BY: Gladiator
Aerospace
fighters swooped down dropping clusters and clusters of bombs and fragmentation
warheads.... smoke pored out... hundreds off flashes erupted...and resulted in a
chaotic and wild frenzy of mech movement on the battlefield...The orgy of
chatter over the commline was overwhelming, and Edwards could not coordinate his
troops.
Panic
surmounted as the smoke screen worsened....he was tempted to begin firing
blindly into the clouds of vapor and dust.
Computers were not responding, and some type of jamming interference had
his targeting system down.
The
smoke began clearing, and suddenly rage turned to utter horror as Edwards was
face to face with a massive Overlord class dropship as landed in front of him.
Mechs began pouring out of the colossal bay doors... an abundant array of
medium and heavy attack mechs, fast and mobile. The damned Dracs were determined
to destroy them that was certain.
The
ugliness of the catastrophe he was about to witness could only be worsened when
the batteries aboard the drop ship began to open up. The rapid-fire gun ports began a bloodbath that was becoming
the all to often aftermath of Inner Sphere combat.
His sides assortment of mechs couldn’t possibly muster enough firepower
to damage the giant assault craft....and added to the blossoming fury, the
dropships assault class mechs began picking targets and mowing down their foes
as well.
Edwards
knew his forces didn’t have a chance.
He
would go out fighting though with an honorable warrior’s death.
He
had his computer target a ‘Banshee’ a 95-ton mech as big as his own and
began to move toward it. He could
now see a ring of Warhammers moving equidistantly away from the dropship like an
atomic blast’s shockwave. Their
siege so devastatingly swift...the mech pilots were undoubtably elite and bore
the mark of veteran soldiers.
He
knew it was a futile attempt to thwart off this attack, but he forced his
actuators to full and powered up the engines to maximum.
“No
guts, no Glory!” he said aloud and prepared to fire on the enemy....as he
neared the massive drop ship, his fear turned to utter dismay as he looked upon
the emblem displayed along the backside of the dropship.
A red circle outlining a black fanged wolf.
These
were not Kurita units after all.
Wolf’s
Dragoons had arrived, and the Black Widow was with them.
Now
the tactic employed before him became clear...
the fighters had dropped massive amounts of smoke charges to mask the
Descent of the dropship. The
emergence of the craft on ground zero of the disorganized melee was a very gusty
strategy indeed...and no doubt the combined skills of a well versed pilot and
seasoned battle commander.
As
the haze began to dissipate around Edwards' Battlemaster, he could see
uncountable numbers of dropships falling in the distance.
Edwards'
face displayed a queer smile. The
first time he’d smiled in a great long while.
Today would see the Combines’ demise...they would be prey to a hopeless
slaughter, like a herd of sheep, to a pack of ravenous wolves!!
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