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General BattleTech => Alternate Universe => Urionverse => Topic started by: Rayo Azul on January 15, 2014, 04:45:33 AM
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This is a story I wrote three or four years ago and which I recently picked up again in trying to finish, between other projects.
I will begin to re-post on this site with updates and edits included.
Regards
Rayo
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Prologue
Goliath System
Deep Periphery
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 20th June 3157
Four ships shimmered into real space. They were neither welcome nor expected. Other craft disengaged from docking rings, in turn spitting forth smaller vessels. It was though some strange and ripened fruit had burst open, flinging its malevolent seeds haphazardly into the vacuum.
Soon, fighters formed into wings, guiding larger transports towards the planet below. Two cruisers appeared from behind the planet, missile tubes launching silvery death towards the mute invaders. There was little direct response, apart from an increase in speed, or so it appeared.
Missiles began to explode, well short of their targets. Behind them, the approaching fleet opened fan-like allowing the largest, a Battleship, to shoulder through. From its prow missile batteries fired at an astonishing rate. The first volley over, it swung ponderously, more of its weapons discharging as they bore onto their target. These projectiles flashed towards their prey at twice the expected speed, consuming their own fuel in their fury.
The cruisers’ anti-missile defence roared into ineffectual life, the missiles’ speed foxing their automated systems. Fighters now screamed to life, following the initial barrage and homing in on their targets.
In slow and awful motion the cruisers received hits. Metal blew into nothingness, atmosphere vented in balls of fire and crewmen screamed hoarsely for aid. None came. Relentlessly, the fighters continued the attack, snapping and snarling like a pack of hungry dogs around a cornered bear. Their short range missiles ripped through weakened defences, energy weapons adding to already fatal damage.
Fighters launched from the cruisers fought desperately, but were outgunned and outmanoeuvred. Whatever their desperate situation they did not retreat, instead flying directly into the grinning teeth of the enemy.
It was soon over; all that was left of the protective craft were two rent and torn hull sections. Pieces span slowly away into the blackness, imbued with their own momentum by the ferocity of the battle.
The unknown fleet reformed, the battleship once more shrouded by its fawning fleet. Together they flew on towards the now undefended planet. They had a job to do.
On his flagship, the Fleet Commander sneered in derision.
“So much,†he said spitting in scorn, “for the Dark Falcons.â€
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Chapter One
Geosynchronous Orbit
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 30th June 3157
Cadet Seamus McVay stared at the ship as it rolled into view. The shuttle in which he had made the short transit from Winfield was making its final manoeuvres. He had recently graduated from the Academy and had been posted to the Talon. She was a sleek craft, every fibre of her being screaming her warlike nature. “A Vincent Class Corvette,†he breathed to himself as he drank in her lines.
At 412,000 tons she was large for a corvette. She carried ten fighters and four shuttles, in one of which he was now making his approach. Greedily he watched her autocannons spring into focus and remembered that she also carried ten Barracuda missiles. This was a fighting ship.
Seamus had been overjoyed when he had been passed his orders; never had he expected to win such a prize. His family, true, claimed a lineage straight back to the Founding of the Dark Falcons, but that was over five generations ago. His relative had then been a Tech who had served with the first Khan, but since then family members had rarely distinguished themselves. He was the first to enter the Navy, his father even now no doubt, rueing his choice.
As they slid into the landing bay, he saw the other shuttles at rest, and realised that all was ready for departure. He was the last aboard. Frantic activity drew his attention, as the airlock cycled open and he was all but dragged clear. A burly soldier looked him up and down disdainfully, before pushing him towards a lighted hatchway.
The cadet dug his heels in and as the man moved to push him aside, Seamus grabbed his hand, twisting it and forcing the soldier to the floor.
“Name?†he asked conversationally as he applied pressure.
“Barnes...â€
Seamus twisted again.
“...Sir!â€
“Good,†said Seamus, letting him up, “I always find polite conversation beneficial.â€
Free once more, Barnes swung his fist at the impudent cadet. Tradition shouted for him to put the young master in his place.
A happy grin plastered across his face, Seamus ducked underneath the flailing arm, the heel of his palm striking Barnes under his jaw. There was the clack of teeth, another grunt of pain as Seamus followed the blow up with a punch to the solar plexus and a cry of surprise as Barnes hit the floor.
Still smiling, Seamus offered his hand to the thoroughly chagrined man.
“Shall we start again?†he asked as Barnes took the proffered hand, “And this time, you can show me where I can report to the Captain.â€
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Daylon Barnes was Navy through and through. He was a big man; some of his mates claimed his mother had slept with an Elemental. They never said it to his face though. If questioned, he would have expressed an opinion over little, apart from his love of fighting, and of course the Navy itself.
From his position on the floor, he looked up at the slight figure of the cadet in astonishment. He had fought many, both within and out of the Circle of Equals, but had never been so easily put on the floor. Belligerent by nature, his first reaction was to leap up and smash his fist into the grinning face. Something stopped him. A kind of personal revelation swept over him. The cold light of pure confidence shone from the youth’s face. There was absolutely no doubt there.
Surprising even himself, Barnes took the hand and then picked up the cadet’s bag from the floor from where it had fallen.
“Please follow me, Sir,†he said meekly, his fierce look quailing the smirks of his companions.
Seamus waited for him to pass, and then with his hands in his pockets, began to whistle a merry tune.
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“Mr McVay. Thank you so much for joining us.â€
The grin had still not left Seamus’ face as he stood now to attention.
“Sir!†he replied, there was nothing else to say.
“How,†continued the Captain, “a mediocre cadet, such as you, could be posted to such a fine ship, is beyond me.â€
No doubt, thought Seamus, a lot is beyond you Captain. Instead of speaking though, he handed his papers over. The Captain’s face changed, anger giving way to chagrin. Such orders were always sealed, so Seamus was totally ignorant of the contents. Whatever was in there, had certainly had an effect.
“Your name is McVay...†he began and Seamus nodded, “but your full name is Seamus Elias McVay.â€
A gasp from behind him indicated that Barnes had followed unbidden.
“That is correct, Sir,†responded Seamus.
“A tainted name...â€
The Captain stopped, shocked at the sudden fear which overwhelmed him. He had been staring into the Cadet’s eyes. They were a grey-green, which had suddenly turned ice. Captain Ewan Dawson felt the cold touch of death drape a companiable arm over his shoulder.
“Sorry ...Sir?â€
Dawson gulped and folded the orders, for the first time noticing Barnes. He took out his anger on the big man, who shrugged it off diffidently.
“You there! What do you think you are doing? Get off my bridge!â€
Barnes saluted lazily and moved to the adjoining corridor where he would wait for the Cadet. Mad Elias. No frakking wonder the Cadet had downed him. Just wait until he told his mates!
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Chapter Two
Geosynchronous Orbit
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 30th June 3157
The room, if that was what it could be called, to which Seamus was shown would have made his room in the barracks on Winfield look luxurious. It contained a cot and footlocker. With a grin, the cadet dumped his bag on the sleeping place and sighed. What did it matter? He was finally on a real warship.
Alarms sounded and the countdown given for engagement of the jump drives. Well, the Captain had complained about Seamus’ tardiness. Still though, he had been assigned no duties and dismissed perfunctorily.
There was a knock at the door, and when he opened it, Seamus saw the rating, Barnes, waiting for him.
“Yes?â€
“Your muster station, sir,†began the large man, “I checked up on it. You’re with my lads on the boat deck.â€
“Your lads?†asked Seamus, amused at the change in Barnes.
“Yes, Sir. Good bunch…well, different you might say, Sir.â€
“Aah,†said Seamus knowingly, no doubt troublemakers and malcontents, if his first meeting with Barnes had been anything to go by.
“Don´t you worry, Sir. I’ve already had a word with the boys. They won’t give you any trouble.â€
Seamus clapped Barnes affectionately on the shoulder. His was, no matter how ugly, the only friendly face on the Talon.
“Lead on…†he said, closing the door to his cell behind him.
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Nothing untoward happened during the transition from Winfield to the Goliath system. Not that Seamus had been expecting anything to. It all seemed rather humdrum. The time had been spent in getting to know his crew, as Barnes called them. Of the Captain he had neither seen nor heard a thing.
As he had expected, they were a strange bunch; the flotsam and jetsam of the ship. Barnes had claimed that they were the best, but the only award they seemed to have won, was that worn proudly across one of their number’s T-shirts. If Barnes was big, Lupus was enormous, and hairy. Big, black curly strands sprouted from every possible place, and no doubt some impossible ones too.
On his shirt was stenciled in fluorescent green letters “I DRANK TEN FUSIONNAIRES AND COULD STILL TALK!â€. Having heard Lupus respond in nothing but grunts, Seamus did not doubt it.
His best mate was Frakman. No-one knew or cared what his real name was, but his constant cursing, no doubt, was the root of his nickname. He was short and whip-thin, with a rat-like face and constantly moving eyes. And they were the best of the bunch.
It was whilst they were at their assigned posts, awaiting re-entry into real space, that it really hit the fan.
Goliath System
Deep Periphery
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 04th July 3157
New alarms shrilled as soon as they transitioned.
“Proximity alarms?â€
Frakman’s voice was squeaky, almost frightened.
Cadet McVay leapt from the drum on which he had been sitting and punched the intercom key. Nothing. He pushed Barnes aside and tried to open the main door to the ship. Zero.
The outer lock to the bay began to cycle and he cursed.
“Move!†he commanded, startling Barnes and his crew. There was an unquestionable authority in his voice, belying his years. Barnes saw him stop at the air-lock of the first shuttle. He could not see what he was doing, but it hissed open.
“In!†he snarled and the rag-tag crew of cut-throats meekly obeyed. The last of them falling through just as the air began to whistle out of the bay.
As the large doors opened, they could see shuttles waiting, which shot in. Ramps opening even as they touched the deck, and dark, armour-clad figures raced out.
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Good to see you re-posting this, Rayo! ;D I'm looking forward to reading it once again.
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Good to see you re-posting this, Rayo! ;D I'm looking forward to reading it once again.
Good to hear from you Rat.
I'm enjoying picking this back up.
Cheers
Rayo
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The Talon had entered normal space without incident yet her Captain had been unusually nervous. Beads of cold sweat had popped onto his brow as his fingers ran over his controls. His XO, at one point, tried to question what he was doing, but a snarl had sent him on his way. Alarms blaring had brought the XO back, but the pistol which miraculously appeared in the Captain’s hand, silenced whatever question he had in mind. Ratings, weapons cocked and ready, rushed to secure the bridge and it was only then the Captain smiled.
“All accounted for?†he asked his Aide, who seemed calm in the midst of the chaos.
“All except the new Cadet and Barnes’ crew…â€
“What ?â€
The Captain leapt from his chair, motioning armed men to follow him.
“Where are they?†he screamed as he began to run.
“In the small craft bay…†the Captain's hand slapped across the Aide’s face, stopping him short.
“Oh frak!†shouted the Captain, his voice disappearing as he raced away.
“What is his problem?†asked the Aide of no-one in particular, “What can one Cadet and a bunch of drunken reprobates do?â€
The XO smiled, ignoring the muzzle of the autorifle which wavered in front of his face.
“You’ve never heard of Mad Elias?â€
“Bah,†sneered the man, “Myths and fairy tales. What has that got do with anything?â€
Laughing the XO continued, “The insignificant Cadet? He is Seamus ELIAS McVay.â€
“Yeah,†said a rating by his side, “and Frakman and Lupus are with him.â€
“Oh…frak!†said the Aide quietly, now he knew why his Captain was so upset.
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Seamus watched through an external link as the soldiers dispersed throughout the bay. They carried no markings, but were obviously professional. A large body pressed next to him and Barnes heavy breath impinged on his consciousness.
“How did they get in without a fight?†he asked.
“Someone inside helped them,†said Seamus tersely as he saw the inner doors opening, and the lights flashing for re-pressurization, “and there I think is your answer.â€
The Captain stumbled through the half-open door and made his way straight towards the unwanted visitors. He spoke animatedly with them and they immediately began to fan out.
“Frakker!†muttered Barnes, “Now what are they doing?â€
“Looking for us, I think,†said Seamus grinning, “I think your reputation has them scared.â€
Barnes grunted in laughter, but he knew that it was not them being looked for. Rather it was this ice-cold Cadet, who was certainly more than he seemed.
There was a knocking at the main port and the flashing light of an incoming signal.
“Looks like they’ve found us,†said Seamus calmly, “let’s go and see what they want, shall we?â€
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I don't get what is going on on this ship.
Why are they going in this bay?
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Chapter Three
Goliath System
Deep Periphery
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 04th July 3157
Captain Dawson watched as the line of ratings, arms held high above their heads, marched out of the shuttle, led by the ever-smiling Cadet. They were roughly grasped by his waiting allies, whilst others trained their rifles on them. He smirked, then walked to stand in front of Seamus.
“So, McVay, hiding were we?â€
“No, actually,†replied Seamus, “Barnes bet me that we couldn’t get inside the shuttle before the air left the lock, and I said we could…â€
There was a snort of laughter from Lupus, who was nudged in a conspiratorial fashion by his ever present companion. Blood rushed to the Captain´s face and he leaned close in to the Cadet.
“Well,†he sneered, “it will avail you not. You are all my prisoners!â€
Seamus looked pointedly around at the gun-toting strangers and raised one eyebrow. Almost choking with anger, Dawson snarled at him.
“Insolent. Like all your family! Proud to be Dark Falcons, as well no doubt?â€
A growl of discontent rumbled through the ratings, and Seamus seemed to be confused by something. Still smiling, he beckoned the Captain forward.
“I suppose,†he whispered, “that I should let the family slur go, this time. Insolence and madness are one of our better traits.â€
Seamus raised his hand slowly and patted the Captain’s face, almost fondly, his tone changing and voice rising
“You scorn this,†he said, his right index finger tracing the Dark Falcon motif on the breast of his duty fatigues, “asking me if I’m proud to be a Dark Falcon? Well, as my grandfather would have said, “Does sh*t stink?â€
His hand dipped into a pocket of his utility belt, flashing outwards. The knuckles of his right hand caught the Captain across the throat; a glancing blow which sent him choking backwards. With a flick of his wrist, something silver flashed, the air behind it blurring.
Arm now extended, Seamus tugged and a nearby soldier’s throat sprayed blood. He heaved again, and the man’s head toppled from his shoulders. The Cadet had not waited to see the final play in his short drama, he had already sprung to catch the man’s rifle and depressed the trigger.
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Barnes was taken by surprise. One minute the Cadet had been in whispered conversation with the Captain, the next blood spilt. It was a momentary situation, his surprise, and he reacted quickly, as did his fellows.
Frakman flung his arm backward, a shiv concealed in his sleeve dropped into his hand and he buried it in the soldier behind. The man was unlucky. He had lifted up his visor to try and see what was written on the back of Lupus’ shirt, and paid the price for his curiosity.
A balled fist crashed against the helmet of Lupus’ antagonist. It was questionable whether the armour gave any sort of protection; the soldier dropping to the floor in a heap. Then all hell broke loose.
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“Where’s Mr McVay?†roared Barnes, grabbing a soldier by the throat and crotch and raising him high, before tossing him into a group of the enemy.
“Eh?†never one for conversation, Lupus stared belligerently around.
“There!†said Frakman, pointing beneath the shuttle with his bloody implement.
Seamus slid on one knee from beneath the shuttle, rounds pinging off the metal of the craft. He rose, his right hand moving in a figure of eight. Barnes could see a silver weight which twisted and flashed around him.
“Madman!†he called and Seamus glanced his way, winked at him and threw his arm forward. Something whistled by his ear, and the soldier taking aim on the rating’s back crumpled to the floor.
“Frakking monofilament fibre,†breathed Barnes, now he knew what the Cadet was and conviction surged through him.
“Dark Falcons!†he screamed, launching himself into the fray.
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I don't get what is going on on this ship.
Why are they going in this bay?
All will hopefully become clearer as we progress...at least for me :-\
Cheers
Rayo
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Council Chamber
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 04th July 3157
Lars Mattlov stared in astonishment at the brawl which had broken out in the Council Chamber. Khan Ayrton Sheehan sat smiling, watching his subjects reduced to pure animal frenzy. Any ceremony had been thrown aside, as the various factions strove to prove their case. He in himself, was overweight and overindulgent; food and wine bedecked a small table by his side.
Mattlov knew that his opinion was in the minority and that the Khan and his followers would win the day, again.
It had started innocently enough; rumours of attacks had been conveyed to the Council. Over the previous century, the Protectorate had grown in size and importance within the sphere of their influence. They had avoided the internecine strife of the Inner Sphere and survived the collapse of the HPG network. Their job had been to provide protection and support for their member worlds and this had been carried out efficiently and effectively, despite the early death of their first Khan. Subsequent rulers had been infected with the vice of politics, factions developing which promoted the baser instincts.
A few, very few in fact, of the original Dark Falcons had shown dissent and were ruthlessly made an example of. Some had escaped, or had gone underground; the most famous of the cases being “Mad Eliasâ€. He had disappeared with a cadre of followers, leaving his remote family members and associates to ridicule and persecution. That had been over fifty years ago. An underground movement now thrived in secret and, watching the ridiculous goings-on today, Mattlov was more than ever sure of its rightness.
“Gentlemen, gentlemen,†rumbled the Khan, waving a chicken leg in admonishment at the Council members, “this is little befitting such an august body.â€
His Loremaster, Waylon David, bent and whispered in his ear. The Khan smiled and nodded.
“I said enough!â€
Still the Council Members fought, one, an Elemental, had torn a bench clear from its mountings and had raised it high over her head. David spoke into a hand-held transmitter and from an upper balcony filed a group of soldiers in dark body armour. Autorifles were lowered and began to spit out high-velocity rounds. Bodies spun and twisted in a macabre dance, blood spurted and splashed indiscriminately as the soldiers sprayed the body politic with gusto.
Mattlov threw himself to the ground, reaching for a non-existent pistol. An order had been passed the previous week that forbade even ceremonial daggers in the Council Chamber. Freezing cold realization hit Mattlov; this had been meticulously planned!
He poked his head above the seat in front of him and looked down on the carnage. Only the Elemental remained; she had used the bench as a shield and bulled her way through to the locked doors. Finding them barred to her, she reversed the bench and used it as a battering ram, shattering the locks and heaving her way into the corridor beyond. Mattlov saw the flash of laser pistols and knew that all exits were covered.
In his jacket pocket, disguised as a stylus and pad, he held the means of his escape. Activating the concealed transmitter would initiate a bloodbath; civil war had been coming and it appeared to have arrived with a bang. He did not hesitate, punching the pre-arranged signal into his pad and drawing the stylus clear. With a snick, the slim blade inside flicked out. Mattlov had to follow the Elemental through her self-made exit and into the inferno beyond.
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Chapter Four
Goliath System
Deep Periphery
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 04th July 3157
Bodies lay strewn about the bay, a mingling of both Dark Falcons and their aggressors. Only McVay and five others of the Talon’s crew were alive, as well as the groaning Captain Dawson. Barnes had a heavy boot planted on his erstwhile leader’s throat and was slowly increasing the pressure.
“Enough!†said Seamus in a clipped voice, “We still need him!â€
The boot was removed and Barnes hauled Dawson to his feet.
“This? What do we need scum such as this for?â€
“Because I say so, Barnes!†retorted the Cadet, ensuring that all of their enemy were well and truly dead.
“He knows who these people are and what they are here for. I have my suspicions, but would like them confirmed.â€
“Hey!†Lupus called from where he was stripping the body armour from a corpse, “Look at this!â€
The survivors trooped over, the majority of them staring open-mouthed at the emblem revealed by Lupus’ endeavours. There, blazing proudly back at them was the majestic falcon; the badge of honour for which they fought.
“They’re ours!†gasped Barnes, spinning back towards Dawson, “What the frak!â€
Dawson sneered, but held his silence. Seamus walked slowly towards him, drawing his combat knife as he did so.
“You will talk, my good Captain,†he commented fingering the exposed blade, “it just remains for you to choose whether you need a little encouragement.â€
“Oh, I’ll talk,†snapped Dawson, “if only to demonstrate the depth of the sh*t you are in!â€
“My, my,†mused Seamus, “such defiance. Frakman!â€
“Sir?†responded the rat-faced rating.
“You still got your shiv?â€
Frakman smiled and waggled his bloody implement in front of him.
“Good. Teach the Captain a little humility, would you?†asked Seamus politely.
“Wait!†Dawson screamed, “You don’t need to do that!â€
“Ah,†replied Seamus, “but we want to...â€
Council Chamber
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 04th July 3157
Mattlov threw himself forward, skidding along the blood-slicked floor. He came to a stop with a crash, as his body slammed into the opposite wall of the corridor. Behind him, he could hear the reports of pistols, as Sheehan’s opponents were removed from the field of conflict. Noise close by drew his attention.
The Elemental, bleeding from a number of wounds was in the midst of a group of soldiers. She had managed to wrench an autorifle from one of them and was using it as a club. Looking down, Mattlov saw another near to his right hand and picked it up, checking that it still worked. Finger depressed on the trigger, he raced to the Elemental’s aid.
In such a target-rich environment, he could not miss. Short bursts cleared the men to her right and left and then he too was amongst them. His right boot cracked into a knee, breaking bone and dropping his adversary to the floor. He reversed the gun and slammed the butt into the throat exposed before him. Sound behind warned him of his next attacker. Mattlov blocked the descending rifle with his own, stabbed the muzzle of his rifle into the man’s chest and pulled the trigger.
This close, it was less science and more will and brute strength. The Elemental swung one body in front of her and used it as a flail, scattering enemies. Mattlov stood back and shot them where they lay. It was soon over.
“My thanks,†said the Elemental, “but I was managing quite nicely on my own, Star Colonel.â€
Laughing, Mattlov recognised the blood-named warrior, “Elana Pershaw, you do your namesake proud.â€
This time she bowed, then turned rapidly at the sound of approaching footsteps.
“It is time to withdraw,†said Mattlov, noticing the anger rising in Pershaw’s face, “Think of this not as a retreat, rather a regrouping. Khan Sheehan has initiated this pogrom and we need to get out of here. There are others who hold the honour of the Dark Falcons, as highly as we do. We need to find them.â€
Still she wavered, her desire to fight warring with her good sense.
“That is an order, Star Captain!†snarled Mattlov as he moved down the corridor, “There will be many more enemies to crush before we can restore the good name of our Clan. That I promise you.â€
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Goliath System
Deep Periphery
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 04th July 3157
Cadet McVay peered around the open door. Behind crouched Barnes and the remaining ratings. They were now fully armed and armoured, but a little confused as to what the Cadet intended to do. Arrogantly he had assumed that they would follow; a true Dark Falcon to the core.
A quick movement of his hand sent the group to their next objective, Seamus and Barnes covering them. Lupus gave the all-clear and the two of them rushed forward. Once more McVay studied the terrain and curtly whispered for them to wait.
There were two guards in front of the Battle Control Room. This was a secondary Bridge, giving an alternative in case of damage to primary controls. McVay paced silently towards the sentries, his monofilament bola held ready in his right hand. When he thought he was close enough, he began to swing the deadly fibre.
The sudden tramp of booted feet stopped him and he threw himself to one side. A full squad of black-clad soldiers appeared and took up their positions next to the guards.
“Frak!†muttered Barnes, “Now what?â€
Seamus slowly made his way back, hugging the shadows. “Games up,†he said, staring longingly at their traitorous fellows, “there is little chance of us breaking through them.â€
“What do you mean, Sir?†rumbled Lupus, “We took them in the hanger and we can do it here.â€
The Cadet’s infectious grin returned, “I have no doubt of it Lupus,†he said clasping the big man’s shoulder, “but they’ve got men to waste...and we haven’t.â€
Nods of agreement greeted his words; these men would definitely do.
“They’ll soon find the bodies, Sir,†said Barnes matter-of-factly.
“True,†mused Seamus, “but will they know the difference?â€
They looked confused and he continued, “We’re dressed just like them. The corpses, apart from the Captain of course, are pretty unidentifiable. Frakman saw to that. We need to disappear, and the best place to do that is in plain sight.â€
“Barnes?â€
“Yes, Sir?â€
“Is there anywhere you can think of that will have to be guarded, but no-one will really want the job?â€
Barnes paused for a moment, his brow wrinkling, “Yes...,†he said with a toothy grin, “...I have just the place.â€
Chamber Grounds
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 04th July 3157
“The barracks, Star Colonel, we need to get to the barracks.â€
The certainty in Elana’s voice wrested Mattlov’s concentration away from the purpling face in front of him. He let go, kicking the soldier in the temple as the limp body fell.
“And why would that be?†he asked as they exited a side corridor. He scanned the area and moved on.
“My armour and my men are there,†she stated flatly.
“Can you trust them?†he asked, spraying bullets into a group of soldiers who had appeared unexpectedly.
“Of course!â€
It was as if he had insulted her, yet it was pertinent question in light of recent events. As a Dark Falcon, he too would normally have taken offence at such a query, but not lately though.
“Very well,†he said, checking his ammunition, “lead on.â€
Elana moved with a litheness which belied her bulk, not that any who tried to stop them would have doubted who and what she was. Laser and machine gun fire drew them on, the noise increasing as they left the Council building. Their pursuers had learnt caution, sudden death had made them reconsider their options.
“There,†Elana pointed to an area of the barracks hung with a pall of smoke, “that will be my men.â€
“Will there be a spare suit for an old man?†asked Mattlov, “I woud prefer an Ominech, but...â€
“We will find you something,†laughed Elana as she slapped him on the back, almost driving him to his knees with the blow, “even if it has to have wheels.â€
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End of Chapter Four...
Goliath System
Deep Periphery
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 04th July 3157
“Great idea,†complained Lupus, “shovelling sh*t as usual!â€
Barnes had led them deep within the corvette, in particular to the Environmental Centre. As a job rotation, it was hated, but its discharge tubes were recognised as a potential weak point. Only when the dump cycle was in operation, of course, and that was controlled by automatic routine. It had been a standing joke amongst the original crew, no-one ever believing that anyone would consider crawling through the disgusting pipework.
It was perfect. The squad detailed there had not even asked any questions when McVay had explained that they were being relieved. An old joke, but a popular one.
“So,†said Barnes, perching himself precariously on top of one of the tanks, “now would be a good time to fill us in on your plans, Sir.â€
McVay smiled, seemingly oblivious to the stench which permeated the air, “I was sent here, although I must admit I accepted the assignment willingly.â€
“Of course you were sent,†muttered Barnes, “you’re a Cadet.â€
“Frak, Barnes, let Mr. McVay speak!†the normally reticent Frakman had taken a liking to Cadet McVay; he appreciated the obvious skill with which he killed and deep down the strange little man believed in the Dark Falcons, social misfit or not that he was.
“As I was saying,†continued Seamus, removing his combat knife from its sheath and checking its cleanliness, “I was ordered to come here by my father.â€
Barnes opened his mouth to speak, but shut it again as the knife in McVay’s hand wagged disapprovingly.
“My family, as some of you may know, was tarnished with an unjust accusation. Many fled with ‘Mad Elias’ but others stayed. A mission was given to us; to protect the heritage of the Dark Falcons, staying hidden until we were needed. Just such a day as this was in fact envisaged.â€
Frakman cleared his throat and Seamus nodded his permission for him to speak.
“Your weapons, Sir, they speak of something else...â€
“Yes,†agreed Seamus, “they do don’t they? It was decided that we would be given special training. Contacts were made and promises given. One day we will, I suppose, have to honour them.
For now, though, we need to deal with the present. Information gathered on Winfield indicated that Khan Sheehan was about to clear house. This confirms it, although I expect that this is nothing compared to what is being done on Winfield, at present.
Our mission is to retake this ship, dealing with whatever problems we face as would have our forebearers. Once we have done that, we will make contact with loyal forces, such of those who survive, and retake our honour.â€
Barnes could not contain himself, “but we’re only six!†he protested.
“How many do you think there were on Winfield with Al Sheehan?†asked McVay, his smile suddenly absent.
“Are we not Dark Falcons...?†he breathed.
Their roar of approval would have shaken the very foundations of a world. McVay nodded, it was a good beginning.
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Chapter Five
Chamber Grounds
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 04th July 3157
“Incoming!â€
A shot spanged off the helmet of the Elemental who crouched in front of a hastily made barricade. There had been no time to reach the power armour and so they had made do with whatever they could find. A mish-mash of parts covered each of the huge bodies; stolen equipment which had to serve as the only protection they had.
Movement in the brush ahead drew the attention of at least four of the gigantic figures, but they relaxed as they saw the torn and broken body spin clear, before crashing to the ground.
“Hold!†called a familiar voice and they watched their Star Captain stride forth, followed by a smaller figure carrying an autorifle.
Elana gave no explanation and simply ordered them to follow her, as she made her way towards the barracks.
Mattlov felt dwarfed by the mounds of flesh who paced by his side; he generally thought himself a large man, but was intimidated by the sheer size of his companions. An overwhelming urge to be inside his Mech almost overpowered him. It might be an old piece of equipment, but it functioned and it was a damn sight bigger than even these monsters.
Machine gun rounds hammered into them, tumbling one of the Elementals to the ground. Instincively Mattlov raised his weapon, sighted and fired in one fluid motion, a cry of pain indicating his accuracy. He was already running towards the emplacement, when he was passed by a trio of the Elementals.
“Hurry up, old man,†one called, “or you will miss the party...â€
His voice trailed off as his face exploded in a welter of blood, the others diving for cover. Not so Mattlov, he was far too angry. Analysis of his rage would probably have shown that the majority of it was due to the snide remarks, but there was enough hatred of Sheehan’s false followers to wash any such petty feelings aside.
Still firing, he reached the depression holding the machine gun. Runnnig up and over the slight wall, he emptied what remained of his ammunition into the soldiers there, following through with the muzzle and butt of his weapon. By the time the now sheepish Elementals reached his position, all that remained was a tangled heap of bodies, slowly bleeding their lives into the earth underfoot.
Elana nodded at him and Mattlov wiped the stickiness of his actions off his brow.
“I believe we were heading for the barracks?†he asked quite calmly.
“Oh yes indeed,†said Elana, half-stifling a guffaw and turning to her men, “I think that the ‘old man’ has more than earned the right to lead the way.â€
“Seyla,†they replied in a chorused approbation.
Mattlov was at last feeling better.
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Goliath System
Deep Periphery
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
Lights flashed on the battle board, flickering red, before pulsing in the one colour the Technicians hated. Worse than that, it was in the one place no-one wanted to work.
“Sh*t’s hit the fan,†muttered one.
“Literally, no doubt,†guffawed another, “and it’s your turn.â€
Amid curses, the man made the call. It was protocol, especially at such a time, to take a detachment along for back up. No-one would want the duty.
*
“They’re coming,†Barnes’ whisper could easily be described as a bellow, but thankfully the noise of machinery would drown it out.
McVay nodded at Lupus and Frakman, they had taken up mutually opposite position close to the entrance door. Other preparations had been made before Seamus had inserted a wrench into one of the pumps’ inlet ports. Their time here was limited and in his impatience for action he had decided to curtail the wait a little.
Three men entered bunched together, laughing and groaning at their misfortune. They stopped short to see the Cadet in front of them, others shuffling into their rear. Lupus rose behind the group, a metal bar grasped in one hand. He had wound some taped around one end to create a grip with an amount of dexterity which suggested this was not the first time he had carried out the operation.
“Gentlemen,†said McVay, allowing his right hand to drop to his side, “there comes a time, when everyone has to make a life-changing decision. It is uncommon for people to have a second opportunity. I am giving you that possibility. Choose well.â€
The non-com at the rear of the group shouted incoherently and snatched at the barrel of her autorifle, which hung slackly from her shoulder by a strap. Common practice and discipline impelled her men to follow.
“Oh dear,†said Seamus quietly as the heavy bar in Lupus’ hand crunched down on the non-com’s skull and Frakman’s knife drank deeply.
Barnes and the rest of his team barrelled into the fight, swinging whatever weapons they had. One soldier managed to pull his pistol clear and McVay’s hand flashed once, his weapon taking both flesh and pistol in one slick movement.
The fight was short and bloody. At its end one man remained from the original party, cowering amidst the carnage. For the Tech, his prediction really had come true.
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Chamber Grounds
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
They had decided not to wait. To their rear explosions rocked the night air, bright flashes illuminating where rounds cooked off.
“It looks as though we are not the only Stravags fighting,†commented Mattlov as he stared at the remnants of a burning vehicle.
“To be expected,†said Elana, watching one of her Elementals return, “Sheehan does not have everything under his control.â€
Mattlov was shocked a little at the lack of the honorific for their Khan, but shrugged internally. The man at least did not deserve to be Khan and he too felt a strong resentment of his actions.
“We still need our armour,†Elana said, waiting for Mattlov’s reply. It seemed as though the ‘old man’ had been accepted; his rank confirmed in the minds of the Elementals at least.
“That is true,†he agreed, “and a BattleMech would not go amiss either, although...I realise that will have to wait.â€
Sudden firing span him round, the actinic brightness of a PPC being discharged obvious. It was answered; smoke billowed from one position and at almost point-blank range a missile slammed into metal with a deafening roar.
“Time to move,†said Mattlov already rising, “I would like to be inside something a little more solid than my usual frame.â€
Elana grinned, then caught herself, as the stutter of an autocannon sounded close by.
“Do not take this the wrong way, Star Colonel,†she said, “but we need to move quickly and you will slow us down.â€
He wondered how exactly he was meant to take the comment, but he did understand.
“Agreed. Get your armour and I will follow.â€
She looked at him for a moment and then called to her men. He was a Dark Falcon. Elana had a suspicion that instead of following, he would double back and find out who was fighting. In any case, she and her men would be more effective suited up.
“Understood. We will come back for you.â€
Lars Mattlov smiled as they raced away. He did not wait to see what they would do, but began to retrace his steps. There was a BattleMech out there and perhaps more loyalists; a big ask but he had not felt this alive for years.
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Chapter Six
Goliath System
Deep Periphery
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
The corridor stank; effluent had bled from ruptured pipes and found its own way out. McVay led his team through the stinking mess; Lupus and Frakman half-carried the bound Technician by his elbows. Barnes assumed the Cadet had a plan, so he meekly followed along, eyes scanning for unknown dangers ahead.
“This way,†McVay said, leading his group up a flight of stairs, “it’s the long way round, but lifts are out of our resource list, for now anyway.â€
“Where are we going...Sir?†asked Lupus, ignoring Barnes’ cautioning glance.
“The brig first,†commented McVay as he cracked open an unmarked door, “and then the armoury.â€
Lupus grunted as though he understood the plan; he was a simple man who needed nothing more than reassurance. Cadet McVay had a plan, and that would do for now.
It took them a short while to ascend two levels, but finally they reached their objective. Weapons were checked and the Technician restrained; he was bound to the stair rail by Lupus, whose less than veiled threats seemed to have an immediate effect on the man. Once finished, he joined his comrades where they huddled around McVay.
“Just a few rules,†said the Cadet quietly, “no-one fires until I say so. Our intention is to free whichever of the crew decided not to join up with Sheehan’s traitorous fellows. Information I received, prior to joining this ship, would suggest that we will find a number of our shipmates ready to join us. And no, before you ask, I am not going to tell you where I got the information.â€
Barnes’ jaw snapped shut amid restrained laughter.
“Secondly, there can be no survivors. Our presence must remain a secret for as long as humanly possible. That means Frakman, that you and your toy will be busy, both during the fight and after.â€
The rat-faced man grinned evilly and fingered the sharp point of his shiv.
“Barnes? You will wait here with everyone but Frakman and I, until you hear the signal. Then come out ready to kill.â€
“What signal, Sir?†asked Barnes, sure that they had never discussed it.
“Oh, don’t worry,†McVay said with a wry smile, “you’ll know it when you hear it.â€
“Now remember,†he continued in a more serious tone, “we will get only one chance at carrying this out. You have all shown yourself to be capable, as well as the most nasty, mother-frakkers it has been my pleasure to meet. Just the sort of qualities I like and the Dark Falcons need. Do me proud!â€
They would have cheered, but all knew the deadly nature of their task. Instead they grinned, slapped hands, or just nodded in agreement. There was an avid greed in their eyes as Frakman followed McVay into the corridor. They were ready.
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Good stuff, keep it coming.
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Good stuff, keep it coming.
Your wish is my command...
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Council Chamber
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
Khan Sheehan spat a gobbet of food out of his already overfull mouth. It joined earlier waste on the floor around his chair. He was bored. Nothing was going to plan. His advisors had told him that his pogrom, this cleaning of bad blood, would be over quickly. They had, they assured him, identified all of the malcontents and would strike swiftly and with overwhelming force. From the sounds outside the Council Chamber, this was not strictly true.
He could hear the staccato chatter of autocannon rounds, but they did not go unanswered. Latest reports indicated strong pockets of resistance at the Elemental barracks and at least two rogue BattleMechs. At least they had secured the space port; reports detailing the success with which they had taken over dropships and fighter command. Above Winfield, fleet units circled, providing a barricade to both entry and exit from the system in general and the planet as a whole.
Outlying protectorates had fallen quickly under their control, any attempts at rebellion savagely suppressed. The only disquieting information received was the disappearance of a number of key commanders and their units. Not in sufficient number to cause any real problem. At least that was what he had been told.
Sheehan picked at his teeth where some of his ongoing meal had stuck and wondered why anyone would see fit to oppose him. The Khan was not the most intelligent of men, making up for this lack with an excessive penchant for cruelty and lasciviousness. He had deliberately tried to divorce himself from his family role model, and had succeeded, of that there was no doubt.
The main doors swung inwards or rather they creaked and groaned; Elana’s exit had rearranged the doors’ structure and temporary repairs had done little to improve her work.
“What now?†groaned Sheehan, his disgust at the interruption of his thoughts obvious.
A troop of black-clad soldiers filed into his presence, the Loremaster in the lead.
“My Khan,†began Davids, speaking whilst he made a perfunctory show of obeisance, “the traitors have been dealt with.â€
Continuing sounds of battle seemed to negate his statement, “Oh, do not worry about that,†he said, dismissing the noise, “our forces are mopping with the last remnants now.â€
“I hope so,†replied the Khan, reaching for another piece of food, “I am rather bored with all of this. You promised me that there would be little to stand in our way, and then we have this...â€
Davids ignored the waving chicken leg and continued, “It is of no account. We have confirmation that all planets are under our control. Very soon, the status quo will be resumed and we can move on to the second phase of my plan.â€
“Your plan?†the Khan was confused and becoming angrier with each passing moment.
“Ah, yes,†said Davids, nodding to one of the soldiers, “I forgot to tell you...â€
A single shot rang out and the Khan slumped back, a small round hole appearing in his forehead. The Loremaster stared at him for a moment, then turned to speak to the shooter.
“Get that thing out of here...we have work to do!â€
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Goliath System
Deep Periphery
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
McVay eased himself back behind cover; two guards stood in front of the entrance to the brig, although relaxed, they looked alert. This needed to be done quickly, but with as little noise as possible. Seamus smiled; if only his brother could see him now. Euan was still on Winfield and knew little of the double life led by Seamus. He was a stolid man, a farmer who had also looked down on his little brother. It had never entered the older McVay’s head to leave their holding, he saw responsibility at every turn and was passing that same stolid view of life on to his own children. Seamus could only hope that Euan’s non-combativeness and live and let live attitude would protect him from Sheehan’s more rapacious forces.
A sound drew Seamus back to his observations; one of the guards had laid his rifle up against the wall and was ambling inside the doorway.
McVay grinned; it seemed as though their luck held. He waited just long enough for the guard to disappear and then turned the corner in full sight marching purposefully towards the remaining soldier.
“You!†he snapped, bringing the man to attention in response to the authority in his tone, “what do you think you are doing?â€
There was a puzzled look on the guard’s face, but it changed to chagrin as Seamus’ finger stabbed towards the abandoned rifle.
“It’s just that...â€
The Cadet was close now and the man realised that something was wrong. Call it instinct, or lack of recognition. Whatever it was, it meant death.
A sharp movement of his left hand slapped the muzzle of the rifle away, rigid fingers stabbed deep into stomach muscles and a knee cracked upwards. Seamus grinned; he must remember to tell whoever was in charge that his men needed retraining, or at least reminding that they were at war. Not today though, he was busy.
His low whistle brought Frakman scurrying out from his hiding place.
McVay offered him one of the rifles but the evil little man only smiled and kissed the blade of the weapon he already held in his hand. As Seamus slipped into the room beyond he heard a wet thump and realised that his sidekick was making sure that no threat was left to the rear. Seamus wiped the image from his mind and continued stealthily forward, drawing two knives from his belt. It was repugnant, but correct. Many other lives depended upon their professionalism.
Frakman zipped past him as they crossed in front of a side door, his blade thrusting quickly into the second guard’s body; the man had emerged, two steaming cups of liquid in his hands. With a crash they hit the floor and there was no time for remonstrating as the rest of the guards boiled forth like an angry storm of bees, knocking Frakman aside in the process.
There were four of them more angry than prepared; none carried his rifle. One ducked back inside the door and another tried to make a bolt for the open corridor. McVay hefted and threw one of his knives; the silvered metal flashing as it sank into the man’s throat. One down.
Frakman jumped into the room leaving McVay with the other two. The Cadet grinned at the little man’s confidence and his apparent happiness unnerved the first of his two opponents. His glance to his partner was all the distraction that McVay needed, his second blade sinking into the man’s right eye. This left one.
He was a big man, with a jagged scar running from above his left eye to his jawline. Instead of speaking he merely nodded, drawing a combat knife. The wicked looking blade went well with his demeanour.
“I do not have time,†said Seamus, half-turning away.
Instantly his opponent struck, but McVay was already moving. He continued his turn, his back kick delivered with all of his whipped momentum. The heel of his right boot slammed into the onrushing man’s side with a clear cracking sound. Seamus followed his strike with a second kick; this time the ball of his foot impacting onto the man’s temple as it whipped forward, crushing bone. There was no need for the third blow as the body crashed to the floor, bouncing once before coming to rest.
Frakman whistled in appreciation from the doorway, sipping from a steaming cup of liquid held in his hand.
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Council Chamber
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
Davids kicked aside the remains of the ex-Khan’s meal, using a rough hand to wipe crumbs and half-chewed meat from the throne itself. As Loremaster he had taken a secondary place to the obese Khan; now that would change. The plan to wipe out any opponent had been his and his smile of self-satisfaction at the outcome played across his thin-lipped mouth. Now he had no need to wait for the indecisive Khan, things could be brought to a rapid conclusion.
His communicator buzzed and he reached for the device with an angry snatch. He began to accept the incoming message just as the main windows which looked out on the well-kept gardens shattered into a myriad pieces.
There was an accompanying roar of an explosion and he scrambled for cover. Soldiers raced into the main chamber, weapons at the ready, as slugs tore into the room. Plaster and brickwork formed a dusty cloud which was pierced by the bright red of laser fire.
A large shape loomed and an armoured fist smashed what remained of the window frame away. Men died to protect their leader, lives thrown away to save the weeping man who cowered behind the throne.
The thwack of a Gauss rifle as it hit the Mech outside added to the furore and the shape staggered. With a whine of servos the war machine moved away, its lasers firing in response to the barrage of missiles which rained down upon it. As quickly as it had begun, the attack was over, and Davids heard the comforting thud of Mech feet. He struggled to his feet and brushed the dust from his once clean uniform. What he could not remove was the looks of disdain directed his way by his protectors. It was a bad beginning.
Council Chamber Grounds
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
Mattlov paused to listen; the sound of conflict had moved away from him. Catching his breath, the Star Colonel eased his way forward. A flash of bright light cut the darkness, followed by the sound of a large body crashing to the earth. There was no indication who had fired and been victorious, but Mattlov had to know. His only problem was that he was retracing his steps towards the Council Chambers themselves and the Khan’s forces.
Again the night was split by the thunder of battle, causing him to break into a run. This time he could hear small arms fire, as well as the distinctive thump of missile impacts. He arrived at the edge of cover to see the attack on the Council Chamber itself, a Mad Dog all but crashing its way through the wall. Two other indistinct Mechs appeared from the south of the building, firing in unison. The rebel machine staggered back, its left arm crushed by the strike of the first mass projectile. Another silver blur struck its chest, punching it into the entrance lobby with a corresponding scream of tortured metal.
With a visible effort the pilot heaved the Mad Dog to its feet, just as a barrage of missiles peppered it. Amidst the boiling explosions ballooned another as the escape pod jettisoned, its trajectory low and flat as the falling Mech foiled the pilot’s original intention. Mattlov followed its fiery trail and set off at a run. He expected the other Mechs to follow, but they remained on station, protecting the Council Chamber from further attack.
The whine of a hover truck broke the silence as it careened round the corner, where it skidded to a stop. Soldiers piled from the rear, their leader forming them up as he listened to his communicator. With shouted commands he led his men after the errant pod, his objective clear.
Star Colonel Mattlov had a head start and his mad abandon gave him an advantage; the soldiers expected an ambush and Mattlov did not want to disappoint them. He just needed a likely spot.
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Council Chamber Grounds
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
Mechwarrior Sven Davids checked his equipment; he knew that they would be coming. He grinned to himself at the thought of how close he had been to ending his father’s life. The loremaster was all for rules, but in the case of Sven’s mother, he had made an exception. She had spoken little of the details of their relationship; he had never been recognised by his absent father and the only thing of him he really carried, was his name. That and the hatred he bore for the man.
His attack on the Council Chamber itself had not been, in the first instance, driven out of loyalty to the Dark Falcons, rather it had been an opportunity for payback. He had gravitated towards the groups which spoke openly against the Khan and his father, laughing with them at the coincidence of his name. Something of their resistance had rubbed off on him, but whatever the reason, he now needed to get out of here.
At last he had everything and began to move away, steering in a general direction which took him in the opposite direction to the Council Chamber. First of all he had to survive, then he could decide what to do next.
A sudden autorifle burst which shredded the leaves above his head, sent him scrambling for cover whilst he tried to pull his needler pistol free. Another series of shots from his left told him that he was being flanked. Sporadic fire held him pinned behind the trunk of a large tree, spitting bark fragments in his face every time he risked a look. They wanted him alive, of that he was sure.
He was thinking of how he was going to get out of this, when a boot crunched into his back. The pistol flew from his grasp as pain spasmed his body. Another kick took him in the ribs and lifted him from the floor. A boot mashed his fingers into the ground and he cried out.
“That is right, traitor,†growled a harsh voice, “scream, it is what you will be doing for a while...â€
“I think not...†this was a new voice; cold and frightening in its certainty.
A pistol spat, whickering as its charge flashed out. Something wet splattered over the Mechwarrior and a steady hand gripped the back of his jacket.
“Time to be going, I think,†said Mattlov as he heaved the young man to his feet, “this is not over yet, by a long way.â€
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Chapter Seven
Goliath System
Deep Periphery
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
Frakman had finished his tedious chore and his blade was wiped clean on the coverall of the last of McVay’s victims. The little man had finished his coffee and now stood expectantly.
“So far,†said McVay, “this has gone calmly. I now need you to do something else.â€
There was no reply, Frakman merely waited for his orders.
“Take one of these rifles,†and here he indicated the weapons rack near the door, “and wake the others up. We need someone on watch at that end of the corridor. I will see who we have inside. Oh, and if you meet anyone not yet known to us, kill them.â€
That brought a smile to Frakman’s face. He liked this Cadet.
McVay smiled as the evil little man left and retrieved the second of his knives; it had resisted easy removal from the soldier’s skull and he had not wanted Frakman to see him struggling with it. Whilst he heaved and cursed, he heard murmurs from inside the brig. Once cleaned up, he strode confidently forward, activating the sliding door between the guard’s room and the cells.
Inside there were two rows of six cells; simple barred rooms with bunk-type beds. Not all of the cells were full, but those that were sported a mixture of men and women. He saw two officers in the last cell to the left and hoped they would not cause any problems. Well, apart from his authority, he did have Barnes, Lupus and Frakman. The thought of what the latter might do with pleasure to an officer put a genuine smile on his face.
“Who are you?â€
The question came from the main occupant of the first cell. There were three people inside but the speaker was by far the most impressive. If Barnes and Lupus were big, and hairy, this woman’s Elemental stock was clear. Her long black hair was braided half-way down her muscular back. The other two were smaller and had the distinctive look of pilots. McVay wondered how they had been captured, but those kind of questions could wait.
“Seamus McVay,†he responded with a smile, “and to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?â€
The woman grabbed the bars to her cell, knuckles whitening as she twisted in anger.
“You really do not want to get Vera mad,†one of the officers spoke, “that would be Cadet McVay would it not?â€
Inwardly Seamus groaned at his bad luck; it was none other than the XO. The second man looked familiar too, but his meetings with the more illustrious officers had been few and far between.
“That’s correct, sir,†replied Seamus, straightening to attention.
“And what would…â€
“Madman! Where the frak are you?†Barnes’ bawl interrupted the XO’s questioning.
Frakman and Lupus flanked him as they entered, McVay assumed that the other two had been left on guard. Lupus rapped Vera’s knuckles as he passed, blowing her a sloppy kiss, which only seemed to make her worse.
“We got rid of the bodies, Sir,†volunteered Frakman, “now what?â€
“Get the keys and…â€
“Excuse me, Cadet McVayâ€
Seamus suddenly remembered the XO and turned back towards him, “Yes, Sir?â€
“I think a normal chain of command should be respected. So with that in mind, please release us and then report on exactly what is going on.â€
“Yes, sir,†agreed Seamus, nodding to Frakman, “with pleasure, sir. There are definitely one or two things we need to discuss. In particular, I can fill you in on what is happening outside and of course who I really am.â€
The officer looked uncertain as Barnes took the keys off Frakman and began releasing the prisoners, “Who you really are?â€
“Yeah,†muttered Frakman, “your worst frakking nightmare.†His whinnying laugh was cut short by one glance from Seamus. This did not go unnoticed by the XO or the huge Elemental.
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It was slow; their journey to the Bridge needed to be cautious. They had armed themselves from the Guard Room and Seamus led the way. Curious glances from Vera and the two pilots received no answer, the XO merely following in the Cadet’s wake. There had been a brief conference, the XO merely nodding as the colour drained from his face.None of the others had been party to the conversation, but it was obvious that the XO had been the recipient of some rather strange news.
Barnes, flanked by Lupus and Frakman, stayed close to the Cadet, Lupus with a fixed grin of contentment on his face. Vera tried to speak to the XO, who merely waved her away.
“We are here,†Seamus held up his hand, halting their forward movement, “Frakman with me, Lupus and Barnes behind. The rest of you wait here.â€
Vera began to protest, but Lupus shook his head at her insistence and the XO silenced her quickly.
“This needs to be quick,†Seamus said to his companions, “and there will be no prisoners. We have no idea how many of them there are and we need to gain control of the ship. Are you ready?â€
On receiving grunts of agreement, Seamus jumped out into the corridor, his arm swinging back as he hurled the first of his knives. It struck cleanly, burying itself up to the hilt into the chest of one of the two men guarding the entrance. He did not wait, following his movement with a dive and colliding with the second man. His momentum crumpled the soldier to the floor and his second knife finished the job.
Frakman was already through the door, vaulting over a control panel his shiv held out in front of him. Lupus and Barnes started firing, short bursts slammed into any who were standing. Ratings were swept aside by the fusillade of fire, too shocked to react. McVay was now in the room and heading for the Captain’s chair. One man was seated and another two close by, they had obviously been discussing their next planned move, but they had no chance of carrying it out.
A silver sphere flashed forward, shattering one man’s temple and then Seamus was among them. His front kick threw the second man back into and over the chair, fouling the pistol which the seated man was attempting to draw. Before he could recover, Frakman appeared, swiping his shiv across the man’s throat in spray of bright red blood.
The moans of injured men reached McVay’s ears, but these were quickly cut short.
“Get this trash out of here,†snapped Seamus, as he checked the communications array, “and invite the XO to join us.â€
There was the sound of running feet and the ex-prisoners rushed in, only to stop short in amazement at the carnage.
“What…?†began the XO.
“No time,†said Seamus, rolling the body off the Captain’s chair, “take your place and let’s see what we have here.â€
Vera was astonished as the XO meekly obeyed Seamus. There was something going on here. Who was this so-called Cadet?
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Council Chamber Grounds
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
Mattlov trudged along, Sven following. In terms of immediate plans, he was only interested in rejoining with the Elementals. He felt vulnerable without the metallic comfort provided by his Mech and at least amongst Elana and the Elementals he would have some armour between himself and his enemies.
“Who are you?†Sven seemed to have quickly recovered from his shock.
“Mattlov.â€
“Ah,†said Sven, recognising the warrior, who he had only seen from afar, “and I suppose you are not on Khan Sheehan’s side?â€
“True,†replied Mattlov, taking cover behind the bole of a tree as lasers lit the sky, “and you would be?â€
“Mechwarrior Sven Davids…â€
“Any relation?†Mattlov seemed unconcerned by the answer, slipping out as the fire decreased.
“So they say,†answered Sven, “although my mother has always denied it.â€
“I already like her,†grinned Mattlov, dropping to one knee as shapes materialised out of the nearby shadow.
“Me too,†grunted Sven, “and I was trying to send my erstwhile father a message, before I was so rudely interrupted.â€
“Well, I expect you will get another chance,†said Mattlov, lowering his weapon, “my friends have found us.â€
*
Council Chambers
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
Khan Davids frowned; reports coming in suggested that his men were not having the fight all their own way. A party of Elementals had destroyed the barracks, escaping into the nearby woodland. Independent Mechs were joining forces and fighting a rearguard action, moving slowly towards the space port. His fighters were attacking, but somehow these Mech’s were evading destruction. He could not allow them to reach the drop ships. Even then, he supposed, they would gain little, as he possessed the only jump capable ships around Winfield.
In formation had also been received from all of the outlying settlements and other Protectorates; Davids was rather satisfied with how well his plan had gone. Sheehan was easily disposed of and his only real concern was the image he had presented when avoiding the attack on the Council Chambers. Any witnesses to the fact could easily be removed, but first things first, he needed to consolidate his position.
All evidence of Sheehan’s death and the attack had been removed, yet two Mech’s could clearly be seen standing sentry outside the windows. The crumpled shape of the downed Mech had still to be removed and it served as a timely reminder of how close he had come to being thwarted.
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Goliath System
Deep Periphery
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
“I want answers...â€
McVay felt the crushing pressure of the Elemental’s huge forearm as it encircled his neck.
“Vera!†snapped the XO, but she was past listening to him. He had demonstrated what she had seen as cowardice and lack of fitness to command, and her breeding had taken over.
“I said...ugh!â€
Lupus had appeared quickly, his silence unexpected, as was his attack. The reversed pistol slammed into Vera’s skull once, twice and then a third time, driving her to her knees. Blood streamed from her hairline and Lupus ignored it, stomping her to the floor. Still conscious she recognised the madness in his eyes and watched him twist the pistol round and centre it on her forehead.
“Now, now Lupus,†said McVay calmly, “is that any way to treat a lady?â€
Puzzlement was replaced by a sheepish grin and the big man swapped his pistol to his left hand, offering Vera his right. She allowed him to help her to her feet and turned to face McVay.
“I still want to know...†she whispered.
“Of course,†said McVay, motioning Lupus away, “I suppose everyone does. Now though is not the time.†His voice was cold, hard.
“You are a Dark Falcon, and you will obey, or...†and here he grinned, “I will leave you to Lupus’ tender mercies.
"Just so we have no further squabbling, let me give you one piece of information. I outrank you all.â€
The erstwhile Cadet did something with his belt buckle, opening a hidden catch and withdrew a thin metal symbol. He held it up high so that they could all see. It was a stylised gold etched claw, the one thing they had never expected.
“Talon,†he said, “by name, and Talon by nature.â€
“But the Talon’s are nothing but a story used to scare children...†began Vera, her voice strengthening as she recovered her composure.
“And McVay definitely scares the frak out of me,†said Lupus, patting the Cadet roughly on the shoulder.
“I believe him,†commented the XO, as he punched numbers into his console, “and that should be enough for you.â€
Vera stared at him belligerently and then shrugged, “Well at least you have not got us killed yet.â€
“True,†replied Seamus, looking at the tactical read out to his left, “but that could all change...â€
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Chapter Eight
Council Chamber Grounds
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
“Welcome, Old Man, I see you have survived.â€
Mattlov looked at Elana and then grinned. She looked even more imposing in her battle suit. Her men spread out around them, securing the perimeter, and giving them time to talk.
“What are your plans?†asked Elana, his actions within the Council Chamber Grounds having reinforced her respect for his rank.
“However much I would like to restart an attack against Davids,†he said, ignoring the wince from his new companion, “Now is not the time. We need to swiftly link up with whatever resistance we can find. First though, I want my Mech.â€
“Feeling vulnerable?†she laughed, and not waiting for his reply, “and this fledgling?â€
“Sven,†answered Mattlov, “he and I had a run-in with some soldiers. He will do.â€
“Very well,†the Elemenetal accepted his decision, as easily as she had his command, “where to then?â€
“My Estate to pick up my ride and one for Sven. After that, to wherever the fighting is thickest.â€
“Good. I like your plan.â€
As the Elementals began to open their way through the undergrowth Sven spoke quietly to Mattlov.
“Why didn’t you tell her who I was? Ashamed?â€
Mattlov’s fist slammed into the Mechwarrior’s jaw, knocking him to the ground. Dazed yet chastened, Sven accepted the hand proffered to him.
“That,†said Mattlov, “is to remind you that you are a warrior and not a snivelling child. Who your father is does not concern me, as it should not you. Elana did not need to know, and you do not need to question me. Understood?â€
Sven nodded, rubbing his jaw to remove the pain of the blow. Mattlov was not like his other officers and certainly not like his father. Perhaps the decadence of the Dark Falcons had not debased everyone, well at least the “Old Man†anyway.
Ahead of them, and hidden behind the visor of her helmet, Elana smiled. This was a promising start. They needed a leader and from the reaction of her men she could see that Mattlov had already stepped into the role. This was certainly going to be interesting.
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Goliath System
Deep Periphery
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
“You wanted a job?†McVay spoke directly to Vera, “Well here it is. I need you to take charge of the cleaning of this vessel. Not all of the Ratings will be untrustworthy, merely confused, and they need to be enlightened. How many people do you need?â€
Vera looked as though she was ready to challenge him, staring into his unflinching eyes. She was the first to break contact, an acceptance, if only miniscule, of his dominance.
“That depends on how clean you want the ship...â€
“Spotless,†replied Seamus with a grin, “and if any of the crew does not sparkle after this spring clean, they should be sent to join the rest of their brethren...â€
Seamus looked fixedly at the bloody corpse being dragged from behind the Captain’s chair.
“Understood...Sir,†acknowledged Vera.
“Good,†McVay indicated she joined him by the tactical screen, “you can see from the read out here that we have a situation.â€
The screen showed three large concentrations of red dots and one smaller in blue.
“This,†Seamus indicated the blue, “is us. The rest are the enemy, or at least those in need of our own peculiar brand of re-education. It seems that they are concentrated in the Landing Bay, Engine Room and Sleeping Quarters. I want you to deal with the Engine Room as a priority. Take Lupus with you.â€
For a moment it looked as though she would argue, but instead she smiled for the first time, “Do you not think that Lupus and I will be enough, without putting anyone else at risk?â€
“Probably,†returned Seamus, “but take a couple of the others with you, just to keep things in line.â€
“It’s my animal magnetism,†Lupus whispered to Frakman, “she can’t resist me...â€
Frakman saw Vera’s shoulders hunch. She had heard Lupus’ comments, which was not surprising, as Lupus’ idea of a whisper was tantamount to shout. He was glad that he was not going with him, fireworks there would be, of that he was sure.
Mattlov Estate
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
It had taken a couple of hours of hard walking to reach the outskirts of the estate. Sven was impressed. Although not huge by the standard of many within the Council, Mattlov’s property was well laid out and defended. The main house sat on a raised hill, its walled gardens now lit with roving search lights. There were three concentric series of barriers in place, the last obviously hastily raised by whoever was in charge. Razor wire and metallic spikes faced outwards from the latest edition, with two winding entrances left clear. These were manned by what appeared to be a mixture of Infantry and automated emplacements.
Inside the first barrier, the distinctive tread of Battlemechs could be heard, and Sven watched as a Mad Dog hove into view. It stopped almost directly opposite them, activating a search light mounted on its shoulder, which pierced the darkness and threw their hiding place into bright relief.
“Identify yourselves!†boomed the enhanced voice, “This is your first and only warning!â€
Mattlov stirred and marched out to where he could more easily be seen, “I take it you got my signal then?†he asked, a genuine smile on his face for the first time.â€
“That we did, Sir,†the relief in the voice was clearly audible, “we only hoped that you would be able to find your way here. Your orders were specific.â€
“Indeed,†replied Mattlov, “I have brought a few friends with me, Elementals and another Mechwarrior.â€
“They are welcome, and I would suggest you make haste to join us inside...â€
“Trouble?†asked Mattlov starting towards the first barrier.
“Lots of it,†replied the Mechwarrior, moving her machine back into the shadows, “and approaching rapidly.â€
Mattlov Estate
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
“What do we have?â€
Mattlov had immediately taken command once they had reached the Command Centre laid out within what had once been the dining room. Hastily run cables snaked across the floor, terminating in the rear of various consoles.
“Various units seemed to have remained loyal,†commented his aide, Sheana, who had joined them after leaving her Mech, “you can see where the Khan´s forces are being retained.â€
Her finger stabbed down on two or three concentrations of blue dots, “Unfortunately, there appears to be more disloyal Falcons then loyal ones,†now her finger traced a line of red moving to encircle the friendly positions.
“How are we positioned to help?â€
“Badly, Sir,†she replied pointing towards more red, “these are headed our way.â€
Mattlov grunted, “And Williams?â€
Sheana grinned, “On his way. I asked him to work on a couple of surprises before he joined us.â€
“He will enjoy that,†laughed Mattlov, “I hope you impressed upon him the need not to have too much fun?â€
“Very clearly, Sir,†replied Sheana.
“Good. I am on my way to pick up my Mech and then I want all of our people ready. Winfield is about to get entertaining, probably for the first time in a long time, and I do not want to miss the party.â€
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I have up to Chapter 10 finished and thought I had posted it originally. Apparently not :o
I am re/reading it and trying to get myself back into the story, as the Dark Falcons were always the muse for my other stories.
In any case, I will post those already done once I have gone through them.
Cheers
Rayo
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I have up to Chapter 10 finished and thought I had posted it originally. Apparently not :o
I am re/reading it and trying to get myself back into the story, as the Dark Falcons were always the muse for my other stories.
In any case, I will post those already done once I have gone through them.
Cheers
Rayo
It's good to have this story back as well, Rayo! I shall have to go back and read again from the beginning. :)
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It's what I had to do ;)
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Chapter Eight
Goliath System
Deep Periphery
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
“Okay,†Seamus drew focus back upon himself, “we also need to ready ourselves.â€
“For what exactly?†asked the XO.
“A new assault on our position and where we go next. I want a course plotted and ready for the moment the Engine Room is ours.â€
“And, where would that be?†The XO seemed more curious than worried.
“Come with me,†said Seamus, trailed by Frakman as he made his way to the holomap, “we have a meeting to keep.â€
*
Vera had taken control of her group, although Lupus merely grinned and followed. There would need to be a reckoning, of that she was sure, but now was not the time. McVay had given her a job to do and she meant to do it well.
“Psst!â€
Lupus’ stage whisper was almost a roar and Vera’s face darkened with anger. The big man merely shook his head and pointed to the junction of corridors ahead. She too now heard the murmur of voices and the wavering of the shadows of armed men, in the more subdued lighting of Battle Stations. She pointed a finger a Lupus and two others, indicating that they were to remain where they were. He smiled and waved her forward, taking up his position, the Ratings with him watching nervously.
Dismissing Lupus from her mind, Vera arranged her own people before the approaching junction. She took her position right next to the wall where it ended, ducking down and readying herself to peer round the corner. A bark of laughter from behind her, reminded Vera that she was not perhaps, the most obvious of choices as scout, but the rattle of readied weapons focussed her. When this was all over, she would kill Lupus.
Her arm was raised in preparation for the attack when Lupus charged past, howling his challenge, the two Ratings following close behind.
*
Warehouse District
Space Port
Winfield
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
A dark figure detached itself from the sparse cover of shadow given by the looming warehouse. Black armour reflected no light; this was no Elemental, rather a lightly protected and enhance human. For a moment the figure stopped, cocking its head as though listening, before sprinting across the open space into cover once more.
Two jeeps and a hover truck appeared from behind the building, pulling up to a stop and disgorging troops. The growl of a tank engine was heard and the thud of Mech feet. Confident grins began to appear on the soldiers’ faces and they relaxed visibly.
In his armour, hidden by shadow and technology, Williams grimaced. He had almost been clear, his ride waiting for him just beyond the next line of buildings. A digitised clock counted down in the right-hand side of his HUD, and he knew that he must do something. Typically he saw the humorous side of the situation and the grand opportunity presented to him to cause even more damage. Decision taken he sub-vocalised his orders, unclipping the detonator control from his belt and reprogramming it. He carefully laid it down behind a nearby crate, checking that the countdown mimicked that before his eyes and reached behind for his sword. Pistol now in his other hand, he confirmed his final orders and attacked.
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Although his orders were specific, Williams always worked within a wide swath of lenience; Mattlov cherished the man’s abilities and he and his team had done much to prepare the older soldier for what was about to happen. This mission in itself was supposed to be one of information gathering, but Williams had identified an opportunity to sow discord and mischief. He was good at it.
His frontal assault was entirely unexpected and completely foolhardy, or it would have been if it had in fact been a direct attack. He wanted to sting and enrage them, unbalance and annoy the enemy soldiers and make them careless. As he fired his pistol into the body of one of the foot soldiers, the backswing of his sword opened the belly of another. Cannon fire peppered the area, as a spotlight burst into life.
“Stand,†roared a voice amplified by the Mech’s external speakers, “or I fire!â€
Williams fired the rest of his ammunition clip in the general direction of the Mech and ran. Beams of intermittent blue light pierced the darkened streets as the Mechwarrior opened up with his PPC. Williams was not an easy target. He was already following his pre-mapped escape route, making enough noise to suck in his foes. It was as he left the shelter of the warehouse and dove into a sewer pipe that his HUD flicked onto zero. The results were spectacular.
“Thanks for coming,†said Williams, as he lifted his face from the foul-smelling muck which coated the bottom of the pipe, “do call again.â€
Behind him the warehouse burned, the statuesque figure of a Mech hung upright for a moment, before it collapsed into the maelstrom below. Williams never did things by half, and the mines had shattered the machine’s feet, breaking them off at the ankle. Liquid fire spilled out from the incendiary rounds fixed to the overhead stanchions, the gel-like material sticking and burning its way through resistant armour. It really had not been a fair contest.
Goliath System
Deep Periphery
Dark Falcons Protectorate, 05th July 3157
Lupus smashed his fist into the face in front of him. Blood fountained outwards, joined instantly by teeth fragments. The two Ratings steamed in with boots stomping. They ignored Vera who barrelled into Lupus, her arms encircling his waist as she roared her anger.
The big man laughed, “Told you she loved me!â€
He made a lie of the statement, leaping back and driving her head into the wall behind him.
“Seamus told me to keep an eye on you,†he grunted, “but I think that we will have more fun if you quieten down a little.â€
Vera struggled to her feet, “It is time you learned who is in charge here!â€
“Seamus,†he said, “even I know that.â€
A rifle butt pounded into the back of her neck, completing Lupus’ work for him. He grinned at Vera’s companions.â€
“She needs to learn a few social skills,†pontificated Lupus, rubbing his hands, “but I do not have the time to teach her right now.â€
One of the Ratings handed him a pistol.
“Okay,†said Lupus, “Seamus told us to clean ship. Let’s get on with it.â€
*
“Look here,†said Seamus, indicating the holo tank in general, “we seem to be a little surrounded. In order for us to change these circumstances we need to contact our allies, and I am afraid that is the least of our problems.â€
The XO studied the array of icons, recognising that the only friendlies were here on their ship.
“I think that you are underestimating the degree of difficulty we face,†he said, tracing his finger slowly around the outline of the Talon. Even as they watched, red lights flickered out around the Engine Room access corridor.
“It seems Lupus and Vera are working well together,†mumbled the XO, “I thought there would be... complications.â€
Frakman coughed theatrically and Seamus smiled, “I never had any doubts. So, back to our new destination.â€
“Winfield?â€
Seamus nodded, recognising both shock and fear in the XO’s voice.
“No-one will be expecting such a move. At least no-one except our allies.â€
“Ignoring for the moment the rest of the forces surrounding us, and the inherent problem of leaving the system,†the XO asked, his tone ironic, “will we have any allies on the planet?â€
“That I am sure of,†replied Seamus, “our enemies seem to have a passion for underestimating us, even though they know we are Dark Falcons.â€