BY: Gladiator
It
was near dawn, and a cold empty feeling had kept Victor Toland from sleeping a
wink. He couldn't believe a few
days ago he was offworld for a little R&R, and now less than a day’s
travel away from what would be called a key battle in the Fifth Succession War.
He glanced from mech to mech observing how they all reached toward the
stars, like the once abundant
skyscrapers of Terra, stretching miles into the air.
Victor stared long and hard into the grim face of the Atlas in the
moonlight. The mech had been fully
repaired, and its magazines topped off. Now
it stood silently, as did the
others, their feet bathed in deep shadows waiting, like obedient war-horses for
their guidance to lead them into battle once again.
The
restless
night
was over soon enough as the hour had come for the company to move out.
After a quick downing of standard rations,
the party consisting of Wallart's Lance,
and Mackall's remaining mechs advanced toward the Armor Facility. Victor was in
charge of the
light recon
squad. His Phoenix
Hawk along with Storm in
the Locust, and a Wasp from Mackall’s
group were all much faster moving than the slower big mechs behind
them, especially the giant Atlas. They
were just
to scout out the horizon as they lacked any major armament, and if any enemy
forces were encountered they would promptly fall back to the main battle group -
where the major firepower was.
After
several hours of patrol, the recon group met up with a Kurita Light Lance,
probably doing recon itself. They
gathered what information they could from t
he
enemy
lance; it consisted of 2 Stingers, a Spider
and
an Ostscout. Staying out of the
short-range beam weapons Toland had his group fall back,
and
radioed
back to Wallart and the main force. "It's a light lance sir, we're in route back to you
now, should be
there
in a few minutes. I think these
are
some of the same guys we took on back at the crags.
We're ahead of them for now, but they're right on us.
The terrain
back your way is rough, it's going to slow us down."
"Just don't take a shot to your back armor Toland!
Get in as close as you can, we'll give you some cover fire," the
transmission ended.
Wallart's
warriors were in position, concealed around a scene of foliage as the first of
the enemy mechs came into view. A
blossom of missiles hailed through the air to find their target.
The Spider was engulfed into a fiery inferno.
With an Angled
AC-20 shot, Wallart also disintegrated the lightly armed legs off one of the
Stingers. He could only imagine
what the enemy pilots must be thinking..."That blast came from the
Atlas"..."That things Operational!"
"Our Armor can't repel firepower of that magnitude, all mech's
prepare to retreat..." They didn't get far though, Farrow's Archer made
sure...
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