I awoke that morning with a terrible headache. Thats when I remembered. I had been hit in the head by a broken chunk of my core in that suicidal collision. I looked to my right but the terminal wasn't there. "What the heck!?" I said to myself. I took off my covers to see that I was in a hospital bed. I was in the Arena's Infirmary.
"NURSE!!!" "What is it sir?" "Who brought me here" I was soo confused. "I did. When I heard you were hurt in the battle I came in and checked on you. Your head must really hurt." she sounded concerned. I reached up and felt my head. When I looked at my hand it was covered in blood. I looked into the mirror and I had a huge blood soaked bandage on my head. "Well can I leave? I got a fight to go to at 11:00. What time is it?" "It's 10:30." "Shit!" I got up and ran to my room, put on my trench coat and my blood red colored helmet. Most pilots where a jump suit, but I choose a black trench coat.
I ran to the garage to see my AC. It was completely repaired. It even had a fresh coat of paint. I was amazed at how fast they finished it. They must of had at least five mechanics and they probably stayed up all night long to work on it. This arena fight must be very important to them. I climbed into my AC and walked through the large hallway to the space-dome arena. No one was there. Just the cameras and satalites that would send this battle to Earth live. It was only 10:57. I had three minutes until my opponent would come here. I thought I could beat this guy. He had a good record in the arena battle. He was ranked C-7. He had only lost one match from the start. It was against an AC very similar to his. The fight was supposed to be a very close one. Both ACs were even and they overheated. Irish Wizard had overheatin just 1.58 seconds before the other AC. Both ACs had fallen, but Irish Wizard had fallen first. "Well, I guess he's gonna get used to losing. Cause he's not beating me this fight!"
The door on the other side of the arena had opened. The AC walked out. He really looked Irish. He had a green coat of paint, with white paint on his lower legs, and white arms. He also had a golden strip of paint on his waist. I liked my paint job better. First I painted my AC black. Then I made all of the general parts a little darker than blood red. So most of my AC was red. It was a site to behold. Just the look of it scared many Ravens. I had no emblem. I don't no why. Just never made one. Irish Wizards was a four leaf clover. Soon it would have one less leaf. He was going down.
A message came from the loud-speakers: "Battle about to begin...both ACs present. The battle will start in 3...2...1...GO!!!" The battle started. I had fired three missiles at him. They were all shot down by his anti-missile extentions. He was a missile-boat so he was nothing without lock-ons. All he had to use without a lock-on was his ECM rockets. Thinking quickly a dropped an ECM pod. But his reflexes were great. To skilled for a human to pull off. Of course! He had the optional part that automaticly fires missiles on full lock-on. 12 missiles were heading strait for me. I dodged about 6, blocked 4, and was hit by two. The were small missiles and they didn't hurt my core too much. Only a loss of maybe 600 AP. I dropped another one so that he couldn't use his missiles. He was shooting rockets as fast as he could. They don't do hardly any damage. I brought down my grenade launcher and shot, just missing his head. It blew off one of his missile arms.
"Ha! Like that?. Want some more!?" I shot him again. Doing great damage to the core. Just then my ECM pod exploded. I thought he would be switching to some missiles, but I was hit with a rocket. A tiny AP loss. No real damage. But I couldn't lock-on.
Luckily I often practiced shooting without lock-on. When you are going to Mars you never no what kind of FCS or Radar damage will occur from the atmosphere. I took a pot-shot without my FCS. It missed. HE jumped up in the air straight, and then started to ascend downward. He was locking on to me. He fired off two vertical missiles. They went up into the air and where now heading straight for me. If I maneuvered I couldn't aim. I brought up my shield once more. The two missiles were heading straight for me! I had a perfect shot. I took it; it hit him in the other missile arm, blowing it off. He now had no arms. The impact of the missile hit my shield, pushing it to the left. The next missile hit me in the the arm, right above the shield taking off half of my arm. "Great. Just great. No shield. If he launched a few multi-missiles at me I couldn't defend myself."
I looked down at my fallen arm. Then another ECM rocket hit me. Right in the head. My visual was totally deactivated. I was blind. No locks. No head. What can I do. I had only one chance. I jettisoned all weapons but my slug gun. It had a wide spread. I backed up into the closed door where I came from. I had to follow him by the sound of his boosters. Then I heard him coming closer. I guess when I hit him with my grenade I must of screwed up the range on his FCS. He was close to me. I could hear him. Closer...louder...closer...just a little more...NOW! I shot off my slug gun. I heard the shots connect. I waited for it to reload. Again. I was fired off my slug gun just as a bunch of missiles flew at me. I could feel them hitting my core. Some of the slugs must of destroyed some missiles because I could feel the force pushing me against the wall. I heard my lock-on. I had never shot that fast before. I could hear burning, and then a huge explosion!!!
I heard the voice of my computer. "Win." That was all I needed to hear. I opened the cock-pit. I looked at my AC. Or what was left of him. A chunk off the head was gone. Half of the left arm. The right arm was no where to be seen. My core had many cracks and a huge chunk out of it. I heard parametics. "Oh great." I said in my head. "I just killed another raven." I felt dissy. I looked up at Irish Wizard. The AC was just a two legs, one broken at the knee joint, and a core with many holes. The pilot was standing right next to the AC. Then were was all the blood coming from. I looked around. He seemed fine. Then it became apparent to me. The blood was my own. The parametics were here for me.
"Oh gr......uhhhh." I never finished my sentence. I had blacked out. At least I one the match. I awoke the next morning in the same infirmary bed...
"NURSE!!!" "What is it sir?" "Who brought me here" I was soo confused. "I did. When I heard you were hurt in the battle I came in and checked on you. Your head must really hurt." she sounded concerned. I reached up and felt my head. When I looked at my hand it was covered in blood. I looked into the mirror and I had a huge blood soaked bandage on my head. "Well can I leave? I got a fight to go to at 11:00. What time is it?" "It's 10:30." "Shit!" I got up and ran to my room, put on my trench coat and my blood red colored helmet. Most pilots where a jump suit, but I choose a black trench coat.
I ran to the garage to see my AC. It was completely repaired. It even had a fresh coat of paint. I was amazed at how fast they finished it. They must of had at least five mechanics and they probably stayed up all night long to work on it. This arena fight must be very important to them. I climbed into my AC and walked through the large hallway to the space-dome arena. No one was there. Just the cameras and satalites that would send this battle to Earth live. It was only 10:57. I had three minutes until my opponent would come here. I thought I could beat this guy. He had a good record in the arena battle. He was ranked C-7. He had only lost one match from the start. It was against an AC very similar to his. The fight was supposed to be a very close one. Both ACs were even and they overheated. Irish Wizard had overheatin just 1.58 seconds before the other AC. Both ACs had fallen, but Irish Wizard had fallen first. "Well, I guess he's gonna get used to losing. Cause he's not beating me this fight!"
The door on the other side of the arena had opened. The AC walked out. He really looked Irish. He had a green coat of paint, with white paint on his lower legs, and white arms. He also had a golden strip of paint on his waist. I liked my paint job better. First I painted my AC black. Then I made all of the general parts a little darker than blood red. So most of my AC was red. It was a site to behold. Just the look of it scared many Ravens. I had no emblem. I don't no why. Just never made one. Irish Wizards was a four leaf clover. Soon it would have one less leaf. He was going down.
A message came from the loud-speakers: "Battle about to begin...both ACs present. The battle will start in 3...2...1...GO!!!" The battle started. I had fired three missiles at him. They were all shot down by his anti-missile extentions. He was a missile-boat so he was nothing without lock-ons. All he had to use without a lock-on was his ECM rockets. Thinking quickly a dropped an ECM pod. But his reflexes were great. To skilled for a human to pull off. Of course! He had the optional part that automaticly fires missiles on full lock-on. 12 missiles were heading strait for me. I dodged about 6, blocked 4, and was hit by two. The were small missiles and they didn't hurt my core too much. Only a loss of maybe 600 AP. I dropped another one so that he couldn't use his missiles. He was shooting rockets as fast as he could. They don't do hardly any damage. I brought down my grenade launcher and shot, just missing his head. It blew off one of his missile arms.
"Ha! Like that?. Want some more!?" I shot him again. Doing great damage to the core. Just then my ECM pod exploded. I thought he would be switching to some missiles, but I was hit with a rocket. A tiny AP loss. No real damage. But I couldn't lock-on.
Luckily I often practiced shooting without lock-on. When you are going to Mars you never no what kind of FCS or Radar damage will occur from the atmosphere. I took a pot-shot without my FCS. It missed. HE jumped up in the air straight, and then started to ascend downward. He was locking on to me. He fired off two vertical missiles. They went up into the air and where now heading straight for me. If I maneuvered I couldn't aim. I brought up my shield once more. The two missiles were heading straight for me! I had a perfect shot. I took it; it hit him in the other missile arm, blowing it off. He now had no arms. The impact of the missile hit my shield, pushing it to the left. The next missile hit me in the the arm, right above the shield taking off half of my arm. "Great. Just great. No shield. If he launched a few multi-missiles at me I couldn't defend myself."
I looked down at my fallen arm. Then another ECM rocket hit me. Right in the head. My visual was totally deactivated. I was blind. No locks. No head. What can I do. I had only one chance. I jettisoned all weapons but my slug gun. It had a wide spread. I backed up into the closed door where I came from. I had to follow him by the sound of his boosters. Then I heard him coming closer. I guess when I hit him with my grenade I must of screwed up the range on his FCS. He was close to me. I could hear him. Closer...louder...closer...just a little more...NOW! I shot off my slug gun. I heard the shots connect. I waited for it to reload. Again. I was fired off my slug gun just as a bunch of missiles flew at me. I could feel them hitting my core. Some of the slugs must of destroyed some missiles because I could feel the force pushing me against the wall. I heard my lock-on. I had never shot that fast before. I could hear burning, and then a huge explosion!!!
I heard the voice of my computer. "Win." That was all I needed to hear. I opened the cock-pit. I looked at my AC. Or what was left of him. A chunk off the head was gone. Half of the left arm. The right arm was no where to be seen. My core had many cracks and a huge chunk out of it. I heard parametics. "Oh great." I said in my head. "I just killed another raven." I felt dissy. I looked up at Irish Wizard. The AC was just a two legs, one broken at the knee joint, and a core with many holes. The pilot was standing right next to the AC. Then were was all the blood coming from. I looked around. He seemed fine. Then it became apparent to me. The blood was my own. The parametics were here for me.
"Oh gr......uhhhh." I never finished my sentence. I had blacked out. At least I one the match. I awoke the next morning in the same infirmary bed...