I walked into the briefing room, my eyes scanning the chamber intensely as I strode toward the frontmost row of seats and eased into a chair directly beside General Maxwell. Noticing my approach, the General nodded respectfully before turning back to face the podium. This would be my first Operation with the Major's father; I was interested in seeing if his mettle on the battlefield lived up to the rumors.Catching up with Captain Garland and MechWarrior Thorn as they made their way down the corridor, I exchanged glances with the pair briefly.
"Captain; MechWarrior."
Garland nodded at me curtly.
"Thastus."“So… Aisa, you’ll be joining us on this mission?”
I nearly choked on a mouthful of processed protien supplement and rehydrated vegatable extract as Saburo put forth the question. Kei-teh Kintaru's brother had never been one for small talk; the words came as a shock, both due to their unexpected appearence and the inane subjec
"...we are all alive though, aren't we so perhaps we should give him the benefit of the doubt?"
I grunted an affirmation, not wishing to engage in a heated dispute about loyalties. The freeborn surrounding me seemed to take great pleasure in constantly reminding me of my Clan origins, often using the topc as a means
As the briefing adjourned, I made my way toward the Kintaru brothers. Major Maxwell had seen fit to assign me to the commando team comprised of Kei-teh and Saburo - a decision with which I had no quarrel - Saburo was an exceptional warrior, and, though I had had little interaction with Kei-teh, I knew him to be an honorable man to whom I could entrust my life. Nevertheless, I considered it safe practice to evalutate the status of even the mo
Meanwhile...
It was quiet. Too quiet.
Since our pod was the last to dock, due to the mechanical...inconveniences...we had encountered en route, I had taken it upon myself to monitor the radio traffic of the other insertion teams ahead of us, in order to get a better feel for what we were going to encounter once we set foot aboard the Platform. By the near-hysterical screams of the Delta Team members and th
Hmph. An
Atlas is little more than a gigantic walking target.
Great stories!
"We need to work together. We need to put aside our differences."
Tears began to well in my eyes. It was an unusual and unnatural reaction for me, let alone any self-respecting member of a crusader Clan. I wiped them away angrily, and took a deep, shuddering breath. Weeks of torture, sensory deprivation, and starvation had at l
"Aisa, what do you have that could help us out of here? All I have is a small pocket knife, and a large string."
Slowly, quietly, I rolled up the leg of my bright orange prison jumpsuit, and withdrew the single item I had managed to abscond with. It was a small Phillips-head screwdriver, one lifted from a technician's toolk
