A price had been set for the death or 8ball. It was a bounty made from Blitzkrieg. Apparently when Sharp-Shooter was killed, arena spectators no longer felt safe in the stands. If 8ball was killed, then the arena would be back to normal business. This was not going to be an easy assignment. "How can we find just one Raven? He's to smart for a set-up mission. He could be on Mars, Earth, or even a space colony. There was no way to find him. But with a price on his head of 20,000,000,000 credits...I think I could go out of my way. Lots of money is earned by selling tickets and broadcasting pay per view so the 20,000,000,000 would be earned back pretty quick."
I started thinking of ways to find him. "Fake mission...no. Hire him as a consort...no way. After that attack on his base I'm sure he knows my name. He could just look up my info. How the hell was I gonna find this guy. I needed some information." I looked up his name on the Raven data-base. His info would not show up, it said that 8ball had made a temporary retire. He was in hiding. I had to do something to get my mind off 8ball. A mission would be the perfect thing, maybe I could even get some info on 8ball.
I saw a good mission. An AC was already heading to the missions starting point. I would have to accompany him immediately. It paid only 11,000, but repairs and ammo we be taken care of for free. "Sweet! This mission would be no more than for fun. All we had to do was help an AC. He was pinned down. We would destroy any MTs that were around him and help him get back to his City. The mission was requested by him, that is how we got free repairs and ammo. A little money and repairs. Pretty good for saving his life." I walked to the hanger in the Garage.
I heard someone yell at me. "Hey Kamui!" No one had called me Kamui since I was an MT pilot...then I knew who it was. "Krusty!?" Then I figured out who it was. An old friend named Herschel. I started climbing up the ladder to AC Pot Shot. "No way! Could he be Pot Shot?" I started to climb the ladder up to RoadKill. He looked as puzzled as me. "I couldn't believe it. He was a friend of mine in the MT academy. He referred to me as Kamui, meaning power of god, in battle we simply referred to each other as bro. I thought he was killed in our training mission to become a Raven. The mission area was attacked by a well equipped AC. Together we had defeated him and I had completed the mission, but Herschel's AC was destroyed, blown to pieces. Could it be? Was it possible that he could have survived an AC explosion. I wasn't sure but I decided it start the mission."
We made our way out of the space-dome and into the desert. The line came up on my HUD. It stated defense target. "Incoming Message From Pot Shot: Hey bro, thats the AC. Lets destroy any MTs in the area." I boosted off. The only MTs were those mass-produced chicken like MTs. They had basically no armor and there rifle did little damage. Pot shot Flew up onto a building and knelt down in an effective sniper position. They were weak little MTs. I didn't want to make this guy broke so I used a cheap weapon, my slug gun. I brought it down and fired it into a nearby MT. It exploded and fell to the ground instantly. I hit my turn boosters and fired another round of slugs at the MT to my right. The AC couldn't be having such problems with these weak MTs. There had to be something bigger. "I'm gonna go find out whats given this guy such trouble. You keep on on picking em' off from that building." "OK RoadKill, hurry up!"
I followed the defense target line. "Were was that AC?" I was hit in the back by a bazooka shell. It was 8ball. We had been set-up. "Hey Pot Shot. It's 8ball. There's 20,000,000,000 credits on this thing." "I'll be right there!" I opened up a com. link to any AC or MT in city area. "Hey, all of you MTs. You know your gonna be killed by us, but we have a proposition for you. You could die by my hands, or you could fight an AC called 8ball with us. I will give anyone who survives 20,000 credits. C'mon, what do ya say?" A total of 55 MTs had came to my aid. It turns out that only 5 were humans. Each human had ten auto-piloted MTs under their command. "Luke I always said, people would do anything for the right amount of cash. Even switch to the side of the higher paying Raven."
55 small rifles were being fired at 8ball. They didn't seem to do much damage. I unleashed grenade after grenade onto 8ball. He Over Boosted in a quick circle. When He stopped at least 30 MTs were destroyed. 2 or them had human pilots. "Well, look at the good side. I'm saving 40,000 credits." The leftover 3 MT pilots had ran out of there as fast as they could, leaving 17 MTs to our aid. And for free. Pot Shot had taken a shot, breaking 8ball's Over Boost function. 8ball had just hit his Over Boost though. They exploded and 8ball went up in flames. The continues fire of the MTs had worn 8ball down. I Over Boosted and stuck my hand out in front of me. I grasped 8ball's head in my AC's hands and continued to Over Boost. The head was torn off of the AC. Hit fell to the grounded and exploded. I was flung, head first, into the building that Pot Shot was standing on. The building crashed down to the ground, crushing all of the MTs and leaving me buried in the rubble.
"Hey bro! You ok? Stop playing in the street! 8ball got away!" The mission was over. "Mission Complete", came up on my HUD. "This mission was complete? What had been accomplished. 8ball had escaped, and I know had to pay for allot of repairs. I sent a video upload it Blitzkrieg from my HUD view, showing him our encounter with 8ball. In the mean-time I had to dig myself out."
I pushed through the rock. Pot Shot was digging from up top. This was going no where fast. Blitzkrieg had seen our battle, they took our fight data and said that it was valuable information. Our ACs would be maintained for free. A transport with a few construction MTs, equipped with digging tools, would arrive to dig me out and take us back to the space-dome. The transport arrived. I could hear the MTs picks hitting the de-bree I was under. After several hours of this, I was out of the whole. I had been thrown down 20 stories into the ground, with 80 stories of building on top of me. I boosted my AC up into the transport ship.
"ACs, I hope your ACs aren't in too bad of a condition." It was the CEO of blitzkrieg. And our ACs had only suffered minor damage. The building had messed up my paint pretty bad and put some nice dents into my armor, but for the most part I was ok. "8ball has been spotted in a small manufacturing base somewhere in the Martian desert. They mass-produce those small MTs that you encountered. If you accept this mission you will be paid well. Your mission is worth 250,000 credits for each of you if all MTs are destroyed. Also note that you will also be paid if you destroy 8ball. You can split the bounty 50-50." I looked at Pot Shot. His AC's head nodded. "Yes, we will accept the mission." "Thank you Raven. The construction MTs with you will refill your ammo and make some quick repairs. They will be dropping you off at your mission coordinates shortly. A truck with extra ammunition supplies will be waiting for you at the base. You can also hire some consorts to help you on the mission."
"I know the perfect consorts for the mission. Irish Wizard...hey...wanna join us on a mission...me and Pot Shot...yeah...20,000 credits...deal. Yeah...Falling Storm...you got the message...alright...yeah...get going. I've hired two ACs to join us. I belive you know Falling Storm." "Yeah bro. And Irish Wizard was that AC you beat in the arena. I watched that from my apartment." We were off to get vengeance on 8ball; and earn a hefty sum of money...
I started thinking of ways to find him. "Fake mission...no. Hire him as a consort...no way. After that attack on his base I'm sure he knows my name. He could just look up my info. How the hell was I gonna find this guy. I needed some information." I looked up his name on the Raven data-base. His info would not show up, it said that 8ball had made a temporary retire. He was in hiding. I had to do something to get my mind off 8ball. A mission would be the perfect thing, maybe I could even get some info on 8ball.
I saw a good mission. An AC was already heading to the missions starting point. I would have to accompany him immediately. It paid only 11,000, but repairs and ammo we be taken care of for free. "Sweet! This mission would be no more than for fun. All we had to do was help an AC. He was pinned down. We would destroy any MTs that were around him and help him get back to his City. The mission was requested by him, that is how we got free repairs and ammo. A little money and repairs. Pretty good for saving his life." I walked to the hanger in the Garage.
I heard someone yell at me. "Hey Kamui!" No one had called me Kamui since I was an MT pilot...then I knew who it was. "Krusty!?" Then I figured out who it was. An old friend named Herschel. I started climbing up the ladder to AC Pot Shot. "No way! Could he be Pot Shot?" I started to climb the ladder up to RoadKill. He looked as puzzled as me. "I couldn't believe it. He was a friend of mine in the MT academy. He referred to me as Kamui, meaning power of god, in battle we simply referred to each other as bro. I thought he was killed in our training mission to become a Raven. The mission area was attacked by a well equipped AC. Together we had defeated him and I had completed the mission, but Herschel's AC was destroyed, blown to pieces. Could it be? Was it possible that he could have survived an AC explosion. I wasn't sure but I decided it start the mission."
We made our way out of the space-dome and into the desert. The line came up on my HUD. It stated defense target. "Incoming Message From Pot Shot: Hey bro, thats the AC. Lets destroy any MTs in the area." I boosted off. The only MTs were those mass-produced chicken like MTs. They had basically no armor and there rifle did little damage. Pot shot Flew up onto a building and knelt down in an effective sniper position. They were weak little MTs. I didn't want to make this guy broke so I used a cheap weapon, my slug gun. I brought it down and fired it into a nearby MT. It exploded and fell to the ground instantly. I hit my turn boosters and fired another round of slugs at the MT to my right. The AC couldn't be having such problems with these weak MTs. There had to be something bigger. "I'm gonna go find out whats given this guy such trouble. You keep on on picking em' off from that building." "OK RoadKill, hurry up!"
I followed the defense target line. "Were was that AC?" I was hit in the back by a bazooka shell. It was 8ball. We had been set-up. "Hey Pot Shot. It's 8ball. There's 20,000,000,000 credits on this thing." "I'll be right there!" I opened up a com. link to any AC or MT in city area. "Hey, all of you MTs. You know your gonna be killed by us, but we have a proposition for you. You could die by my hands, or you could fight an AC called 8ball with us. I will give anyone who survives 20,000 credits. C'mon, what do ya say?" A total of 55 MTs had came to my aid. It turns out that only 5 were humans. Each human had ten auto-piloted MTs under their command. "Luke I always said, people would do anything for the right amount of cash. Even switch to the side of the higher paying Raven."
55 small rifles were being fired at 8ball. They didn't seem to do much damage. I unleashed grenade after grenade onto 8ball. He Over Boosted in a quick circle. When He stopped at least 30 MTs were destroyed. 2 or them had human pilots. "Well, look at the good side. I'm saving 40,000 credits." The leftover 3 MT pilots had ran out of there as fast as they could, leaving 17 MTs to our aid. And for free. Pot Shot had taken a shot, breaking 8ball's Over Boost function. 8ball had just hit his Over Boost though. They exploded and 8ball went up in flames. The continues fire of the MTs had worn 8ball down. I Over Boosted and stuck my hand out in front of me. I grasped 8ball's head in my AC's hands and continued to Over Boost. The head was torn off of the AC. Hit fell to the grounded and exploded. I was flung, head first, into the building that Pot Shot was standing on. The building crashed down to the ground, crushing all of the MTs and leaving me buried in the rubble.
"Hey bro! You ok? Stop playing in the street! 8ball got away!" The mission was over. "Mission Complete", came up on my HUD. "This mission was complete? What had been accomplished. 8ball had escaped, and I know had to pay for allot of repairs. I sent a video upload it Blitzkrieg from my HUD view, showing him our encounter with 8ball. In the mean-time I had to dig myself out."
I pushed through the rock. Pot Shot was digging from up top. This was going no where fast. Blitzkrieg had seen our battle, they took our fight data and said that it was valuable information. Our ACs would be maintained for free. A transport with a few construction MTs, equipped with digging tools, would arrive to dig me out and take us back to the space-dome. The transport arrived. I could hear the MTs picks hitting the de-bree I was under. After several hours of this, I was out of the whole. I had been thrown down 20 stories into the ground, with 80 stories of building on top of me. I boosted my AC up into the transport ship.
"ACs, I hope your ACs aren't in too bad of a condition." It was the CEO of blitzkrieg. And our ACs had only suffered minor damage. The building had messed up my paint pretty bad and put some nice dents into my armor, but for the most part I was ok. "8ball has been spotted in a small manufacturing base somewhere in the Martian desert. They mass-produce those small MTs that you encountered. If you accept this mission you will be paid well. Your mission is worth 250,000 credits for each of you if all MTs are destroyed. Also note that you will also be paid if you destroy 8ball. You can split the bounty 50-50." I looked at Pot Shot. His AC's head nodded. "Yes, we will accept the mission." "Thank you Raven. The construction MTs with you will refill your ammo and make some quick repairs. They will be dropping you off at your mission coordinates shortly. A truck with extra ammunition supplies will be waiting for you at the base. You can also hire some consorts to help you on the mission."
"I know the perfect consorts for the mission. Irish Wizard...hey...wanna join us on a mission...me and Pot Shot...yeah...20,000 credits...deal. Yeah...Falling Storm...you got the message...alright...yeah...get going. I've hired two ACs to join us. I belive you know Falling Storm." "Yeah bro. And Irish Wizard was that AC you beat in the arena. I watched that from my apartment." We were off to get vengeance on 8ball; and earn a hefty sum of money...