Heat Sink
A BattleTech Supplement
By: DangerVahast
Chapter 1
As his personal drop ship raced across the sky, Nolan wondered what life would be like for him if he were not part of this stupid war. Nolan was a tall man of twenty-one with spiked, dirty-blonde hair. His genetically modified dark green eyes cut through the dark murk outside the window. He was flying over Atreus, headed toward his secret Free Worlds League headquarters in order to meet with General Suivon. Suivon should have something good in store for me today. He thought to himself. The general was his connection to the newly formed Peace Corps. Before he joined the Peace Corps he was considered a hero by many on Atreus. It was his job to guard the citizens and protect them from harm. He felt good this day. Very good.
Suddenly, from out of nowhere something large smashed itself into the drop ship's hull with a loud screeching sound. Smoke billowed from various components on the control panel in front of Nolan. Klaxons blared and warning lights flashed so bright that they nearly blinded him. A large gapping hole was torn into the hull just below Nolan's feet. The makaru- class missile had penetrated the drop ship, which was now a falling pile of burning scrap. It was time to evacuate.
A BattleTech Supplement
By: DangerVahast
Chapter 1
As his personal drop ship raced across the sky, Nolan wondered what life would be like for him if he were not part of this stupid war. Nolan was a tall man of twenty-one with spiked, dirty-blonde hair. His genetically modified dark green eyes cut through the dark murk outside the window. He was flying over Atreus, headed toward his secret Free Worlds League headquarters in order to meet with General Suivon. Suivon should have something good in store for me today. He thought to himself. The general was his connection to the newly formed Peace Corps. Before he joined the Peace Corps he was considered a hero by many on Atreus. It was his job to guard the citizens and protect them from harm. He felt good this day. Very good.
Suddenly, from out of nowhere something large smashed itself into the drop ship's hull with a loud screeching sound. Smoke billowed from various components on the control panel in front of Nolan. Klaxons blared and warning lights flashed so bright that they nearly blinded him. A large gapping hole was torn into the hull just below Nolan's feet. The makaru- class missile had penetrated the drop ship, which was now a falling pile of burning scrap. It was time to evacuate.
