Sailor Moon: Mechwarrior
BY Dragonfang33
Chapter I
The Wolf Dragoons
Location: The Ruins of Vale, Kantarus IV, border of the Lyran Alliance and Federated Suns 3067
"You're joking," Tuxedo Mask shouted, not wanting to believe what he'd just heard, "That's impossible, Sailor Pluto."
"Sailor Pluto and the other Sailor Scouts have been dead for over a millennium," Rebecca replied, confused, "out of curiosity how do you know Sailor Pluto anyway?"
"We fought with her against the NegaMoon Family," Jupiter replied, refusing to believe what had just been said, "and there's no way Serena and the others can be dead, we were destined to rule the future of Crystal Tokyo."
"Crystal Tokyo," Ryan added, confused, "I'm sorry but the last Queen of Crystal Tokyo was killed in the Revolution of 2300."
"That can't be true," Tuxedo Mask shouted, it was at that moment he fell to the ground, and nearly broke into tears, "Serena, she can't be." before he could finish his statement, the sounds of two helicopters approaching from the north could be heard in the distance.
"Great," Rebecca said, "a Stiner search part," she turned to Ryan, "if they spot us they're sure to call in reinforcements."
"Get back to the Mechs," Ryan ordered, "it's time for a little pay back."
"With pleasure," Rebecca replied, the two MechWarriors returned to their machines, and climbed into the cockpits. The two massive war machines suddenly roared to life, and slowly rose from the ground.
"ID on the bogies," Rebecca said, "Two Stiner Donar Class Assault Helicopters." Ryan's Black Knight locked onto the two approaching Gunships.
"Locked on," Ryan shouted, two bright red beams shot forth from the Mech's right and left arms, and streaked toward their target.
The two approaching Gunships were members of the Lyran Alliance's 101st Tharkan Aerospace Wing; an advance unit of FedCom Dictator Archon Kathrine Stiner-Davion's dreaded Royal Guard, their mission was simple recon to investigate a strange signature picked up by a Stiner Listening Post in the region.
"Unit Delta 04 to base," the pilot of the lead Donar said, over the intercom, "we're approaching target area, and so far we're not picking up anything out of the ordinary." It was at that moment the lead Donar was struck dead center by the two laser beams, and erupted in a ball of fire, and soon after its remains rained down upon the planets surface.
"BASE THIS IS DELTA 03 WE'RE BEING FIRED UPON, REPEAT WE'RE BEING, AHHHHHHH!" the pilot barely had a chance to finish his statement before a LAM-10 Missile slammed into his helicopter's fuel tank, blowing it out of the sky.
"That takes care of them," Ryan said, over the intercom, "But I think it'll be wise for us to get out of here before more company shows up."
"What about those people?" Rebecca asked, "We can't leave them for Stiner to slaughter."
"Our orders are to return to the dropship not baby-sit," Ryan shouted, "now move it soldier."
"Yes sir," Rebecca replied, angrily, "you know your father would have saved them." Mention of his father brought back memories Ryan didn't want to think of, memories of watching the Archon's Armies march down the streets of his home planet, of his father, a decorated veteran of the Clan Wars, be executed for his loyalty to Victor Stiner-Daveion.
"How do we know they're not Stiner Spies," Ryan said, "I mean you saw how their dressed, the girl wore a uniform that hasn't been seen for over a millennium, how do we know she isn't one of them?"
"You saw the look in their eyes," Rebecca replied, "they have no idea what's going on, and you saw how the man reacted when I said the Sailor Scouts were gone."
"Very well," Ryan said, hesitantly, "but this one's on your head Sergeant."
"Crystal Sir," Rebecca added, as she emerged from her Cougar, and headed back into the ruined city.
Sailor Jupiter and Tuxedo Mask had ducked behind one of the ruined buildings; it was at that moment they heard footsteps approaching. The two friends steered themselves for an enemy attack, it was only when the saw the familiar image of one of the MechWarriors approaching did they manage to breath a sie of relief.
"Listen up," Rebecca shouted, "we have an offer for you. Stiner reinforcements are probably on their way; the two of you can either come with us, or stay here." Sailor Jupiter and Tuxedo Mask looked at each other for a few brief moments before making up their minds.
"Any place is better then here," Tuxedo Mask said, removing his mask, "Darien Shieds, but you can call me Tuxedo Mask."
"Lita Kino," Jupiter said, as she transformed back to her civilian clothes, a bright pink evening dress with silver pumps, "you can also call me Sailor Jupiter." It was Lita mentioning who she really was, that caused Rebecca to break out laughing.
"You're kidding me," Rebecca said laughing, "Didn't I just get done telling the Sailor Scouts are dead."
"She's telling the truth," Darien replied, "we fell through some kind of time warp and wound up here."
"That's impossible," Rebecca added, "but you can save the rest for the trip back," it was then Rebecca removed her Neuro-Helmet, and for the first time Lita and Darien got a good look at the MechWarrior. She looked no older then twenty three, with fiery shoulder length orange hair and crystal blue eyes.
"Staff Sergeant Rebecca Ryan," Rebecca said, "Call sign Striker, Alpha Lance 3rd Wolf's Dragoons Mech Company, and Mr. Keep to himself is Lt. Ryan Hunter, call sign Cobra. I guess I'm the first to welcome you two to the Wolf Dragoons."
Location: Dropship Iron Will, near the Kantarus IV Capital, a few hours later
The activity around the massive spherical dropship was in full swing, the order to withdraw had just come down, and most of the Dragoon and Davion Forces had withdrawn from Kantarus for the third time since the war had begun.
On the bridge of the Iron Will stood an elderly man, dressed in a Davion uniform. This was Col. Carter Storm, commander of the 3rd Mech Company of the Wolf Dragoons Mercenary Army. A grizzled veteran of the Clan Wars and St. Ives Civil War Storm was an able commander, who garnered a lot of respect from the troops he commanded in the field.
"Are all Lances in?" Storm asked, facing his Executive Officer.
"All except Alpha Lance sir," the XO replied.
"What have we heard from them?" Storm asked, he'd known Lt. Hunter since he first joined the Dragoons, and he always did run late.
"Last thing we heard was they were picking up two new recruits," the XO replied, Storm looked at his XO with a concerned look, but before he could say anything the Tactical Officer broke in.
"Sir," the TAC Officer said, "we've got two Mechs approaching, IDs are one Black Knight and one Cougar, both of which appear to have suffered battle damage."
"That's Hunter's lance alright," Storm replied.
"One last thing sir," the TAC Officer added, "we've detected two life forms within the cockpits of both BattleMechs." Storm didn't say anything in reply, instead he made his way toward the MechBays.
Location: MechBay AA23, Dropship Iron Will, an hour later
The two BattleMechs made their way into their storage bays. The moment they were secured the cockpits swung open to reveal the two people inside. The MechBay was humming with activity, as the techs, and other crew raced to secure the various BattleMechs for take off.
For Lita and Darien the interior of the Union Class Dropship's MechBay was like something out of a science fiction movie. Hundreds of BattleMechs of various classes filled nearly every storage area.
"Welcome aboard the Iron Will," Ryan said, as he removed his Neuro-Helmet. For the first time Lita saw the MechWarrior's face. He had light brown hair, and dark brown eyes, with a jagged scar on top of and below his black eye patch. Despite the eye patch, to Lita he looked exactly like her old boyfriend.
"One last thing," Ryan said, snapping Lita out of her daydream, "Attention." The two MechWarriors snapped to attention as Col. Storm made his way into the bay.
"Hunter, Ryan," Storm shouted, "what's the meaning of bringing stowaways onto MY ship?"
"With all due respect sir," Ryan replied, "it was Striker's idea, not mine."
"And while we're at it," Storm said, "Where are Sergeant Wolf, and Sergeant Knight."
"They didn't make it," Rebecca replied, "We were ambushed by a Stiner Heavy Lance while returning from our patrol." For a few brief moments Storm didn't say anything, before changing the subject back to Lita and Darien.
"Captain," Storm said, motioning for one of the guards, "get these two off my ship."
"Wait a second sir," Ryan said, "we had a deal. If we brought them here they'd agree to fight for us, and right now we need all the pilots we can get."
"And what Lance will take these two Lieutenant," Storm asked, "they look more like nobility then warriors; they probably haven't even seen the inside of a BattleMech."
"My Lance will," Ryan replied, "I can train them, if you'll just give me a chance."
"I'll make my decision on what to do with these two when we reach Solarus VII," Storm replied, "until then give them something to do." Storm proceeded to make his way out of the room.
"That's his way of saying," Rebecca added, "welcome to the Wolf's Dragoons." The sounds of the Iron Will's engines roaring to life filled the room, as the massive sphere lifted from the ground heading toward the orbiting Dragoon Jumpship.
Location: Royal Palace, Kantarus IV Capital, a few moments later
The three women looked on as the drop ship streaked toward the sky. Like their ancestors, the Sailor Scouts, they were soldiers. But unlike the ancient Sailor Scouts they were cold heartless monsters. Each was dressed in a black Stiner dress uniform. The blood red crescent moon patch symbolized what unit they belonged to. They were "the Archon's Fist," the 1st Royal Guard Mech Lance, the personal guards to FedCom dictator Archon Kathrine Stiner-Davion, but to each other they called themselves the Dark Scouts, in honor of their famous ancestors
"There goes another one," the blue haired Katrina Anderson said.
"Yeah," the blonde known as Makoto Aino replied. It was at that moment another woman walked through the door, she had the same hair color as Makoto, except it was done up in a style that was similar to two meatballs.
"Hay Girlfriends I'm here," Ikuko Tsukino said, with her typical happy smile to her face.
"Okay Iki," Katrina asked, "What did you do this time?"
"Oh you know the usual," Ikuko replied, "cleared out the western districts of some rebels, and made "examples" of a few Mercenary Prisoners."
"Sounds like you had plenty of fun Iki," Makoto added, before returning to looking out over the city, "you know I wish we could finish up this operation and go on a rampage."
"Yeah," Ikuko shouted, jumping up and down like a school girl, "rampage, rampage, rampage, I love to rampage."
"Sorry girls," a cold voice said from behind. Emerging from the door way was a woman with a gaze like ice. Her raven hair was as black as her soul, her cold blue eyes reflected the block of ice that was her heart. The other Dark Scouts knew full well of the "Red Dragon's" reputation as a cold sadistic killer, they also knew she was one not to be crossed. Of all the Dark Scouts, Col. Sakura Hino was the most dangerous, showing little in the way of either mercy or compassion to anyone, even the troops under her command.
"We're being transferred," Sakura said, "to the excavation site on Tyre."
"Oh that's no fun boss," Ikuko replied, with tears in her eyes.
"You'll do well to remember your place Iki," Sakura replied, "our orders are to make sure the excavation of the Alien ship goes off with out a hitch. Once the alien technology is in our grasp, Victor and his rebels won't stand a chance."
Stay Tuned for Chapter II: Smoke Jaguar