My ammo was totally spent. Nothing but lasers to fall back on and my Shadow Cat was in no condition to even properly support an attack on the Cauldron Born. I had made my choice as best as I saw it fit. With no communications capabilities, I knew that I would be alone while Desparado delt with the other threats I had slipped away from. Alone, save for the Cauldron Born and the adrenaline that kept me going this far. I was only a mat

Desparado was slumpped over his desk surrounded scribbled notes, tech datapads and Battlemech magzine subscriptions. There was obviously some indescision as to what the next steed to carry him into battle would be. Judging by the datapad still in his hand, he had slowly grown weary with the frustrating task and fallen asleep. I took a moment to scan the pads and rumpled papers all over the place and made the discovery of a partial ro

As per Captain Garland's orders, our mechs were to be Gold and Red in our color scheme. A hansome choice for my Phoenix Hawk. Much of my time was spent personally doing the embellishments and adding little touch ups to the color. As a new mech to me, I had yet to personalize the settings and other little things to be adjusted as well. I took special care of this gifted battlemech, going over every detail and customizing everythin

We did not leave that boulder inhabited plain for several more hours. Desparado's Marauder sagged, looking at the ground in a melancholy fashion. From the very momet I was free of danger, I had sobbed uncontrollably. My wet hands stuck to my smooth dark hair, blocking my face from the harshness of reality. My chest felt as if someone were squeezing me tightly, limiting my breath to short rapid gasps. It was nearly a half hour af

My spine was like a flagpole as I sprung up from my sleep. It had been over a week since the battle with the Black Seraphs. I had slept only a dozen hours combined since then. We set right back down on planet near a spaceport and contracted a salvage crew to clean up after our mess. We were on Kaus Media, a Combine controlled world that shared a close trade relationship with its neighbor, Kaus Australius. Minerals were a scarcity on

Over the course of the next week I hadn't slept at all. Not an hour. It felt as if my nerves were fraying. I hid away in my quarters and other parts of the Svetlana, busying myself with whatever I could find to do. Minor repairs, scrubbing some minute detail or any other activity to absorb myself in to stay sane but I wasn't sure how it was working. Jason and Fajhad both tossed me concerned glances whenever they saw me

Jason and Fajhad exchanged skeptical looks. They were very careful not to upset me when they spoke, thinking that I was possibly unstable. Jason tried to reason with me.

Ian, sometimes the mind can play tricks on you. We know that you miss him very much but Desparado is gone.

Jason and Fajhad exchanged that glance that I was becomming quite irritated with.

God damn it! I am not crazy! Desparado gave me his vest! This is his!

Jason reached out calmly and took the cooling vest I had woken up wearing and laid it out across the console on the Svetlana's bridge. Jas

Me all alone. The blackness faded from the polorized ferroglass that sheilded me from the harsh light of a laser streaking past me. My Shadowcat danced around red boulders that cast morose shadows. The rocks stood like tombstones, which was oddly appropriate. I tilted my torso far right and outstretched my arm cannon, taking a pot shot at the Ryoken pursuing me. His Large lasers were always just a tad too slow to catch me but my coc

Age: 25
Homeworld: Outreach

Ian's origins are as unique as they are unlikely. Her father was part of the second wave of Wolf's Dragoons that migrated to the Inner Sphere prior to the clan invasion. Her mother was a Davion civilian. Such a union would never have been tolerated in the clans, fortunately for the two of them, Outreach was nowhere near clan space. Ian lived closly by the clan teachings of her father but never to intrude on the way of another, her mother worked