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It was coming. It had to. The enemy was overwhelming the Dire Wolves on all fronts. And there was no way we could stop it alone. With help maybe, but alone it was hopeless. So all we could do, was try to stem the tide while we gathered our allies. At least if we stood together, we gave ourselves a chance. And that's all we needed.

Company Commander Draconis "Guardian" Wolf stood at the tower, looking across the planet of Lician III. The Word of Blake, an extremist sect of the secretive ComStar, now revealed itself, and the first target they set their sights on, were the Dire Wolves. Close allies to the Wolf's Dragoons, and another company that had taken to calling itself the "Black Widows", the Dire Wolves were the smallest, and yet, some of the fiercest warriors that the three of the groups had to bring to the table. Where the Black Widows had numbers and tactics, and the Wolf's Dragoons had the tech, manpower, and resources to field massive regiments of mechs, tanks, powered infantry, and logistics. But the center piece of the Dire Wolves, was their company of shock troopers, the best in the Inner Sphere. They were called Hell Jumpers, as they were known for their prowess at dropping out of dropship, riding their jump jets to the ground, and then engaging the enemy at any locations, tearing hell in the enemy's lines, and well laid plans.Guardian, short for Guardian Angel, sighed as he thought of all the hell they had raised, all the battles, they had fought.

And now, it was to be at an end.

The Word would arrive shortly, and all the members of the Hell Jumpers, along with the rest of the mercenary company, were on high alert. Orders to evacuate. But Draconis knew better. He'd talked with their Commander in Chief, Orion "Omega59r" Sheridian, and their orders were to evacuate. To run. But Draconis had made his point clear. They didn't have enough time to get everyone out before the Word arrived. They'd have to stay and fight for as long as possible while everyone else got out. And the Hell Jumpers would be the last to leave. He had already briefed his men, and he strode down to the mech hangars. His company of eight mechs was already readying op, and his Warhammer stood proudly awaiting him. The twin Particle Projectile Cannons, basically lightning cannons, waited at each side while his laser array was cold, which wouldn't last very long. He climbed up the ladder and slipped into the cockpit with the grace that being a mechwarrior had given him over the years. His twin would probably already be in the air, Wing Commander Phiro "Dragon" Wolf. His flight of Centurions would be the last Aerospace Fighters on planet, and they would dog fight with the enemy for as long as necessary to ensure the dropships got off planet. So. They would have air cover for a while. Draconis sat into the pilot's chair as he brought his helmet up and onto his head, smiling as he started up his mech, Wolf Fang. She began to sing to him as the start up sequence began.

Reactor Online

Sensors Online

Weapons Online

All Systems Nominal

Guardian spoke into his comm system, as his mech sagged visibly as its restraints were lifted, and then stood as the myomer muscle was electrified and began to respond to the controls.

"This is Guardian, ready op, and weapons cold,"

"Nice to see you boss, was afraid of having to start the fun without you,"

"In your dreams Ferro, I wouldn't let you have all the glory. Besides they need to see an actual mech pilot in action, not some loader mech wannabe playing soldier,"

"Oh ho? We'll see when this is over,"

The human just chuckled as he brought his Warhammer over to the center of the base, and then he heard the roar of the Anti-Orbital Guns. The sent out shots of Naval grade PPC fire, and Draconis heard the whine of the alarm as it was raised. They were here. He opened a command channel to Omega, and was greeted by his voice before he could say a word.

"The evacuation has already started, but we need thirty minutes to finish up!"

"Consider it done,"

The Commander watched as the sky filled what seemed to be meteors, but really, were mechs and drop ships entering the atmosphere. He heard the comm chatter raise as AA and AAA batteries opened fire, and Wolf flight engaged the contacts as they appeared. Draconis spoke to his mech pilots calmly.

"Men, the Word are here to eradicate us, but I think it's time we showed these poor fools what real warriors are capable of. Fight hard and with everything you have my fellow Hell Jumpers, for this day, we show the people of the Sphere that they need not fear the Word of Blake. That they can bleed, and will die! Men, rain havoc and destruction upon them, give them no quarter, and accept none in return!"

The enemy arrived shortly after. Their first mechs arriving being lights, and fast ones at that. Several spiders, Jenners, and some mechs that Guardian didn't recognize, but were really fast. The Warhammer sighted in the lead mech, and let his twin PPCs unleashed two lightning like balls of super heated plasma, which smacked into it, and drove it into the ground as they smacked into the cockpit and fried the pilot. The rest of the mechs scattered, and the roar of Autocannon, flash of lasers, cackle of PPCs, and hiss of LRMs greeted the enemy with a ferocity, and accuracy that was the trademark of the Dire Wolves. The light mechs didn't last long under the assault, and then the medium and heavier mechs began to arrive and the Hell Jumpers charged back, tearing into their enemies. The ferocity of the assault, as the mechs began to trade blows, the Hell Jumpers utilizing the high ground to their advantage, ducking into cover as the enemy returned fire, and then unleashing a barrage of their own. They then got within close quarters, and the fighting took a more brutal turn. The Hell Jumpers used more than their weapons like lasers, and auto cannon to fight the enemy off, but also, the very parts of the mech's themselves. Ferro used his free arm of his Centurion to tear into an enemy mech, bashing into it with his mech's claws. Guardian shot into a similarly weighted Cataphract, and then planted his metal foot into its chest to knock it over, and then slammed it again into the mech's cockpit. He could almost hear the pilot scream as the brutal fight continued for every bit of twenty minutes. Then, the smoke cleared and the Hell Jumpers stood victorious, not even losing a man. But the battle was far from over. High above ships could be seen, duking it out with their massive cannon, lasers, and missiles, trading blow after blow as they fought for dominance in space. The Hell Jumpers pulled back to their original defensive positions and saw the other troops beginning to pull back, the tanks and infantry making a run for the dropships as their orders came in. But the 1st Hell Jumpers stood fast at their positions, and saw as tanks and infantry advanced onto the mountain base.

The Hell Jumpers showed no mercy to the invaders, their guns trained on the enemies as they opened fire. Blast after blast of PPC, round after round of Autocannon, missile after missile of LRMs, rained hell on the enemy. The advancing tanks were some of the first to go, being the larger targets working against them as they tried to train their guns on the entrenched defenders, but to no avail. They were simply too high above them. A tank flew across the ground as it was slammed into by an AC20, and laser fire tore into the oncoming infantry as they were vaporized. And still advanced. More enemy battlemechs joined the advance, these Assault class mechs being too heavy to initially drop into combat, their demonic color schemes designed to inspire fear into their enemies, and yet only showed to strengthen the Hell Jumper's resolve. Turrets that were manned by gunners fell silent as they too were evacuated, leaving only the automated Calliope turrets with their twin LRM launchers and lasers online. And the enemy took heart as they quickened their advance, only to have the Dire Wolves detonate explosive charges to cause landslides, sending hundreds of infantrymen, a few tanks, and a heavy class battlemech down the mountain as the others continued their advance.

Draconis could feel the heat wash over his cockpit from the sustained fire from his PPCs and lasers, his sweat evaporating as it came off of him. And then he heard the comms from the command channel. It was Omega.

"Guardian, pull your men back, we can cover from the dropships!"

The mechwarrior opened up his company comms and spoke with the tense voice of someone who was determined to hold the position, and focused on the objective.

"Hell Jumpers, fall back to the dropships, we are needed elsewhere,"

One by one, the members of the Hell Jumpers responded.

"This is Ferro, that's a negative, I'm staying to hold the line with you boss,"

"Radick here, negative, will hold the position,"

"Ice Fang, am committed to the position,"

"Big Blue, retreat not an option sir,"

"Glade Wolf, holding the line, sir!"

"Razor, holding,"

"This is Drago Wolf, to hell with retreating!"

The unit commander understood. It was either all of them left together, or they would all die together. He keyed his comms to Omega, and spoke solemnly.

"Omega, this is Guardian, we are committed to the position, evac now while you still have a chance,"

"Negative Guardian, you pull those men now!"

"Omega you either pull out now, and save what you have got, or we try to leave and we all die! You hear me?! Dead! Ex-filtrate now!"

The company commander understood the warrior's logic, and he couldn't help but sigh as he gave the dropship commander the order to leave. The dropship's engines roared to life as the last one began to lift off, and the ship rocketed skyward. The aerospace fighters over head could be seen as they went screaming past the ship, lasers and guns blazing as they chased each other in the mountains, trying desperately to out edge each other. One took a hit and lost control, spiraling as it flew straight at the enemy's advance, and slammed into an oncoming assault mech, the fireball clearing away a large section of the ground around it, and knocking the mech face first into the ground. It wouldn't rise again. But then, the turrets quit firing their missiles, as their ammo stores had run dry, and their lasers were close to melting themselves as they fired non stop, trying desperately to hold off the enemy. Then, a suicidal craft slammed into the turret control tower, and even those fell lifeless.

The Hell Jumpers were now so close to the enemy that the tanks could finally reach their guns up and strike back at their enemies. Autocannon rounds barked as they struck out and searched for targets. The mechs also finally were able to effectively target the Hell Jumpers and began firing as well. The Warhammer took several blows from Autocannon as it finally drew back, and he gave the order to take a fall back position inside the base. The mechs withdrew one by one, Guardian being the last to take the secondary position. The Blakists seized their chance and stormed up the mountain, arriving at the walls of the compound to try and rush the gate. Which acted as the perfect choke point. The Jumpers just picked their targets one by one as they focused on each target as it tried to get through. Each seeming to get a little further than the last as they continued like ants to swarm the base. Then several used their jump jets to rocket over the walls, and then all hell broke loose. The Hell Jumpers had to split their focus to account for the new targets, and began to run out of Autocannon and LRM ammo. Guns fell silent as they desperately tried to hold the position, the anti orbital cannons still firing only because they didn't need human control. The dropships were away now, and safe, and it was no longer a mission to hold the line. But to kill as many as they could before they finally drew their last breath. The mechs counter charged as they decided to take the fight to the enemy. Guardian's Warhammer lead the charge as they continued firing into the enemy. The enemy mechs had their foot in the door though, and they wouldn't let go of that foothold. The Assault class mechs clashed with the other, smaller but faster mechs as they closed into brawling range. The Warhammer went toe to toe with an Atlas as the two units clashed. Draconis let out a ferocious roar through his loud speakers, like he was an animal, as he prepared to let these invaders know why they would remember the name Hell Jumper for some time.

The Warhammer fired both PPCs and all its medium lasers into the Atlas with unforgiving tenacity, as the Atlas did similarly with his large lasers, and AC 20. They both took the blows as they circled, and exchanged blows while twisting and turning their top torsos, trying to spread the damage to make them last longer. Finally Guardian ended the Atlas with a PPC to the center of his torso, tearing through the hammered armor as his disciplined, and well aimed shots kept hammering into it. And then, the Atlas's back exploded a ball of fire as its engine was breached, and it sucked cool air in, super heating it, and then it exiting in a massive ball of fire out of the back. He planted his foot atop it victoriously as he sought his next target, and fired. The Hell Jumpers fought like savages, but even their ferocity wasn't enough, as the seemingly endless numbers of the Word of Blake's began to wear on their already battered mechs. Then, the first fell. Followed by the second, then the third, and so on until only Guardian stood, if only barely. The battered Warhammer was defiant even in the throws of death, and the first thing it lost, was its twin PPCs, and then, the lasers finally melted from all the heat they had generated, and the cockpit of the WarHammer was like a furnace. Completely disarmed, surrounded, and outnumbered with all of his men dead around him, the commander of the Hell Jumpers, Draconis "Guardian" Wolf, stood as a fighter passed by overhead. His twin brother's aircraft, and he spoke with much fear, scared by the prospect of losing his twin.

"Draconis eject! Surrender please! We'll rescue you!"

"Brother, leave,"

"No Draconis, I won't let you die alone!"

The mechwarrior sighed as he spoke to his brother, who despite all of his natural abilities, his tenacity in combat, and endless charisma, spoke to him, scared of what was to come. He'd passed up so many larger commands, all because he felt he belonged with the Hell Jumpers, and Draconis admired his resolve when it came to that matter. It would make him their perfect commander, after his death. He spoke with firm determination to his twin.

"Phiro, your last orders are to leave, and then accept the promotion to become the Commander of the remnants of the Hell Jumpers. Lead them Phiro, lead them because they need you to, because I need you to. Brother, do this for me, so that I may die in peace, knowing my Hell Jumpers will not be lead astray, will not be abandoned,"

"Yes...... sir,"

An Atlas strode forward, it's guns trained on the seemingly defeated Warhammer as its loud speakers activated, projecting the pilot's voice.

"Warhammer, this is Micheal Linden of the Word of Blake. Surrender now or be terminated!"

The Warhammer's own loud speakers activated as he replied full of anger, and defiance.

"My name is Draconis Sedierius Wolf, call sign Guardian Angel, former commander of the 1st Hell Jumpers company. I accept no terms of surrender, unless it is your unconditional surrender,"

"You must be mad,"

Draconis chanted loudly with a roar as pressed the self destruct button on his console, turning his mech into a bomb. A bomb that he had no choice but to eject from.

"From the Sky, From the Sky, Live to fight! Do or Die! I stand a Shield for the Weak, and Sword for the Righteous! A fire to burn the corrupt and wicked! They will know me! They will fear my wrath! For I am a Hell Jumper, feared by God himself, and above death's power! Hoorah!"

With that his ejector seat launched, and seconds later, his reactor went critical, rupturing the walls from the intense heat and pressure, causing a massive explosion to envelope the area. The mechwarrior could feel the ripple in the air as blast wave shook him, and his chute finally deployed. When the cloud of ash, dust, and smoke cleared, the Atlas that had been standing next to him, was gone. The entire base was in flames, and several more tanks and APCs rushed in to claim what they could, including the pilot. Draconis hit the ground hard with an oof! and before he could even move, several soldiers surrounded his battered and practically cooked body, and forced him onto the ground, pinning him. He felt his hand become cuffed, and someone kicked him roughly in the ribs. He rolled over from the force of the impact, and looked up to see a helmet, angled oddly to encompass the head of its wearer. The cloak hid the rest of its features as the cold mountain air bit at Draconis, and the person removed the helmet. A, human-like voice came from it as it spoke, and his vision was obscured from the figure's face.

"The great and valorous Draconis. Hmmm... what a pleasure to finally have you in my claws," it said smugly.

Draconis could hardly speak anyway from the exertion of piloting his mech earlier, but felt like his breath had been sucked out of him, when he finally saw its face.

It was a wolf, a black with lighter shades of grey permeating its fur across its face as it smiled smugly at him. That was the last thing that he saw before it planted its boot into his face, and knocked him unconscious.