Disclaimer: No i do not own Mechassualt...Fasa Studios...Xbox...let's just put it this way...I dont own a company.
Commentz: I'm hoping to write 2 more chappies including this one for the day. It's probably going to be my last for quiet a while. Thanx Triptych for reviewing and all but i'm kinda basing my story on mechassualt...Thanx any way! This is were the madness starts. Basically where the story starts. It's a longer chapter, be proud of me. It's amazing what a little sip of beer can do to a former alchaholic. ; )

Friendly Fire "So, are you coming tonight?" Jason asked him as they were walking home.

"Home is the only place I'm going to be tonight."

"Your going to stay cooped up in that little house, all by yourself?" Jason asked, thinking that he'll finally get him to go.

"Now that you put it that way… Sure, but I'm not drinking!"

The 3 suns were bright that day. They burned Jason's black eyes so he had to squint. They were shining off Mike's dirty blonde hair.

"So, you want to go for coffee. We still have 3 hours until the party." Mike asked

"No, sorry. Have to get home to the wife and kids," Jason replied.

"Oh…okay than," Mike said as he looked down. He still hadn't got over the divorce.

"Hey, listen. You want to come over for supper?" Jason asked trying not sound too sympathetic.

"Sure," Mike said excitedly, yet trying not to sound to needy. They walked home together, just like they did everything, and talked about mechs and how much they're going to crush the rebels under their feet.

They entered Jason's white stone, Jewish-style home, where Mike almost had to duck to get in seeing how tall he was.

"Hi, Seija," Jason said as he gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Hey, Mike," she said. "How was the meeting?"

"Well," Jason said, "after this battle the commander is retiring and the commander just reminded us of the battle with the rebels."

"Is that it?" Seija asked knowing that there was something else.

"Oh, Troy you forgot to tell her about the p..."Mike started, but Jason motioned for him to stop.

"A what? I didn't catch that, Mike," Seija asked with a touch of sarcasm , "Did you say pa...par...what was that I didn't catch it...party?"

"There's a party at Jaqueilin's Pub tonight," Jason said ashamed.

"But tonight's family night. You promised… Just me you and the kids."

"Daddy!" It was a chant that sounded like a whole army of children though only three came out of the hallway. Sam was the youngest, three years old with a long black hair. She took after Jason more than the other children did especially Jason's black eyes.

The goof of the house was John Ray. He was named after two people that Troy had to watch die in battle. He was the oldest, 9. He was the one that kept the house alive with laughs.

The other ones name was Jesse, 4. Seija and Jason adopted him. He never talked much but for a four year old he was active.

"Sam, J.R., Jesse!" Jason picked them up all at once and hugged them. They all sat down at the supper table. "Okay, I wont go tonight. Sorry Mike, you're going to have to go by yourself." After supper, Mike thanked them and left to the pub. Mike wouldn't even go if he didn't promise Jason he would. They never broke promises, ever.

The pub was packed with people, over 200 people, as you know. Mike ordered a water and sat down with some of the other guys. Every one seemed to be talking about the same thing, the war.

The guys hated to see Mike the way he was, drinking water instead of alcohol, thinking about his ex instead of girls.

"Hey, look! There's Jason!" one of the guys said. As every one looked away, he poured some of his drink into Mike's water. "Oh, never mind. That wasn't him."

Mike chugged down the last bit of his "water" and something sparked his common sense.

"Hey, guys I'm going... to get some wine... " Every one looked amazed. "Hey bartender, some wine..." The bartender pulled out a wine bottle and a glass. "No. Put the glass away. I'll take the bottle." He got back to the table he just sat at recently... where he was just sober recently. "Hey guys, I think I better get going before I get drunk... "Every one laughed. Mike paid for his wine bottle and walked out the door.

Every sip he took, the less sober he was. He was heading to the military base with the 8 moons guiding him. By the time he got there the bottle was empty, though he didn't give up getting the last drop. He came to the first and only wave of guards. Two guards to be exact. Not many towns or cities even knew that such a small town like the one of Mabadnee would have a military base. Most people didn't even know that Mabadnee existed so tight security wasn't mandatory.

"Stop! Identify yourself!" one of the guards ordered.

"I out rank you, you guard, piece of ----"Mike was cut off when he tripped on a rock. The empty wine bottle flew out of Mike's hands and hit the guard in the head, smashing glass every where. The maroon blood was oozing out. The other guard didn't know what to do. Mike picked up the top of the bloody wine bottle.

"Put the wine bottle down," the second guard said while he backed up. He reached for his gun.

"Get your hand away from that gun you fool!" Mike yelled. He swayed the bottle over his head, and because of the slipperiness of the blood, it slipped free from his hands only to hit the guard square in the face with the bottle.

"Oh, sorry. My bad." The guy screamed in pain. Blood was spilling everywhere. The whole scene was enough to make any sober man spill all of his remains out of his mouth.

Mike walked up to the hand pad in front of two enormous gates and placed his hand on it.
The massive metal doors opened and revealed an even bigger building with a round, semi-circle shaped roof. On the top, it had a huge plaque that says, "Mech Supply". He staggered his way toward it. Two acres of mechs, all shiny and new. ULLERS, OWENS, COUGARS, UZIELS, VULTURES, CATAPULTS, THORS, MADCATS, ATLAS, you name it, PROMETHEUS, BOWMANS, PUMAS, TIMBERWOLVES, HACKMEN, SUMMONERS, and KITFOXES, they had it. But there was something else that caught his bloodshot eyes. All the way at the back he could see the faint figure of a RAGNAROK. Trying to keep his balance, he staggered toward the beautiful machine. Mike thought he was dreaming. They only recovered it 3 months ago from the Word of Blake. He climbed up the ladder and hopped in the cockpit.

"Cshhhhh...626 to 79er...you got a bogey on your six..." he sounded like a kid playing with his toy airplane. "Oooooh...it's loaded."

The rumbles were sent all across Mabadnee and the thunder echoed in the Caves of Denduron. Jason was awoken as well as every one else from a 15 kilometer distance. He got out of bed to see what it was. When he opened his door he found that it was hard to walk. The ground looked like it had waves under it. He followed the noise. It was coming from the military facility.

When he got to the military base he saw it but he didn't believe it. The whole facility was burned to the ground. The only thing that was left standing was a RAGNAROK and a YMIR. He saw Mike in the cuffs and he knew he was dreaming.

"What! It was just a friendly fire!" Mike screamed as he struggled with the Military Police.