained from the trees like falling leaves and they too charged ahead.
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I hope this was all to your liking. If not, let me know and I'll kill the fic.
Marwynn, I hope the character descriptions I put in was enough to give you an image of what some of them look like. If it didn't help, I could always add more later.
Until Next Time ^_^
Theo~