Post by Jess on Jul 21, 2005 23:00:43 GMT -5
*The desert was calm, a group of desert-camo Light Support Mech's moved along in a wedge formation. There were about four of them, each mech build like a weird little creature from some video game. It had a fat torso, two stubby legs, and stubby arms with a circular head. Two beady red eye's were mounted on the head. Clasped in each Mech's hands were a small armor peircing AR-55 Machinegun.*
*Of course, there was always a reason for Mech's to be travelling through the desert, and between them two large cargo trucks with crates on top drove along, kicking up dust and making tacks behind them.*
"All clear Rat-2..."
*One of the mech's said, his pilot giving the thumbs up to his buddy near him. The mech quickly returning the sign*
"Hey...whats up on the comm frequencies Mack?"
*The one in front asked, its head turning to look at the one bringing up the rear. This mech was different, It had a small attenae array mounted on its back.*
"No, nothing but static Rat-1, all comm frequencies clear..for the moment."
*The mech replied, its array blink red for a moment and sending out sub-sonic waves. Monitering the Comm frequencies, if any, in the desert.*
*The one in the front laughed a bit, his chuckle audiable over everyone's communications headset.*
"What do you mean? This path is deserted...noone knows about it. Plus we're getting paid alot to take this job on."
*He said, his mech's head turning forward to survey the area. One of the other Mech's also chimed in on the conversation.*
"Yeah really...who the heck would care about a bunch of Sand Rats escorting a low-class package anyway?"
"Yeah...really...this is Rat-1 im taking a nap, putting my mech on autopilot, sound the alarm should anything go wrong out there you guys."
"Roger that." *All three of the other pilots said in unison*
"I still get the feeling..."
*the communication's officer said over the general communications frequency for the team. The four Sand Rats continued, un-hindered, for another hour, coming to a halt at a mountain side.*
"We're at the rendesvois..."
*The third pilot said, his voice awkward and husky over the comm headset's. His mech quickly went on one knee and scanned the area, the business end of his rifle moving in unison with his head. The comm officer chimed in.*
"I'm getting something on Frequency 311AB, its infrared and faint....but theres something out there..."
*All the mechs got into action immediately. The leader set up his sheild generator quickly, covering three sides but leaving his flank open, which was the mountain. The comm officer followed in suit, as did the others. A small fortress had been set up, all four mechs covering the two cargo trucks.*
*Thirty minutes passed, all four sand rats in alert mode, safety's off and barrels hot. The leader yawned, the sound echoeing accross every available frequency.*
"There's nothing out there you fool....calm down."
*He said taking his hands off of the controls and leaning back in his pilot's chair. Of course, unknow to them another mech had been following them.*
"Relax...in another hour the dropship will come and pick up what ever it is thats we're transporting and we'll be paid and sent back to base..."
"Yeah but its kryptech thats doing this! They're known for killing their merc's just as the job ends...."
"Relax Mack...Im going off comms for a snooze."
*The pilot reached up and flicked his comm off.*
*Far off in the distance, the light bending around a strange object in the sand, an Arbelest. Another similar shape lay a little off of this ones position. Two all together. The famous Terror Underground merc's.*
"They're guard is down do we strike now?"
*A woman's voice chimed in over the low-frequency infrared communication's array they had set up between their mechs.*
"No...we need the others to drop their guard too...Im moving up."
*Swiftly the other object moved up a bit, quickly jumping behind a dune that was closer, within range to use his weapon.*
"I'm gonna go for the cargo trucks...the resulting explosion should..."
*The woman's voice paused and she grunted.
"..should cause some minor damage to the target's."
"Are you going psychotic Blood Raven?"
"No...no im fine..."
"How long have you been out of the gell?"
"Um...about six day's why?"
"We'd better hurry...I don't wanna drag a hyper-aged mummy back to HQ..."
"Roger that...lets get this over with...charging beam rifle."
*In the cockpit of his mech the pilot nodded, heating the barrel of his rifle up, getting ready to unload on the sleeping Rat.*
*Blood raven took aim, the three different crosshairs moving about her HUD, her neon-green eye's tracking each one's movements. The three locked on, blinking red, resembling cracks in the glass of her helmet. The length of the barrel glowing a faint blue, distorting the air around her. Her mechs active camoflague quickly wore off, revealing the small humanoid-looking black peice of hardware. It resembled a woman, its curves were anatomically correct in many way's. A large backpack and a pair of wing-like objects were attached to its back, booters ran up the legs.*
*The barrel heated up, the charge reaching 100% quickly. She pulled the trigger, unleashing the furry held within the weapon. A bright baby blue beam of light trailing out from the small black barrel. It struck the first cargo truck with devastating consequences.*
*The second mech sprung into action, firing a lob of explosive Thermite material at the first mech, the one with the sleeping pilot. He didnt even have time to flick the comm switch before the cockpit was breached with the loud obnoxious explosions from the cargo truck and the explosive grenade.*
*The other rat's were hurtled over their sheilds by the force of the blast, and were heavily damaged. However, another quick burst from the beam cannon mounted on Blood Raven's mech quickly squelched the Communication's officers cries for help.*
*The other two began firing Potshots at her in the prone position, one's left leg was damaged beyond feild repairs, and the other one could stop shooting to get up, his gryostabilizer unit was damaged slightly, throwing off his balance greatly.*
*This gave the mech with the grenade launcher time to get to another position, for Blood Raven was out of energy. Two-shots was all her mech could handle, but she kept it out to threaten the two survivors.*
*With blinding speed the other mech was on top of the one with the damaged stabilzer, and forced his Magsword through the cockpit, the magnetic blade tearing the lightly armored mech cleaning in half, a tiny slotch of blood on the tip. Rat-2 had time to roll over, and firing a full 10 rounds into the mech before he was off again, a blur in the distance.*
*Blood Raven, untilizing the Arbelests speed, quickly came up behind him with her SPEW and unloaded, turning the mech and its pilot quickly into swiss cheese. Smoking holes littered the mech, and jsut to be sure she kicked it with her foot, rolling it over to reveal that her rounds penetrated comepletely through and into the ground.*
"Six day's and this is all the action I get? Pfft...the training sim is more exciting then this..."
"Thankfully they didnt have support, lets get out of here..."
*With that the two mechs quickly disapeared, Kryptech Dropships arriving to the wreckage an Hour later...wondering just what the hell happened.*
*Of course, there was always a reason for Mech's to be travelling through the desert, and between them two large cargo trucks with crates on top drove along, kicking up dust and making tacks behind them.*
"All clear Rat-2..."
*One of the mech's said, his pilot giving the thumbs up to his buddy near him. The mech quickly returning the sign*
"Hey...whats up on the comm frequencies Mack?"
*The one in front asked, its head turning to look at the one bringing up the rear. This mech was different, It had a small attenae array mounted on its back.*
"No, nothing but static Rat-1, all comm frequencies clear..for the moment."
*The mech replied, its array blink red for a moment and sending out sub-sonic waves. Monitering the Comm frequencies, if any, in the desert.*
*The one in the front laughed a bit, his chuckle audiable over everyone's communications headset.*
"What do you mean? This path is deserted...noone knows about it. Plus we're getting paid alot to take this job on."
*He said, his mech's head turning forward to survey the area. One of the other Mech's also chimed in on the conversation.*
"Yeah really...who the heck would care about a bunch of Sand Rats escorting a low-class package anyway?"
"Yeah...really...this is Rat-1 im taking a nap, putting my mech on autopilot, sound the alarm should anything go wrong out there you guys."
"Roger that." *All three of the other pilots said in unison*
"I still get the feeling..."
*the communication's officer said over the general communications frequency for the team. The four Sand Rats continued, un-hindered, for another hour, coming to a halt at a mountain side.*
"We're at the rendesvois..."
*The third pilot said, his voice awkward and husky over the comm headset's. His mech quickly went on one knee and scanned the area, the business end of his rifle moving in unison with his head. The comm officer chimed in.*
"I'm getting something on Frequency 311AB, its infrared and faint....but theres something out there..."
*All the mechs got into action immediately. The leader set up his sheild generator quickly, covering three sides but leaving his flank open, which was the mountain. The comm officer followed in suit, as did the others. A small fortress had been set up, all four mechs covering the two cargo trucks.*
*Thirty minutes passed, all four sand rats in alert mode, safety's off and barrels hot. The leader yawned, the sound echoeing accross every available frequency.*
"There's nothing out there you fool....calm down."
*He said taking his hands off of the controls and leaning back in his pilot's chair. Of course, unknow to them another mech had been following them.*
"Relax...in another hour the dropship will come and pick up what ever it is thats we're transporting and we'll be paid and sent back to base..."
"Yeah but its kryptech thats doing this! They're known for killing their merc's just as the job ends...."
"Relax Mack...Im going off comms for a snooze."
*The pilot reached up and flicked his comm off.*
*Far off in the distance, the light bending around a strange object in the sand, an Arbelest. Another similar shape lay a little off of this ones position. Two all together. The famous Terror Underground merc's.*
"They're guard is down do we strike now?"
*A woman's voice chimed in over the low-frequency infrared communication's array they had set up between their mechs.*
"No...we need the others to drop their guard too...Im moving up."
*Swiftly the other object moved up a bit, quickly jumping behind a dune that was closer, within range to use his weapon.*
"I'm gonna go for the cargo trucks...the resulting explosion should..."
*The woman's voice paused and she grunted.
"..should cause some minor damage to the target's."
"Are you going psychotic Blood Raven?"
"No...no im fine..."
"How long have you been out of the gell?"
"Um...about six day's why?"
"We'd better hurry...I don't wanna drag a hyper-aged mummy back to HQ..."
"Roger that...lets get this over with...charging beam rifle."
*In the cockpit of his mech the pilot nodded, heating the barrel of his rifle up, getting ready to unload on the sleeping Rat.*
*Blood raven took aim, the three different crosshairs moving about her HUD, her neon-green eye's tracking each one's movements. The three locked on, blinking red, resembling cracks in the glass of her helmet. The length of the barrel glowing a faint blue, distorting the air around her. Her mechs active camoflague quickly wore off, revealing the small humanoid-looking black peice of hardware. It resembled a woman, its curves were anatomically correct in many way's. A large backpack and a pair of wing-like objects were attached to its back, booters ran up the legs.*
*The barrel heated up, the charge reaching 100% quickly. She pulled the trigger, unleashing the furry held within the weapon. A bright baby blue beam of light trailing out from the small black barrel. It struck the first cargo truck with devastating consequences.*
*The second mech sprung into action, firing a lob of explosive Thermite material at the first mech, the one with the sleeping pilot. He didnt even have time to flick the comm switch before the cockpit was breached with the loud obnoxious explosions from the cargo truck and the explosive grenade.*
*The other rat's were hurtled over their sheilds by the force of the blast, and were heavily damaged. However, another quick burst from the beam cannon mounted on Blood Raven's mech quickly squelched the Communication's officers cries for help.*
*The other two began firing Potshots at her in the prone position, one's left leg was damaged beyond feild repairs, and the other one could stop shooting to get up, his gryostabilizer unit was damaged slightly, throwing off his balance greatly.*
*This gave the mech with the grenade launcher time to get to another position, for Blood Raven was out of energy. Two-shots was all her mech could handle, but she kept it out to threaten the two survivors.*
*With blinding speed the other mech was on top of the one with the damaged stabilzer, and forced his Magsword through the cockpit, the magnetic blade tearing the lightly armored mech cleaning in half, a tiny slotch of blood on the tip. Rat-2 had time to roll over, and firing a full 10 rounds into the mech before he was off again, a blur in the distance.*
*Blood Raven, untilizing the Arbelests speed, quickly came up behind him with her SPEW and unloaded, turning the mech and its pilot quickly into swiss cheese. Smoking holes littered the mech, and jsut to be sure she kicked it with her foot, rolling it over to reveal that her rounds penetrated comepletely through and into the ground.*
"Six day's and this is all the action I get? Pfft...the training sim is more exciting then this..."
"Thankfully they didnt have support, lets get out of here..."
*With that the two mechs quickly disapeared, Kryptech Dropships arriving to the wreckage an Hour later...wondering just what the hell happened.*
