[#]mechwarrior #retrogaming #story
The falcons were decimated. All I had to do to become the next Khan was to complete the next combat trial. What mech would I be given?
I entered the mechbay to be greeted by a stock 75 ton Timberwolf. One of the best heavy mechs on the field, boasting great armour, a multitude of weapons optimized for various combat ranges, and good speed to boot.
I strapped in and powered up.
Upon firing up the miniature sun behind me, I was greeted by two assault mechs on the field already on the field. The nearest was a Warhawk, an 85 ton assault-class monster. The terrain in the trial was undulating, open stretches with small ridges were abound.
Even thought it would be deemed cowardly, I decided to hold back, and engaged it with my Long Range Missiles, arcing them over the ridge between us.
I fired multiple slavos at the Warhawk, but it was not taking damage for some reason?
In seconds, it crested the ridge I was hiding behind.
Flustered, I was barely able to switch to the group of shorter ranged lasers and just blasted at the torso of the Warhawk at point blank range.
Warnings rang in my ear as its superior weaponry punched through the armour to the right of my cockpit. The missiles in there cooked off, destroying its launcher as well as exposing the vulnerable core of my engine and gyro. Thankfully, most of the explosive force was vented outwards by the CASE systems.
I snapped awake and pulled away, forcing myself to calm down and think like a warrior. I adjusted my aim, and took off both the warhawk's arms before a lucky shot pierced its reactor. One down.
The other mech was somehow already damaged - it'd taken the missile shots meant for the warhawk, and with some precision shots, took of its legs.
The first star was done. I could leave now and be second-in-command of the entire clan. Or I could proceed and tackle the next group of mechs.
The decision was easy. I shot the one of the spheres floating above the arena. I was ready to lead the warden wolf. Or die.
At this time, I was at the top of a small hill, looking down over a small cluster of tents. My onboard AI indicated that it detected engine power up signatures. On my radar, 3 new dots appeared.
Shit. I didn't think this through. How was I supposed to fight three mechs with a third of my mech missing, with only bits of armour protecting what's left.
I held back once more, letting my lone LRM launcher spit out the last of its missiles to whittle the 100 ton Assault class Dire Wolf down. It walked through my missiles like they were sakura petals, returning my distant caress with deadly balls of charged particles.
There was no way would survive a fight with this monster head on. I turned and rammed the throttle to the max, placing a low hill between us. Even though my engine was damaged and my gyro was only barely keeping my mech upright, my timberwolf was still more maneuverable. I rounded the hill, the direwolf with its side towards me.
I let loose with what I had, taking off its arm as it struggled to turn to face me head on. Its other arm soon met the dirt of the arena, and a lucky machine gun round found its way to its exposed engine, taking it out.
How I survived was a miracle. The right side of my Timberwolf was a mangled piece of steel and myomer bundles, and the rest of it was just barely holding together. Two red dots were left on my radar. Two marauders. I charged.
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