Name: Marcus Taylor
Age: 27
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 163 lbs
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Reddish-Brown
History: Marcus Taylor has a pretty standard background. His mother was a homemaker and his father was a foreman in a nearby mech factory. At a young age Marcus was always exposed to battlemechs and has been fascinated by them. Despite his high marks in school and an invitation to attend Tharkad University, he recei
I careened to the floor in a daze. The guards were being exceptionally rough on us since we were moved from the old camp. Partially as a retribution for being attacked and probably in part due to them simply being their old selves.
Worthless sacks of flesh, all of you!
Somewhere within the Inner Sphere, a Word of Blake Detention Camp exists. It's purpose is demented and it's existance a dark secret. Few ever see the outside of such a camp and even less see the inside of one. The building is dark and damp, smells of death and echoes with the screams of those trapped within.
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I slumped over onto the floor of my cell, if you could call it that. My cell was a 5'x5' cage along a wall in a row that held 10 other such cages. The room had a total of 3 rows and felt more like a zoo than a prisoner barracks.
I looked over to one of my fellow Legionniares, Bridget O'Malley, a BattleMech Technician that was captured the same day I was back on the Asteroid during Operation Bloodhound. She was
Time seemed to pass at a crawl after Bridget's death and even slower when I saw Sergei in a Word of Blake uniform. He was not one of the ones that betrayed us, but I considered him a traitor now. He had left our ranks and became one of them. There were just 4 Legionnaires left, and our ranks were getting smaller and smaller by the day. Since we've came to this camp, I've seen 30 prisoners led out of their cells, only to n
