For what purpose is existence in the face of suffering and barren
hopes. For what end do we endure such trials, only to be undone....
Von awoke early, the sun still hadn't risen and the blackness was thick, the air a dry dusty sweetness that tasted like a sour dew and chapped the lips. Today was another day of operations on this largely barren world. It's only significance a single city and a major dropship manufacturing facility prized by the Capellans. It stood in the Capellan March however and was a thorn in the side of House Davion, the only major ally of St. Ives along with the Concordat. Getting up Von held his head, an empty bottle lay on the desk nearby. There was a chill as the heating system in the barracks had malfunctioned sometime in the night; the chill ran straight to his bones yet he sweats profusely. Wiping his brow, "Another damned nightmare..." Stepping out of bed he grabbed his coveralls and quickly put them on for warmth before silently lacing up his boots. Just as he looped the lace through the last hole a glint of sunlight shown over the horizon. "I've let these kids sleep long enough.", he remarked to himself looking around. Skate barely filled out his cot, Boomer had her hair cascading down over the pillow. She always looked so peaceful when she slept. Tall and slender she embodied the Catapult she loved to drive. The last member of the lance was Hawk, he preferred a good clan mech when he could find one but was currently stuck in an Uziel he constantly complained about. He was a blonde, smaller in size than Von but still an impressive figure when not sleeping. Hawk was a boisterous fellow who used up more energy gambling and talking than fighting. He could aim though that's was for sure as he managed to headshot a kit fox with a PPC at 400 meters. They were out celebrating last night even though Von knew the campaign was far from over, and this planet had ComGuards. "I gotta watch over kids now.", slowly getting up Von switched on the lights and the three slowly began to wake to the sound of Von banging on the door. "Wake up you bastards! Time to get outta the warm beds and hop into an oven hot mech! We got Capellans to kill!" Von roared out.
Hawk was the first one to open his big mouth as usual, "Won't they just kill themselves, they suck and we've only run into lights, can't the treadheads handle it geeze I get no sleep... you'd think they'd respect me by now.... but.... Zzzzzzzz", hawk muttered slowly trailing off to sleep again. Boomer and Skate both were getting ready, weary but steadily fumbling around with the bulky issue boots they were issued.
Heading over to Hawk's bunk Von laid his hand on Hawk's arm and with a swift jolt pulled him clean out of bed and onto the cold hard floor. "You still wanna sleep? I ain't gonna watch your late night celebratin ass. Get the hell up!", Von shouted throwing the boots onto Hawk's chest they landed with a thump and he cried out. Skate froze solid but Boomer smirked and even began to snicker at the scene. Von had noticed but decided to just head out of the barracks and wait for them there. "These damn kids, they come out of training and defeat some treadheads and 2 light mechs and they think they're invincible. How the hell am I supposed to look after these kids?", he said to himself heading out to the bay.
"Y-you all right?", Skate asked moving towards Hawk to help him.
"No godamnit I'm not alright! I just had boots thrown on me are you a frekin idiot, do you want me to throw boots on you so you can see how it is? Godamnit that hurt like hell I think I bruised a rib, and why the hell you laughing anyways don't you care I got hurt here? Lancer Commander coulda killed me!", Hawk filibustered until being interrupted by Boomer.
"You only got what you deserved", she said in a soft tone. Her hair was long for a mechwarrior and she had to part it in the back and tie it around to get her neurohelm on securely. She was young at 20 however a very intellectual person. "I think he was just trying to help you put your boots on hun.", she remarked standing up slowly and pressing out the creases in her coveralls.
"Yea well how about you give me a kiss to make it better then?", Hawk remarked with a smile.
Without turning around and heading out to the bay Boomer simply said, "It would be a wasted kiss."
Hawk sat there for a moment, his smile suddenly wiped from his face at the remark before noticing Skate looking at him with this ear-to-ear smile only he seemed humanly able to do. "What, what are you smilin' for?", Hawk asked.
"It's only been one day and you already have a love interest? Or is it is you go for any piece of tail you can find?", Skate remarked slyly.
"What? No way me and her? You've taken too many hits ....", pausing for a moment Hawk continued looking down at his boots and cracking a smile, "I guess I just like a challenge.", he remarked looking up at Skate who still had that giant grin and started to shake his head as if to say it will never work out. "You best not blab to her about it though, I don't want to ruin my chances with her!"
"Why would I do that, and waste an opportunity to watch an opera that should be most amusing?", skate remarked laughing softly as he headed out of the barracks leaving Hawk alone.
"Yea you laugh all you want, we all know who the hotshot is around here, and I'm gonna prove it too!", hawk shouted towards the door before realizing he was freezing, half-naked, and hadn't yet found his coveralls. "Crap they wouldn't leave without me would they? I'm the best pilot they won't leave without me, damnit if they do I'll.... ", he complained to himself while searching his mess of a footlocker for his coveralls.
Von awoke early, the sun still hadn't risen and the blackness was thick, the air a dry dusty sweetness that tasted like a sour dew and chapped the lips. Today was another day of operations on this largely barren world. It's only significance a single city and a major dropship manufacturing facility prized by the Capellans. It stood in the Capellan March however and was a thorn in the side of House Davion, the only major ally of St. Ives along with the Concordat. Getting up Von held his head, an empty bottle lay on the desk nearby. There was a chill as the heating system in the barracks had malfunctioned sometime in the night; the chill ran straight to his bones yet he sweats profusely. Wiping his brow, "Another damned nightmare..." Stepping out of bed he grabbed his coveralls and quickly put them on for warmth before silently lacing up his boots. Just as he looped the lace through the last hole a glint of sunlight shown over the horizon. "I've let these kids sleep long enough.", he remarked to himself looking around. Skate barely filled out his cot, Boomer had her hair cascading down over the pillow. She always looked so peaceful when she slept. Tall and slender she embodied the Catapult she loved to drive. The last member of the lance was Hawk, he preferred a good clan mech when he could find one but was currently stuck in an Uziel he constantly complained about. He was a blonde, smaller in size than Von but still an impressive figure when not sleeping. Hawk was a boisterous fellow who used up more energy gambling and talking than fighting. He could aim though that's was for sure as he managed to headshot a kit fox with a PPC at 400 meters. They were out celebrating last night even though Von knew the campaign was far from over, and this planet had ComGuards. "I gotta watch over kids now.", slowly getting up Von switched on the lights and the three slowly began to wake to the sound of Von banging on the door. "Wake up you bastards! Time to get outta the warm beds and hop into an oven hot mech! We got Capellans to kill!" Von roared out.
Hawk was the first one to open his big mouth as usual, "Won't they just kill themselves, they suck and we've only run into lights, can't the treadheads handle it geeze I get no sleep... you'd think they'd respect me by now.... but.... Zzzzzzzz", hawk muttered slowly trailing off to sleep again. Boomer and Skate both were getting ready, weary but steadily fumbling around with the bulky issue boots they were issued.
Heading over to Hawk's bunk Von laid his hand on Hawk's arm and with a swift jolt pulled him clean out of bed and onto the cold hard floor. "You still wanna sleep? I ain't gonna watch your late night celebratin ass. Get the hell up!", Von shouted throwing the boots onto Hawk's chest they landed with a thump and he cried out. Skate froze solid but Boomer smirked and even began to snicker at the scene. Von had noticed but decided to just head out of the barracks and wait for them there. "These damn kids, they come out of training and defeat some treadheads and 2 light mechs and they think they're invincible. How the hell am I supposed to look after these kids?", he said to himself heading out to the bay.
"Y-you all right?", Skate asked moving towards Hawk to help him.
"No godamnit I'm not alright! I just had boots thrown on me are you a frekin idiot, do you want me to throw boots on you so you can see how it is? Godamnit that hurt like hell I think I bruised a rib, and why the hell you laughing anyways don't you care I got hurt here? Lancer Commander coulda killed me!", Hawk filibustered until being interrupted by Boomer.
"You only got what you deserved", she said in a soft tone. Her hair was long for a mechwarrior and she had to part it in the back and tie it around to get her neurohelm on securely. She was young at 20 however a very intellectual person. "I think he was just trying to help you put your boots on hun.", she remarked standing up slowly and pressing out the creases in her coveralls.
"Yea well how about you give me a kiss to make it better then?", Hawk remarked with a smile.
Without turning around and heading out to the bay Boomer simply said, "It would be a wasted kiss."
Hawk sat there for a moment, his smile suddenly wiped from his face at the remark before noticing Skate looking at him with this ear-to-ear smile only he seemed humanly able to do. "What, what are you smilin' for?", Hawk asked.
"It's only been one day and you already have a love interest? Or is it is you go for any piece of tail you can find?", Skate remarked slyly.
"What? No way me and her? You've taken too many hits ....", pausing for a moment Hawk continued looking down at his boots and cracking a smile, "I guess I just like a challenge.", he remarked looking up at Skate who still had that giant grin and started to shake his head as if to say it will never work out. "You best not blab to her about it though, I don't want to ruin my chances with her!"
"Why would I do that, and waste an opportunity to watch an opera that should be most amusing?", skate remarked laughing softly as he headed out of the barracks leaving Hawk alone.
"Yea you laugh all you want, we all know who the hotshot is around here, and I'm gonna prove it too!", hawk shouted towards the door before realizing he was freezing, half-naked, and hadn't yet found his coveralls. "Crap they wouldn't leave without me would they? I'm the best pilot they won't leave without me, damnit if they do I'll.... ", he complained to himself while searching his mess of a footlocker for his coveralls.