Capitol City, Kentares IV
Fed Com Civil War,
Steiner Invasion
"Ma'am, are you sure you're alright?"
Claire snapped out of her trance. "Hmm? Yes I'm fine Davis."
"With all due respect Ma'am, I don't think so," Davis replied.
"Oh? Why would you say that? Am I not slowing down for you like I usually do?" Claire shot an officer's taunt at him, hoping it would shut him up.
"Well…" Davis paused for a second absorbing the insult to his amateur's skill, "I can see you from here Ma'am, you're crying."
Claire sunk way back into her command couch. "Enough," she said, "I'm just going over some memories, that's all."
David replied a little sheepishly, "Umm, it's a secure channel, you want to talk about it?"
"No, that's enough now, take your column and move down Pooler Avenue." She ended the conversation with her authority.
He sighed and said, "Ai, moving out."
Then one of the columns rolled past a wrecked Highlander, buried up to the shoulders in the rubble of a building.
A recruit's voice came over the open frequency, "Damn…doesn't look like somebody had a lot of luck here."
"Apparently…" Claire kept moving down the road. "But it looks like whoever was in there got out ok."
Davis gawked at his leader. "Sergeant…" he said, "you didn't take one look at that mech."
"Of course I did! 'The hell you talking about?" Claire shot back at him; there was a slight hint of panic and embarrassment in her voice.
"Serge, you're on a different street…" Davis was clearly starting to wonder about his chivalrous leader.
Claire was silent, she wanted to keep moving but she was about five hundred meters ahead of the columns now. They had been moving for the last four hours, she really didn't want to stop, much less broadcast her story to her lance. She didn't think they needed that kind of story right now.
At length she finally said, "C'mon, we've got a job to do."
Claire was horrified; the Atlas had to twist its hand around in the Awesome's head in order to get it free, no annoyance to the lieutenant, he was enjoying himself, until the hand ended up staying in the Awesome, leaving him with no weapons whatsoever.
Claire didn't know whether to scream in anger or to cry in pain, she sat with her hand still extended towards the Awesome, her eyes were wide in shock, gushing tears like a natural spring.
The giant slaughterer approached her mech. The cold voice rattled in her cockpit, driving her mad.
"Let's be sporting and call this truce hmm?" He claimed a draw but there was an obvious hint of victory in his voice.
Claire gritted her teeth, "Kill me now…" she hissed.
The lieutenant snickered, "Well seeing as I have no weapons to do that, that's simply out of the question. You live today,"
"KILL ME NOW DAMNIT!" Claire was now kicking and screaming inside her cockpit kicking against the cockpit windows, tears were a large percentage of the matter being ripped and thrown around in the little prison.
The Atlas turned and walked towards the remains of the Awesome. The Lieutenant pretended to reprimand her as a final, brutal, taunt.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk…. Surely you can't be that crazy for an amateur like him. You do realize that bout lasted a little over 30 seconds don't you? You shouldn't have wasted your time with this mediocre pilot, it's a severe waste of a perfectly good mech."
The Atlas then kicked over what was left of Mike's chassis and walked down the street.
Claire was speechless. The endless flow of emotions, anger, pain, sadness, fury, confusion, regrets, they begun to take their pricey toll. The swirl and twirl of these emotions was so overwhelming to her. She decided to settle on one. She slumped back into her couch, covered her face with her hands, and cried.
Hours later the surviving platoon from the base had been tracking their movements. They found Claire asleep in her cockpit, tears still running down her face, and the strange addition of a faint smile. It seemed like she had settled on another feeling as well…revenge.
"Christ!" Davis's voice once again rattled her from the endless void that was her mind.
"Damnit Sarge, if I have to keep you from daydreaming one more time-"
Claire interrupted him, "you'll do what?" her tone had turned cynical.
"Err…never mind Sergeant." The other pilots snickered at his cowardice.
Hours passed by; the columns of mechs were slowly closing the distance between them and Miss Johanna's base, as they got closer everyone's nerves started rattling. They were now passing through enemy territory, Intel suggested it was only light vehicles but still, everyone felt like they were walking to their execution. Another hour passed and they saw the base.
It was under attack.
More to come.
Yargh...Alright, I hope that's the right format. Sorry, no mech fighting in this one, just thought I'd finish up the main character's past. The next one should come up fairly quickly, rest assured its gonna be pure fighting. I'm not to keen on the history of BT, I know a little bit but that's because I played MW3 and 4 and I've been studying a lot of other fan fics that have a good deal of history in them. Otherwise your just gonna have to gimme some slack lol.
Shank
Definition: Lead- Tastes great, less filling.
