Disclaimer: No I do not own Mechassualt. The only thing I own that has n e thing 2 do wit it iz the game and this story. Sum of the mechs I made up so dont go researching them.
Commentz: 3rd chapter of the day! I'm gonna try 2 keep a record of that...3 chappies a day. N e way, I'm gonna try n make this chappie longer than all the other 1z since it introduces mass destruction in my story. I'm going 2 my dadz 4 2 weekz so this mite b my last story 4 a long time, 1 month topz. :( sry guyz it bringz a tear 2 my eye.

8 Years Later
or Memories

"D.P.O. DePaola reporting for Dragoon with 200 soldiers on deck. Orders, Sir?" Troy said to Commander Cindaar after he saluted.

"Do they know about the party yet?" Asked the commander. The Commander's slight case of amnesia and old age is causing him to retire out of his service for the Dragoon military. Regardless, he was always a great commander.

"No, Sir," Jason replied.

"Well, tell them that there is a party at Jaqueilin's Pub tonight.

"Yes, Sir," Troy replied. All the years serving in the military under his command, he's sad that the commander is leaving, but answering him when his amnesia kicks in, it gets to the point where he sometimes thinks he deserved the position.

"Remind them about the plans on the war, then dismiss them."

"Yes, Sir." Jason stepped backwards, saluted, and marched in front of his squad of 200. He scanned the front row, finding Mike standing as Right Marker.

"As you all know, one week from now the rebels will attack with their stolen, measily, ULLERs. Their coming to take our wives and burn down our town. I'd be damned if I let that happen.

"It wont, it can't happen. If we do die, I will haunt them to the grave and do so to their strife and so forth. which is why we are celebrating an already victorious war at Jaqueilin's Pub tonight." The whole squad cheered except for Mike, who didn't drink.

In the change room, Jason looked at his black uniform and the badges on it. He looked at his 2 most prized badges, the 2 purple hearts that were placed beside each other on his right part of his chest. He got one when he took a bullet for a guy he didn't even know. It went right through his chest missing every organ. He was lucky to survive. The second one he got was for taking a bullet for Mike.

It was his first battle, operating a mech. A Mad Cat was charging up its PPC and aimed it at Mike' s mech, ready to shoot him in the back. Over the radio Jason yelled, "Cougar 9, watch your six! YOUR SIX!" Jason gunned the mech forwards. He kicked the controls to jam them and opened the door to get out. He remember the smell of dust in the air, so thick that you could barely see. As he stepped out, Jason could almost feel the sweat streaming down his body boil by the blaze of the sun. He climbed down the leg of his cougar as it was still running then, he jumped. The PPC fired just as Jason's cougar got in the way. It fell to the ground with a cloud of dust, sparks and fire. When Jason rolled out of the way, his sweat mixed with the dust and made mud. Had mud all over his body and face. While he was trying to avoid getting trampled by the mechs, he saw all the death that was around him, that he helped cause. He could hear screams, the smell of blood and smoke and he could sense the death that was closing in on him.

"Hey, Jason." Jason snapped back when he heard Mike's voice. Mike noticed what Jason was looking at. "By the way, thanks for that."

Jason let out a laugh and said "I haven't forgot, I've always got your back.