BY: Gladiator
"Damn
it...it's been too long!" Commander Edwards said to himself.
He felt drunk; he hadn't slept for days.
Edwards was in the Command Center on the grounds of the Armor Facility.
He had been staring out a window for nearly 30 minutes now, watching the
weather, and going over and over inside his head the latest attacks from the
Kurita forces.
Edwards,
a wise man, had been an adversary of the Draconis Combine before, and he knew
something drastic was about to happen. He
had seen this form of stalling before. The only contacts with the Kurita in the last solar day were
from recon mechs. He knew that back
behind the enemy lines, columns of battlemechs were being assembled for an all
out assault on the Armor housing. They'd
start off by sending fast, highly maneuverable mechs in and across the front
lines, to get behind, distracting his forces, and then larger groups would move
in unnoticed and flank his forces. Next
would come everyt
hing
else, wave after wave, hordes of them, firing and advancing until they
completely overran the defenses. Edwards knew his warriors were dug in deep.
The Dragon would suffer many casualties, but there would be no stopping
them; they would win. His eyes closed, and his mind briefly lapsed into sleep.
He startled awake to the sound of his door opening. It was the base meteorologist. "Sir, there's a storm coming." "I know... continue..." "We've been tracking a massive front system out to the west. It's heading this way, will hit sometime in the next eight hours." Visibility will be almost nothing, and it's going to make piloting extremely difficult." "Thank you, keep me posted." The weatherman left, and Edwards turned to the window. He knew what they were planning, and he now knew when they were planning it, all he could do now was wait. Within 8 hours the storm would hit, with the Kurita onslaught right behind it. Edwards passed the word throughout his troops of the pending battle. He setup some new fortifications to help in the defense of the plant. He knew it would be futile in the end, but the Dragon wouldn't get the Armor facility without a fight! Hours passed, and men started noticing the uniform dismal grey of the sky. The storm was soon upon them. Wind could be heard howling through barreled weapons, but it stopped as cannon fire erupted in its place...
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