Thread: Mythological Mechwarrior

Remember to try and keep to the History and background info of mechs and factions as best as possible. Other wise have fun.

Cross fixing on his Mechsuit in front of a old abandoned house in the Terra Earth Area, Repairing what ever broken item inside the mechsuit, Cross takes half the suit apart, "Old piece of Junk" Cross curses under his breath. He takes some of the parts inside the house. walking through the door, he goes to the living room where most of his wrenches and tools are.

Throwing the junk on the table, Cross jumps on the couch sitting agains't the wall, He sighs heavily and holds on a little chip in his hands. Mumbling in a low voice, he puts the chip in his pocket. getting up from the couch, he walks back outside to the mechsuit.

Carrollyn was going over her notes. It wasn't often she was the guest speaker at the University, But she was the top specialist in poison plants for medicinal purposes in bio-dome usage. That was the topic of her speech. She gave a great sigh and looked at the clock, another hour and this will be all over and she can get back to planing the new Dome she was contracted to. "well Jinx. This is the last lecture I have to give hear. Tomorrow we leave for the Davion Dome to look over the planting areas." she told her Khatt. He stretched on the bed where he was laying, {Ship?} the large feline inquired. "Of Course by ship. How else could we go?" she asked him in return. He sat there and gave her a feline smile in typical cat fashion.

Markavius suddenly felt a tingle in his mind. He cursed loudly, causing all there to freeze in place. The last time this warrior had gotten upset, the idiot who had challenged him had died, in under 5 seconds!

Moments later, alarms rang out. The University (in Davion Space) was under attack. Somehow, someone had slipped past the sensors (and military). Light blossomed in the sky above the docked Dropship in which Markavius had come in. A child, who had been admiring the craft, froze in place. She started bawling as the light approached. Markavius ran. Nanoseconds later, he had picked up the child and leapt with her to safety. Behind him the ship exploded as the Naval Autocannon's shells smashed into it.

Markavius cursed again. He ran over to the nearest Rifleman and climbed inside, not bothering to discuss it with the pilot who had started running to his mech. The mech looked up and fired, once. Seconds later, an explosion could be seen in space. Several missiles went racing towards the lone mech. Markavius leaped from the mech and landed on his feet, picking up the pilot and getting him out of there. All around, chaos reigned as lasers, missiles and autocannon shells rained down on the University.

The command base of the local Guards had been demolished. Markavius started issuing orders as if it was what he had been born and bred for. The soldiers started following him since the orders from their own officers were contradicting each other more often than not. In short order, the Civilians had been taken to bomb shelters and placed under the guard of the few mechs left. The civies heard one soldier tell another "he destroyed a drop ship with one hit. His laser went into a missile port. Talk about lucky."

Several ships landed and their insignias could finally be seen. They were from the Word of Blake, a zealot splinter group of Comstar. They were yelling about finding the Holy texts hidden at the base. Markavius drew his blade. It hummed audibly. No vibrosword had been used in Known Space since the fall of the Star League. Those few left were either in the hands of private collectors or in museums. Markavius proceeded to show these people just how displeased he was about losing his mech. A feral growl escaped his lips as he charged into battle.

Jinx suddenly jumped from the bed in full Halloween cat style fur standing on end. {Bad! NO, NO, Hurt my pet!} He sent a sharp hiss that caught Carollyn's attention. "what is it, Jinx?" she asked just as the first of the explosions shook the university. "What the he**!?" She buckled on her sword(she always has her gun and knife on her) grabbed Jinx and left her room. The halls were in total chaos, everytime she asked one of the solders where she needed to be she was sent in a different direction. The attack was increasing in violence. Finally Jinx had enough and jumped out of Carollyn's arms, {Follow}. "Fine, you can't be any worse than the directions we have been getting so far."

She changed her mind when after turning the corner she found herself in the hangers where a full scale battle was going on. "Oh great! Why are we here?" {Ship, escape} replied the Khatt. "I don't think so, not in that fighting." she told him. Then she noticed that he was watching something rather intently. {Impressive} was all he thought to her. She looked over to see one individual taking on the whole(yes, the whole) invading force.

It was a bright and sunny morning on Sety IV. There was still a little dense fog that continued to hang in the air but as soon as the sun peaked over the near by mountains quickly began to burn it off. Birds were singing and the air was fresh and crisp as light breezes from the mountains rolled down into the valise and low line areas. Robert always enjoyed the mornings on Sety IV and felt as if the planets majestically wonder could drive any and all of his problems away...
"My god Robert, do you have to hit every damn pot hole in the road?!"
... Except today.
"We are on a freaking dirt road" Robert shot back "And we are driving our largest flat bed Debra, what the hell do you expect?"
"Well I didn't expect to have my vertebra dislodging from my spine this morning." Debra retorted giving Robert a steely eyed glare.
Debra Mizuki was the Lances communication officer and a rather stunning women to say the least and saying she was beautiful would be an understatement. She had short jet black hair that didn't quite seam to touch her shoulders with a body that would make any man drown in his own drool. Her face was soft and her skin fair. She looked like some one who belonged in one of those women hallo vids you see advertising for some companies’ product and not the rough and tumble life of a soldier. Her brown eyes were warm and friendly and down right mesmerizing. She was an angel to be sure of... An angel who wields a hammer the size of an Atlas assault mech and was not afraid to use it.

Lazers landed all around the lone soldier. His vibrosword flashed in the light. Where he went, he left only death. One of the Blakists suddenly dropped his weapon and yelled "the Predator has come!" His fellows shook there head sadly. The Predator was a myth, a legend. Seers years earlier had predicted that an ultimate predator would come to either return Known Space to the Star League or destroy it utterly. Very few had believed them.

Debra got a call on her comm. "Emergency.....................Comm...cat.....down ............. Uni...ver....under attack...AO agent....only one...halt........................................ ...BLAKE!!!!!!!!!!!" There had been no picture and explosions and crackling had filled the comm. The comm had peetered off at the end.