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• • * WerewolfX walked off the gantry of the Dropship Hecate on tired legs and staggered off to the pilot recruiting office on Outreach (which was also known as the bar). His bloodshot eyes glanced back at the gantry as techs began to walk his Cyclops out of the bay. "The techs had better not damage my Lycanthrope. I'll have a slug pistol waiting for each of them if they do," his angry thoughts brought back memories of why he was there. "Damn! We lost so many battles, and we lost Viper! I can still see his ejection pod fly out of his Atlas and slam right into the ground, right before that damn Hell bringer stepped on his ejection pod" Not long after that the unit went its separate ways, vowing if another leader would show up they'd join back and strike fear into clanners again. The only thing I liked from the clans was their liquor and weapons. It bristles my fur to be searching for another unit again after we lost a great leader. Well, I sold my Raven, Bushwacker, and Fire moth, which gave me a few million C-bills to throw around past my mechbay, ammo, and maintainence bills. I walked into the bar and saw some Dragoons, along with some Kell Hounds, over at the betting table while watching their lance mates dueling over the sim pods with a pile of money on the table, and quite a bit at that. I sat down in the corner and summoned up a fusionnaire from the menu on the bar screen and waited for about three minutes until it was brought to me by a very nice looking Mechwarrior. She sat the drink down in front of me and took a seat across from me staring at me closely. "What, you never see a humanoid wolf before?" I felt like saying a lot more to her but I was tired and I was being nice. For now, that is. She blinked, and rested her hand on the table, leaning forward until her eyes were level with mine. Those blue-sapphire eyes just made you want to squirm, they were that cold. "From the looks of it, you've had a rough couple of days recently, am I right?" She smiled afterwords. God, I would have felt better if a damn Daishi or Atlas was smiling at me; at least those have that careless stare that only a Battlemech can have. "Yeah, right, what do you want? You a clanner looking to get revenge? Did I piss you off at one time or another? I kill your Mechwarrior boyfriend or something?" By then, the cheering Dragoons and Kell Hounds had started to stare at me, as I had my hood pulled off now, and all could see my wolf-like face. My tail twitched. Goddamn, I was nervous! I felt like I was under interrogation. "No, never seen you before, but from that Arm patch you're wearing you were a former Midnight Son, weren't you?" Shit. She saw the patch. I shoulda ripped the damn thing off... Infamous for sending the clans packing on numerous worlds where other units have failed, we were a proud unit with some hilarious exploits, and some dangerous ones, particularly the Deimos incident Viper pulled, which was a combination of both. I have that one on holovid. "Yeah, I was but now I'm for hire. Like I said before, what do you want?" By now I was irritated and the fur on the back of my neck stood up.Oh yeah, which, by the way, I was an accident from the Clan eugenics program. They got a little happy and infused a batch of us with Grey wolf blood, which killed all my kin, but for some strange reason I survived and turned out like my pseudonym call sign; a Werewolf if you will, The X is typically associated with my price hence the call sign WerewolfX now in regards to the full moon and those myths. The full moon does nothing but tell me to get drunk on Saturdays and even then I'm making that up. "Well, my buddies and I have a lil bet going on," she smiled. God, I hate that smile. Although, the potential to make some cash perked my ears up. Any chance to make money is a good one in my book. "Ok, so what's the bet?" I then saw her Highlanders insignia on her arm. Great, she was drunk, and stupid, though she had a lot of nice curves in all the right places. "My friend claims that he can beat anyone in a sim battle one on one," she paused, then continued as I took a drink of my fusionnaire. "The payout for this bet is 10 million C-bills." I gagged on my drink, spitting it all over the table. That was a great amount of money for a singleindividual to have. Particularly a merc. "Damn, that's a lot. Who's your buddy, Victor-Steiner Davion, or the president of Defiance Industries?" Just as I finished that statement, a lot of angered noises came from the table where the Dragoons and Hounds were throwing a fit. "Well they just lost to him," she laughed her icy voice cruel, but to the point "So you up to the challenge?" I thought for a long time.This was a lot of money to lose or to gain. "Sorry, not interested. I'm here for recruitment, not to be blowing my cash on petty bets. Please, leave me be." She sneered and turned away. The curves on her body weren't that nice after all, maybe someone would shove a boot up her ass. I finished my drink and went out to the barracks to check in to the MRBC (Mercenary Review and bonding Commission for the uninitiated). For formal recruitment I had wanted to avoid attention, but oh,well. I needed a new unit to join up with. I looked at the various recruiting posters for numerous units and house militaries. Steiner? No, too crazy. Davion? No, too much like knights in shining armor. Liao? No, terrible food and crazy as well. Kurita? No, too much backstabbing. Hmm, here's a potential employer. The computer voice started with some info about the unit. "Midnight Legion, a unit with honor, a high code of ethics, and fantastic Mechwarriors, is now recruiting. Pay is 500,000 C-bills a month plus salvage rights to any 'Mech brought down . Contact the Main desk at the MRBC for recruitment requirements." I pulled myself to my feet, staggering a tad bit from the drink, and walked off to the checkpoint for new arrivals. The desk was manned by two security guards in power armor and a single clerk with a Wolf Dragoons uniform. "Name?" He asked in a bored voice. "WerewolfX." "Purpose?" Bored voice, yet again. "Recruitment and field testing." "How long will you be staying?" You should know the voice by now. "About 3 weeks if I find a unit, or 3 months." "Thanks for you co-operation, your bunk is located in Barracks number 3, Room number one, one, two, one, eight, five. Would you like an escort to show you the way?" "No thanks," I replied. "Thank you, and have a nice day." As I walked away, I heard snoring coming from inside the Battlearmor. I don't blame them; I woulda fallen asleep too if I had to stand up that long. My footsteps echoed down the deserted corridor as my tail swished in time with them. Anyone who was in the hallway just stared at me as if they had seen an Atlas. Just for fun I barked at a few and sentthe new techs running. Of course after they were out of range, and some of the mercs were done looking at me, I started to laugh hard; I had a good buzz from the fusionnaire. I slid the key card into the lock and heard the lock click, the door pinging to signify that access was approved. I walked in and turned to shut the door, then something hit me, hard, and blackness enveloped my eyes as I faded into the darkness. * * * The bitter cold morning on planet Northwind was only equaled by the cold hearted warriors in their Battlemechs walking out of the dropship gantries that morning. I remember that morning clear as day. I was assigned to Dropship guard duty while the rest of The Midnight Sons went off to face our rivals The Black Dragon Elite this morning Nothing but each unit's lives would be at stake we knew this and so did they. I walked over to the gantry to watch the techs load the gauss slugs and finish with the LRM reloads into the rack. My tail twitched at the thought of not joining my fellow Sons in battle but if things went sour we needed a way off planet fast this was the only way to go and if the Dropship blew up well I don't wanna think what would happen . rode the howdah up onto the entry hatch on my 'Mech and climbed inside in a showoff way by placing my hands on top of the hatch and swinging in by pivoting my wrist while maintaining a good grip and like a showoff I screwed up and hit my head like a dumbass. After a few mins of screaming and cursing in my I reached for my neurohelm and made sure everything was all nice and snug while hooking my coolant vest into the feed line and strapping myself in the harness clicking and locking everything while doing system checks on the connectors to my neurohelm. "System startup initialized please input serial number of 'Mech pilot now." God I hate the unisex voice of the mech computers it's just a bit more feminine that masculine (I'm also pretty sure that the female pilots have these male voices that make em....Well er never mind I won't go there) for comfort more than the business of making the systems sound sexy or anything like that. Following the instructions I imput my serial I.D. into the computer. "Access granted please initialize standard start up voice print procedure" Now don't get me wrong I love my 'Mech but I hate starting it up. I could have more fun watching ferrocrete dry. "Voice print ID WerewolfX. Identification Quote : If you live without cause then what was the purpose of your birth." "Voice print confirmed proceed with initialization of weapons and reactor" God the fun stuff begins. I laughed and began hitting the toggle switches and testing my systems namely the weapons ones on 1/1000 of power in the bay excluding the Gauss rifles and LRM launcher those would have to wait for a field test before I fired them I didn't want to blow my ride all to hell. Now my 'Mech is a 90T beast named the Cyclops this particular variant carried twin Gauss rifles one on the arm the other on my right torso. In addition it sported a PPC, a Clan Extended-Range Large laser and a LRM-15 for that softening before the hammer for that extra special punch that I liked to do to my enemies. Also another thing about this beast it's faster than most heavies with armor skimped off of them to make room for speed. Yes this 'Mech is my baby my wonderful Lycanthrope has been through numerous battles with a lot of kill markers on it about thirty-five give or take three kill markers. "Comms check to Vipers nest are you guys in Dropship commanding reading me?" standard procedure once again. "We read you loud and clear Son One. Your all clear to go to your first nav which is about thirty meters from the Dropship gantry." Two things I hate happened then. One I was assigned guard duty and two it was Alcadameya over the comm and Alca whether he intends to or not always has a bit of sarcasm in his voice like something is funny that only he can understand which irritates the shit outta me. He a great wing mate but when he's on comms you wanna strangle the guy. I moved into my position and waited in my 'Mech propping my feet up off the command couch and undoing the harness so I could move around a bit. After all if we came under attack I could strap myself in at a pace of oh about half a second. Listening to the gantry I heard the rest of the 'Mechs startup and begin to move I keyed in the comm to listen to the pep talk Viper always give when we go out on a drop but today was a lil' different from the norm. "OK boys today's target is The Black Dragon Elite whom we all know and hate. Their reputation proceeds them as our main rivals. The only thing I ask today is that we take every one of those Bastards down and send em packing and if you manage to kill them so they won't be coming back you get a 1-million C-Bill bonus in it for you." Since today was special I had anticipated something like this. Although the others hadn't as I heard a lot of exclaimed "Holy Shit!" over the comms. Which got me laughing that I had to catch my 'Mech from going down onto the dirt face-first. Viper's 'Mech was unmistakable as it's footsteps and with that his mighty Atlas strode out of the bay with it's characteristic grinning skull design looking as if it wanted to recruit you for hell's infernal legions the hard way. Following his 'Mech came a Madcat MK II which in my opinion was a goofy looking machine featuring upward slanted missile racks and huge barrels on the arms that were unmistakable for Gauss rifles it strode out of the bay looking every bit the Assault 'Mech it was. Following that was the most butt ugly 'Mech I've ever seen then I realized it was a Black Knight which I was tempted to shoot right then and there I hate that damn 'Mech it looks like someone glued a light bulb to a suit of armor then forgot the chest plate and replaced it with one of those fuzzy-pink heart pillows that sheltered teenage girls go for. After seeing the BK stalk out of the bay I lost interest in what else we had coming out so I went and whipped back to my command couch and strapped myself in and listened to Dark Angel bitch about having coolant dumped on him from above his door this morning while Alca, Eagle, and I were laughing our asses off. Viper could barely keep a straight face while trying to discipline us. "Viper we got incoming comms message for you from BDE_Latherion" Well for once Alca's voice lost that sarcastic edge it usually carried. "OK patch them through and wake up you furry bastard!". My eyes slammed open as a fist impacted my ribs and I felt something crack. Coughing I spit on the attackers shoes as my vision came into focus "Oh your gonna pay for that buddy." A gruff voice replied to my insult accompanied by a mean left hook straight into my muzzle. By that time my eyes were open and I bared my teeth at him and growled hoping to startle him. Unfortunately for me it did not and all I got was a punch to the kidney's. "Great I'll be pissing blood for a week now" I thought as a door open and slammed shut behind me. "Well, Well if it isn't our little escaped Midnight Son. You see after I got your leader and crushed his ejection pod I figured I'd hunt the rest of his lackeys down and kill you one by one untill you were all dead that way I wouldn't have any competition." Shit it was BDE all right and Latherion at that. Laughter accompanied the remark as though he had said something funny. "Fuck you Latherion you couldn't even fight me in Battlemechs you had to resort to cloak and dagger style Com Star tactics to come after me!" He laughed a cruel Icy hearted laugh which to this day I have never forgotten nor will I ever. "Now, Now my little Wolf-boy name calling is bad isn't that right Dilandau?" So that's who gruff voice was. He punched me again in the stomach and I coughed up a little blood onto the floor. "Well I think that before I kill you I'll get some useful information out of you. What's your 'Mech's access codes? After all a dead THING cannot pilot a 'Mech." he sneered at the word thing. "You think I would give you my codes to my 'Mech?" I laughed then continued. " I would do no such thing and I would say you have to kill me first but your already planning on that so I won't and besides your little tipmaster was that bitch in the bar wasn't it?" from the look of pure hatred on his face I hit the right mark. "Dilandau please show him some manners if you will." He hit me in the eye this time. which spun my head to the left and knocked me back a little in the chair. I had no friends on this planet and I had no clue as to where the rest of The Midnight Sons were when we split up we went our separate ways not leaving any clues to our whereabouts in case BDE tracked any of us down. Apparently they came after me first. Midnight had gone on leave right before the Battle with BDE so he was safe for now. Eagle and I got separated when BDE gave chase after us the first time since then I've been running from planet to planet trying to hide and keep my identity a secret but with my uniqueness it's kinda impossible. " I will ask this but once Trash wolf." He grabbed my snout and put his icy eyes into mine. "Where are the rest of The Midnight Sons?" His icy grey eyes stared into mine searching for any clues as to if I was lying. "I don't know we all separated and lost contact with each other so you wouldn't hunt us down but apparently you've gone way past the point on sanity trying to eliminate your mercenary rivals." Man wait till I shed the light to MRBC on these guys the Dragoons will be hammering down on them like the invasion of fifty-five from the clans. In which case I brought my Timber Wolf and defected to The Midnight Sons in 3068. His response was again another punch to my midsection. He laughed then pulled a slug pistol out from his side holder and leveled it at my head. "Well if you don't know then you have served your purpose time to take out the trash." He moved a step to close and bringing my legs up I kicked the pistol as he fired straight into Dil's arm who screamed and went down onto the ground clutching his arms where a bright red hole about the size of a quarter was on his upper arm. Grabbing the back of the rope with my hands I used my claws to saw thought it as Latherion got back to his feet and looked for the pistol. which fortunately for me right next to the wall by my chair. BDE for being notorious on the battlefield wasn't too smart off of it. Slicing through the ropes with my claws I grabbed the gun and took a shot at Notorious which grazed his shoulder as he dived around the rooms second door. Bringing myself uneasily to my feet in combination with pain and a hangover I made for the other door and ran hoping to make a run for safety. Out into the street I saw instantly where I was as I'm very familiar with Outreach. I was not two blocks from the bar I had left. Man these guys were dumb. Behind me I saw a hover car round the corner with a gunner on the right side looking for me. I dived into an alley and climbed a ferrobrick wall and tried to make my way back to the MRBC office when another car a red one pulled up and it's window rolled down and a voice inside spoke. "You WerewolfX formerly of The Midnight Sons?" Medium sounding voice and male, no mistake about that. "Indeed I am what is it you want I'm kinda busy at the moment?" I may look like a werewolf but when you've had the shit beat out of you on top of a Hangover you run outta breath quick. "I'm here to recruit you get in and hurry my men have spotted the BDE hover car driving this way." Well it was trust them or die I went with option A for five hundred C-bills. Hopping in I saw who had saved my life he was a hard looking guy with a scar against his left eye. "Hi I'm Nyghtmarez. This is Bacon, You met Michael in the bar on your way in he's the one who trailed you when BDE grabbed you. Which is why I'm here . Oh yeah and our driver is Sauron." He paused for a moment then continued as I looked upon faces who had never seen anything like me some look interested like they want to see what kind of person I was like but then if they wanted that they could look up my file on the MRBC and read all about me. The other batch was clearly freaked out by my appearance so I pulled my hood over my head. Shaking hands with all of them some were shaking in their boots which got me laughing while telling them. "The first one of you to offer me a dog biscuit and not a drink gets punched in the groin with a studded pair of brass knuckles." After seeing the looks on their faces I lost it and started to laugh some more I was too happy to be away from BDE and on the road to safety. Nyghtmarez looked amused and then continued "I'm here to not only save your ass but to take you off planet we need to get to the gantry but we got some 'Mechs patrolling the city on an "exercise" They got the spaceport locked down tight and are swarming over your 'Mech trying to get it operational to take off planet." My mood went from good to bad as fast as an Ammo explosion. First, they try to kill me that I can understand but trying to take my 'Mech too now they just crossed the line for me. "Fine I'm yours and I expect that 500,000 C-bill paycheck 31 days from now." I shook his hand and prepared to go get my 'Mech back before they got past the encryption and took it for their own. I cocked my slug pistol with a reload they had for me and slid it into my hip holster. "Sir! we got incoming Battlemech. It's a Raven and it's trying to close on us fast!" Shit not good at all. "You know what to do get us to our 'Mechs on the East side of town. Wolf you up to piloting a 'Mech?" Nyghtmarez smiled "Yeah sure what class and type?" I was thoroughly interested now. "A Bushwacker loaded out with all the brawling weapons you ever need." I smiled an evil grin and thunder cracked in the distance. There was a storm coming and it was beyond anything that I would ever face or ever forget.
• • * The Hover car sped on at a nice pace of 100 KPH but the Raven trailing us was faster and gaining at least on the straight flat ground. Our driver who I quickly found out was reckless as hell as he brought us speeding around corners and sometimes two inches away from buildings and people. God I don't need this much excitement with the hangover added. After we turned left and started to head down another street trying to lose the Raven hoping that it would slip and fall on the pavement to give us a precious few seconds to get away. "So how long was I gone?" I needed to know how long I was missing I probably had been gone two or three days but I needed to make sure. "Your appointment with us was June third. Today is June fifth." I smiled and looked at Nyghtmarez "Well you still got a hold of me even though I'm a bit late and we haven't truly fleshed out the contract." He laughed then asked Bacon how long till we get to where the 'Mechs were stashed. "Eta 5 mins." Damn five mins was a long time when a 'Mech was chasing you. Didn't matter what 'Mech as long as it wanted you dead and you couldn't outrun it Urbanmechs being the exception those have to be ambush 'Mechs because they are so slow. Even the Clan version is slow as molasses. Bacon slammed us around another corner throwing my stomach up into my throat. "Boss we got a problem." "What is it?" "We got another 'Mech looks like a Shadow Cat moving on our position fast." you know that theory when you close your eyes and try to wish things away and that it will be all better? I tried that you know what my answer is to it? It's a load of crap. Static came over the portable radio sputtering and grabbing our attention in possible false hopes of a few more seconds of living before we were going to be blasted to hell. "bzzzzt.....bzzzzt..........The Midnight Sons bzzzzzzttt ........off Outreach.....bzzztz.....Eagle........jamming.....bzzzzt...help...." The voice was feminine but I have never heard it "Damn comm jammers all comms have been acting funny for the past few days. Can't get anything from Telephone calls to holovid shows." "Sir the Shadow Cat is moving to intercept the Raven!" Could it be a someone I had helped or had someone paid to have my life protected? I could only hope so. "Sir 2 mins from the 'Mechs." Good the sooner I was in something that put my butt surrounded by armor the happier I was. We saw laser fire and autocannons as the two 'Mechs began to dance in a circle of death. Jousting and firing when they could but careful not to expose too much back armor where the Achilles heels of all 'Mechs resides. A brilliant blue light flashed by the bigger Shadow Cat A PPC. Something much bigger was out there and I had a hunch that it had to do with the initials B D and E. "New mech looks like a Black Knight. Oh boy it's another BDE mech!" Shit. Well that confirmed my thoughts on the newcomer. "Ok we are here. Werewolf get in the 'Mech it's on hot standby for you we gotta get to our mechs and cold start them so can you hold for 5 mins?" Five minutes was a long time to hold on a Battlefield with no support besides someone who you didn't know that was helping save your ass. I nodded and swallowed the lump in my throat while thinking The enemy of my enemy..... The Shadow Cat was holding its own against the lighter Raven the heavier squat machine with it's off-pace strut fighting to maintain position with the lighter 'Mech's graceful gait. The pilot inside the Shadow Cat had their orders to protect the genetic anomaly known as WerewolfX from being killed by anyone. The pilot looked at the smaller machine in the 'Mech's targeting computer the Damage overlay on the 'Mech keeping pace with the smaller 'Mech's speed. On this pilot's mind though was the Black Knight where was it supporting the Raven from? Finally gaining position on the Raven the pilot pulled the main trigger. The 3 medium lasers gouging out the torso in a emerald lance of pain. The ER large laser add onto the punishment into the legs supported by 6 direct hits from the Streak 6-pack launcher the 'Mech's graceful gait shuddered as the armor rained down upon the sidewalk in storm of shrapnel and molten armor the Raven's pilot struggling to regain control. The heat gauge on the Shadow Cat spiked and the cockpit became hell in less than a second as the reactor struggled with the huge demands of energy that the 'Mech required for the emerald lances and arming switches for the weapons. The overlay on the Raven shone yellow across all torso's and red on the legs. Targeting solutions appeared across the critical points and probably chances of scoring a critical appeared under the HUD display. Lining up the shot the pilot smiled and pulled the trigger firing the 3 medium lasers and the large. Pushing the reactor again and watching the damage done on the target. "Weapons online, reactor online, planet Outreach, out side temperature sixty degrees Fahrenheit, 'Mech startup procedure completed, 'Mech combat ready." Damn. Whoever that pilot was they were good. I watched as she finished off the Raven with a shot to the leg snapping off the knee and sending the 'Mech into a building face first was enough. But, what the pilot did next was just plain mean. Stepping into the building where the pilot was climbing out of the hatch I saw a bright light of crimson plasma light up the interior and saw a tiny fireball run out into the street before collapsing in the center of it. Ouch. Well one less BDE to contend with. I chuckled at the thought of it and brought my 'Mech to bear on the last reported position of the Black Knight that was scoring PPC hits on the Shadow Cat Keying in a quick target ID on the Scat I took a look at the armor profile and saw the extent of the damage. 50% percent armor loss on side torso's 70% on center torso, Arms carried 10% of armor and 25% on the legs. " Nyghtmarez I need a situation update. Where is that Black Knight?" "East six hundred meters form the Scat. Careful looks like he's got an autocannon the class of the AC is unknown." Well shit. AC's and PPC's hurt like a Bitch against my little 'Mech.