Thread: Mythological Mechwarrior

The Blakist pilots did not reply instead the two Blackhearts backed off. The damage from the ruptured Infernos were minimal thanks in part of the CASE system installed, how ever with predetinated warheads burning in the Blackhearts chest causing the mechs to redlining temperature wise and were on the verge of shutting down. Do to the over heating their movements were sluggish and were in no shape to fight.
The three Jinggau's how ever turned their attention to the Shadow Hawk. Completely unharmed and were itching for a fight. But they to backed off, all accept one. The nearest Jinggau stood its ground and was at a very close distance, less then 50 Meters away.
The other four blakist retreaved the fallen Atlas and fell back to an unknown position.
It was becoming clear to the pilot of the Shadow Hawk that the enemies faced here were not the bulk of the Blake forces on this planet nor were they regulars, but rather a small contingent of inexperienced expeditionary groups searching for some item.
The mech warriors he was facing on the other hand were skilled and not stupid. If it wasn’t for Debra's intelligence with her communicating with the forces here he would have not know of the heavy mechs advancing on his position and what had happened to the hologram could have very well been him. But that was the past and this was now.

"So were you able to reach that mech warrior and warn him about the Lance of heavy mechs?" Asked Robert.
Debra nodded her head. "He was able to set up a trap and take out an Atlas and cripple two Blackhearts, pretty impressive."
"I'll say, that guy has some mega nuggets down there taking on a heavy lance like that and drive them away."
Robert and the rest of the Lance had just emerged from Jump and was preparing for their infiltration.

Markavius let go of his senses for a fraction of a second, searching scanning. He knew he could end this fight easily, but he had been ordered to keep "Civilian" casualties to a minimum. If it had just been him and the mechs, he would havekilled them all at once. But only one law ruled the battlefield, Murphy's. The resulting explosions of ammo and the like might easily trigger a change of events that led to the destruction of the civilians.

He commed Debra and gave her coordinates telling her that a gate was there that hadn't been found yet due to astronomical events in the area. How he knew, he didn't say, only that it would cut there trip time to a third of what it should have been.

The Hawk's hand reached over its shoulder and pulled a HUGE vibrosword. This was the first time anyone had seen such a weapon designed specifically for a mech. He decided to wait till his opponents made the first move. One of the other Blake mechs realized that the Hawk had him pinpointed and was only waiting to fire.

Down on the ground, the Blake SF individual was trying to tell command that the Predator had appeared. Some of them believed him (those who believedthat the Predator was the next Messiah) while others didn't (including those that believed that said individual was the AntiChrist). They decided to tell the man to stay low and report. His current duty was recon.

The Blake's watched as the damage to the Hawk somehow started repairing itself.

Note: Debra would havebeen told that he Hawk's streaks were loaded with thunder ammo.

The Blake Jinggau took one step forward. The heavy foot fall could be felt for several blocks. Dust from colapsed building fell to the ground like snow in winter.
Another heavy foot fall, caughsing loose brick and morder and steel beams crashing to the ground.
The Jinggau took several more and was even more uncomfortibly close then it already was.

Markavius' contact suddenly got ahold of him and told him about the Blake's tactics. Markavius sighed as he let loose with the "medium lazer" in his left arm. The Blake found out tooo late that it was somekind of EMP weapon which knocked out ALL of his systems, including the connections of the deadman switch. Markavius proceeded to fire faster than anyone had thought even remotely possible, crippling the other mechs.

The black racoon, somehow managing to survive against all odds, jumped onto the nearest Blake mech. The pilot noted that his nuclear power core was being drained, as if the coon was somehow feeding on the energy contained therein.

The Blake officer who had been sent to find the texts,suddenly found himself face to face with a member of one of the most dreaded groups around, a Hashashin from the Umayyad Caliphates.

The Union class drop ship, the Beast of Burden was in free fall decent towards the planet below, fallowed by three other drop ships, one being an Overlord.
In matter of minutes upon entering the atmosphere, the massive vessels activated their drives, slowing their decent. As soon as they were 2000 meters from the surface they diploid their landing struts.
As soon as the Beast of Burden touches down that one of the massive doors opened and the 103ed was diploid.
Robert took point in his Uziel and was flanked by John. Mark and Gwen quickly came down the ramp as well with Debra and her communications vehicle between the two.
They landed five miles out from the city in a densely forested area.
"There is a ridge approximately 500 meters away to the North West," Said Debra "From there I will be able to have a good vantage point for a clear signal and I will be able to communicate with you as well as with other unit leaders. Gwen, you will be my escort and guard my vehicle. Mark, you and your Raven scout a head, you are our eyes and ears for the squad as you already know. Robert, John, fallow behind Mark and move into the city, the University is a little over fifteen miles from our position so it will not take long to reach. Be carful out there guys."
"This is Robert, roger that, we are moving out."
"This is John copy that as well, hey Mark, don’t get to far a head little buddy."
"Roger and copy" Replied Mark.
The three Battle mechs made there advance on the city.
"This is Mark I seam to have found a naturally formed gully. Probably a dried up river bead that acts as a run off for water from the rains and snow from the near by mountains. It would appear that this runs past the University. It will take up a bit out of our way but it should be a lot safer, suggest we take this rout instead of going through the city."
"It sounds like a good idea to me Debra" chimed in Robert "at least this way we run much less of a risk from ambushes."
"This is Debra and I hear you load and clear. Robert John, I suggest that you go passive sensors, this will make you two harder to detect if there is any hostiles around. Mark, you will continue to be active, your Raven's ECM and IFF should hide you from any radar."
The three Mech Warriors continued down the gully and were rapidly approaching the University.

Debra was still able to see the entire battle thanks to Markavius. It was as if she were looking through HIS eyes. The detail was superb. The smallest dust mote was able to be seen.

Markavius still stood there. "I hereby repeat my challenge. I challenge the strongest of you to a Duel of Honor. The loser leaves with all allies. If you do not respond, I will ave no choice but to think of all of you as I would mere bandits. If that occurs, I assure you that you will die within seconds of each other."

One of the Blake techs had been monitoring the situation from afar (in a gully hopefully safely away from the mechwarriors view). His dimensional tech finally got a lock on the warrior's genetic signature. He started issuing warnings to his allies over the comms. "He's not entirely human! His body is changing and adapting even as we speak! His mind is linked with his mech and both his senses and reflexes are off the charts! According to my readouts, his mech is linked completely with him! He can control it as he does his own body! I also predict that somehow he'd be able to survive a nuclear blast! Not sure how though. He's got venom, claws, fangs, and bioelectrical weaponry! GET THE H*** OUT OF THERE! I didn't believe in the Predator before, but I do now!"

Note: Anyone listening to the Blake's comms can here this whole conversation. Markavius can't. He's too focused on his opponents. A failing of his Affiliation.

Suddenly there were several large explosions that echoed through out the city. The pilot of the Night Hawk shook violantly his seat even though the seat belt straps held him tightly in place.
Diagnostics indicate that the leg acuators and servoes have been completely destroid. But how, and by what?
He got his answer as he looked down to see small several humanoid figures incased in some kind of exo-skelletal armor jumping off his mech like fleas jumping off a dieing dog. He atempted to fire but his weapons systems have been disabled.
Weapons were off line, legs not responding, and even the jump jets. The pilot let out a houl of anger and frustration.


Mark, with his Raven's advanced electronics was able to tap into a near by Word communications.
"Are you picking this up?" Asked Mark.
Debra in her Command vehical nodded her head. "Approch with exstream causion. If we can, try to take down the enemy command center, this will instill confusion."
Rober quickly spoke up "Mark, give us a picture if you can of what the forces are like, if they are light, we can take them down, if heavy then I will use my Uziel's PPCs and Light Guass to take out their communications at range."