This is a little different from what I usually write.
I actually tried to write this story about six or seven years ago, I'm sure the original is on the forum. I was never completely happy with it and have wanted to return to it so many times. Finally I have decided to give it another go.
I hope you enjoy it.
A Dream, A Life
by
Dragon Cat
“Inspired by life, and by BattleTechâ€
Prologue
It was a beautiful summers day in Aberdeen, Scotland, and Mike was trying to enjoy himself after a long day at work, the sun was still high about the three and four story high buildings that lined the length of the street people still were walking along the pavements in shorts and t-shirts making Mike’s formal shirt and trousers feel out of place. It wasn't as if it was this warm and bright all the time people should enjoy it, unfortunately Mike had been stuck in his office all day missing out on the sun, the walk home up the steep hill of George St was a short one but for once it was nice.
The climb up the five flights of ninety-two steps was no better today than it had been for the last ten years he had lived there, nor would it be in the future, but this was home. Entering the flat his calico cat, Missy, was almost immediately around his legs purring and meowing looking for food stretching her odd ginger and black legs. “Good Evening to you too, yes you’re a beautiful cat†he said bending down to feed the animal which nearly immediately began to devour the biscuits he'd poured out. “I'm sure you only like me because I feed you†he muttered; the cat predictably didn't turn around instead continued to eat.
Hanging his jacket on the door peg he moved into the sitting room sticking on the TV as he sat down on the couch. In front of him on the coffee table sat a stack of books all related to the same topic 'BattleTech' Mike's one obsession in life, he had a busy working life, sociable friends, a games console, a literal mountain of novels and an on/off girlfriend but 'BattleTech' was probably the one thing that kept drawing him away from the rest of life into a fictional world of warriors, heroes, villains, lords and victims. It was one of those things that Mike allowed himself to get totally lost in; he could spend hours poring over books he'd read a dozen times sometimes reading over things taking in the information as if it was for the first time again revealing in this fictional look of the future.
There was nothing on TV, there rarely was, instead he picked up his games console controller and activated the machine it was completely wireless everything at a touch of a button. Still in the machine from the night before was a popular first-person shooter where the player took over a character who fought his battles in a green battle armour suit. As he began searching of other players to play with using the 'LIVE' system he scanned over one of the BattleTech books, it was an easy way to kill the time between games and it kept Mike's mind working he was reading a piece about the Highlander Assault BattleMech and the Royal Black Watch Regiment when the games system found him a lobby to play games in.
After only a few games Mike already felt tired, it had been a long day, but instead of going to bed he soldiered on despite his tiredness playing more games. His mind racing with thoughts of BattleTech as he played the game, there was little chance of falling asleep...
“GET UP YOU LAZY WASTE OF A HUMAN BEING!†A voice screamed at Mike jolting him awake as he became aware of someone standing beside him... it was impossible he locked the front door behind him when he got home, he always did. Oh no! What if he didn't someone could have entered, he could be in danger, he could have been robbed, his cat could have gotten out. Wiping the sleep crusts from his eyes he looked around, he wasn't in his flat any more as he became more awake his couch, books and cat all disappeared instead a hastily arranged bed was arranged against some boxes for support and a large man in a green uniform stood over him “JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING MECHWARRIOR!†The man continued to scream “there's time to sleep when you’re in the ground dead, the war might be over but we are still officers in the Star League Defence Force and I expect a little bit of professionalism from my people. Do you understand me?â€
“Star League... what the hell?†Mike muttered coming fully awake looking around the room making out details and... the smell the pungent smell of motor oil; if this wasn’t real it was the most vivid dream he’d ever experienced. The Star League Defence Force, or SLDF, was a fictional faction from the BattleTech universe it was not real Mike raised his hand to his cheek and probably hit it a little harder than he meant to but he didn’t wake up instead the figure continued to look at him bemused. Looking around though Mike could see could see his flat was gone instead they were in a massive hanger several others were present and behind them... behind them were twelve BattleMechs... BattleMechs... real gods honest truth BattleMechs all were over ten metres tall, weighing between twenty and one hundred tons. They were the kings of BattleTech's battlefields, but they were also very fictional... as was all of this it had to be. Rubbing his eyes Mike realized the screaming man was still staring at him so he instead looked at him wondering if this was the best dream he’d ever had or the beginning of a nightmare.
One
Still “waking†from his sleep state Mike was still searching for signs of how to return to his flat and couch “I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, SON?†he screamed again Mike had always hated it when people who were not his father called him son but this time he remained silent. “That normally requires a simple but effective two-word answer†he explained sarcastically.
“Yes, sir†Mike said guessing at the response the man wanted, but really, he didn't understand what was happening around him, he couldn't be in the BattleTech universe it was a fictional universe from books, computer games and the gaming table this had to be a dream! His mind screamed at his body to waken up but Mike stood there in the hanger everything felt and looked real, the smells, the sounds it was everything he'd expected a Mechbay to sound and look like, all the way down to a pissed off CO.
“Well I hope so, since I have no-one else to fill your Mech.†He said glancing over Mike's shoulder, turning following the man's gaze Mike saw a ninety-ton Highlander.
“I must be dreaming†Mike whispered to himself looking at the massive green-painted machine with its squared off head facing forward its right arm comprised of a large autocannon or gauss rifle from what Mike could make out… what the hell are you on about you’re not a ******* MechWarrior! The mental voice in his head screamed as he looked over the BattleMech.
“WHAT WAS THAT SON!†There was that word again from “Shouting man†immediately gaining Mike's full attention.
“Nothing, sirâ€
“I didn't think so. Now to business since I have everyone's attention.†Shouting man said turning to the rest, for the first time Mike could see them eleven in total including him made twelve and a full company, the standard mid-sized formation in BattleTech larger than the four-person lance but smaller than the three-company standard Battalion and smaller than the Regiment... Mike snapped out of his inner thoughts and back towards the eight men, three women who stood beside him ranging from a couple in their late forties to two that looked like they were still in their teens. “As of last night, the war officially ended†a couple of the warriors clapped others cheered while a couple others just looked like they wanted to cry with happiness “Stefan Amaris has been captured alive and will be tried for war crimes against humanity.†Mike couldn’t react he was in a daze Stefan Amaris had, in BattleTech, overthrown the ruling Cameron Line and taken command of the Terran Hegemony before beginning a brutal campaign to quell resistance from the population. The SLDF had countered him fighting a long campaign to retake the territory and end Amaris rule.
“Hang the bastard†one of the warriors said he was older than Mike, perhaps in his late thirties, with dark hair that was beginning to go grey at the front where the MechWarrior’s helmet had connected with his head. A well-trimmed moustache and goatee distinguished his face as did a scar that ran down the side of his right cheek.
“I'm sure they will Lieutenant, for now he's under arrest and that decision is out of our hands we still have a job to do.†Shouting man said in a calmer voice “with the war over the main fights and engagements are over, but there are a few things we still need to do to secure Terra security and housekeeping mostly making sure enemy units are stood down until their crimes can be determined, we are NOT judge, jury and executioners ladies and gentlemen all of you need to understand that.†He said looking between them “I don’t want this unit to be dragged through the courts they’ll meet their justice in time for now we get them to stand down and disarm.†He explained to them “according to reports when Sandhurst fell Amaris troops with possibly a battalion's worth of equipment fled north, they “bumped†into a striker company on the Yorkshire hills before retreating further north. This unit is currently considered to be armed and dangerous we have been given the green light to engage should they fail to surrender.â€
“Sir, one battalion is hardly worry some, with Amaris dead we control all the space around Terra, every continent, even Antarctica has SLDF boots on them. A single Battalion is nothing in the grand scheme of things.†One of them said Mike looked at his uniform and recognized the rank insignia from his SLDF Field Manual as that of a Captain.
“I agree with you Captain. Unfortunately, command doesn't think so this particular Battalion have caused quite a bit of damage in London including smashing the Cameron-Windsor family's palace and refusing stand down orders. It's rumoured they are heading north to attack Edinburgh as it is the ancestral home of the Cameron family with intent on causing further damage.†He explained “from all reports we've looked at Edinburgh was ravaged by Amaris thugs just as the rest of Terra and the Hegemony has been, but this lot seem to think they can make a further example of the people before they are surrender or are dead. The SLDF are in charge of this world, we need to maintain law and order, we need to send a message.†Shouting man said far more calmly now. “It also appears that the Cameron-Windsor family have been hiding under Amaris nose during the entire conflict, they are currently at a summer residence Balmoral Castle in the north east near the abandoned city of Aberdeen in Scotland.†He explained Mike shot up ramrod straight he’d been to Barmoral when he was… in his own time, for lack of a better phrase, the buildings were ancient and not defensible. “Since the SLDF arrived back on the scene the Cameron-Windsors have resurfaced, according to media reports being broadcast since their re-emergence the family fought with Terra's resistance throughout the war with three of the Duke's sons killed in the fighting all across Terra.†He explained “the family are making their play so they remain relevant after this war. We owe the people of Terra to put these Amaris troops in chains or in the ground, and if we can get the Cameron-Windsors on our side even better, the SLDF needs all the friends it can get at the moment even with the Old Man back in charge.†He said referring to Commanding-General Aleksandr Kerensky by the nickname favoured by the troops he had led the SLDF to the Periphery and Back again in their campaign to destroy Stefan Amaris. “Charlie Companies orders are simple, head north find the Amaris forces still in operation, report their whereabouts so the rest of the Black Prince Division can move in and crush them. Do not engage them directly unless you have to, if they surrender, we accept it and wait for reinforcements, we want this done right. Understood?â€
A chorus of “yes, sirs†followed including one from Mike who was beginning to get caught up in the dream and seemed to forget this wasn't a real world.
“You ready sleepy?†The shouting man asked looking at Mike directly.
“Yes, Colonel Carter†Mike replied instantly as if he remembered the name.
“Good, get to it ladies and gentlemen, clocks ticking DropShip boosts to Edinburgh spaceport in thirty minutes make sure you are all aboard.†All nodded turning towards their Mechs, Mike turned and walked slowly towards the company’s green Highlander, no his Highlander he corrected himself.
“Tech Matthews, how is she?†He said remembering the man’s name as he approached the massive machine. Now closer he saw that the Mech wasn’t entirely green instead the left leg and arm were more brown than green while small yellow highlights were scattered through the rest of the camouflage in a mismatched pattern almost like a calico cat.
“Missy's all repaired boss, the damaged weapons are replaced and are all loaded.†He reported Mike smiled looking up at the giant “Missy†he amused himself with the name which was the opposite of its true nature. He remembered the Mech and their journey together, the last time he'd seen it was after their initial landing on Terra almost all the Armour was gone, the left leg buckled, the gauss rifle left arm destroyed, missile launchers both long and short range empty after a long battle against the entrenched defenders claiming the SLDF beachhead on the world opening the door for other units to arrive.
“Good to hear, it's time to go to work, make sure your stuff is on the DropShip and you are ready to boost.†Mike said moving forward not waiting for a reply he began to climb up the BattleMech's frame. “Just don't let me wake up yet...†He whispered as he cracked the hatch to the Highlander's cockpit open, as dreams went this was an interesting one.