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The Fall (FanFic)
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RaKa 20th May 2014

Joined: 16th Apr 2014
Rank: [FNCY]
Posts: 31
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It was a slaughter, in every sense of the word.

Collectively speaking, we've faced against similar odds. We've fought and come out on top being heavily out tonned, out numbered and pitted against bad odds. We've fought the Inner Sphere's finest pilots whose skills surpassed our own in some regards, and still we came out on top. Yet nothing could've prepared us for what we were going to face that match.

When we were dropped into the planets atmosphere, we were dropping at a terminal velocity of 250 KPH, G forces of which would make any normal Mechwarrior pilot faint, exerting enormous stresses upon our own bodies and our mechs. As we began to drop into the first layers of the atmosphere, the data probes we tentatively launched into the combat zone began to feed us with the first signs of information on our enemy and LZ. But what we saw was totally contrary to what we practiced, and we had to adapt on the spot. The enemy had gotten to the LZ ahead of us, had set up mechs preemptively and were awaiting us. We had to change our battle plan on the spot, yet, does anything ever really go as planned?

As the respective lance commanders descended into free fall, passing the first exo-layers of the planets atmosphere, the information that the data probes provided horrified them and confirmed what they feared the most ...

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RaKa, Demon Saber and Lex420, this is Icarus, come in. "

" RaKa reporting in, we're here sir, we read you five by five, what's the matter? "

" ... Activate your C3 Slave Unit, and read the incoming probe data. The readings I'm getting have GOT to be wrong. There's no way in hell that -- "

" Checking ... WHAT IN THE NAME OF KERENSKY?!! I've got to relay the info to RedSail ASAP, he's a bit behind us in freefall and he HAS to know! "

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This is heavy lance commander, callsign RaKa with an emergency dispatch to drop commander RedSail, come in RedSail! "

" This is RedSail, come in RaKa, what's your status? "

" Sir, the enemy has appeared at the LZ earlier than we planned and expected for, and per the probe data coming in right now, they've already set up offensive and defensive positions and are expecting us! We're changing approach vectors! Reccomend changing LZ to area designation E3! Confirm? "

" 10-4 RaKa, confirming LZ status. Listen up FancyBeer! There's been a change of plans at the last minute! We're going feet first into hell, and NOT where we wanted to land at! Warm up those weapons preemptively, prepare jump jet's for last second retro-burn, and prepare for combat! Repeat, we're going in hot! "

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Yet the enemy of team FancyBeer had devious plans in store for them. The infamous merc unit "Black Sun" awaited them. Their dropdecks usually ran on the extreme ends of the weight class. As the FancyBeer's data probes confirmed, they were running half light mechs, and half heavy and assault mechs. They were in position, and began preemptive fire on the FancyBeer warriors as they descended from free fall into the LZ.

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" Alright ladies, we're on the ground. Light lance, I want you to watch our flank over to the right, keep constant eyes on the river and inform me of the enemy's movement. Brawler's, set up right here behind this hill. You're designed for CQC, so sit tight and await further orders. Snipers, head over to area designation "Tiny Town" and keep them under lock. But I must emphasize, do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT engage the enemy. Any and all orders to engage will be made from me, so stay alert! Lance commanders, confirm orders. "

" 10-4 RedSail, orders confirmed!" 

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Minutes had passed, and the tournament rules dictated that each "match" could only last for a maximum for fifteen minutes. If no Mechs had been destroyed by either side, then the match would be called into a tie, and positions would be switched. Yet, inaction and defense was the name of the game on this battlefield, with each opposing side keeping the other in check. Neither side wanted to risk lives in an attempt to halt the deadlock they found themselves in. It was a modern era Cold-War, with neither side making an advance. Yet, as the timer reached the five minute mark, the Black Sun prepared their most daring move yet ...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

" Sir, nothing is happening. We've been trading shots at each other for a while now, but it's obvious they're not biting the bait. What's the plan? "

" We'll wait it out, force this match into a tie and switch positions. I .... I just don't feel comfortable making an advance at them. They've got that area well defended. No, an advance would be silly. we need to goad them out into battle, on OUR terms. Demon Saber, I want you to advance up a bit into those outlying rocks in the river, keep tabs on them from their but stay safe, any movements and I want to know it ASAP. I'm thinking we can fool them into thinking we're going to do a river push, now the rest of you -- "

"SIR!! RED SMOKE ON LEX420! AIR STRIKKKEEEE!"

" FUCK! MOOOOOOOOOOVEEEEE! "

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As the red smoke subsided, the FancyBeer heard the roaring engines of the enemy jet too late. Just as they began to move and evade the incoming bombs, they were too late. 600 solid pounds of pure punishment fell on them, and from the explosion, they were left dazed and hurt ... "

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Cough ... Cough ... FUCK! Sound off! Lex! Report in! ... LEX?! "

.... SKRRRRRRRRRRKKKKK .... Sir .... SWHHHKKKKKKKK radio's been hit hard, I'm SHHHHSSSSSHHHHHHHZZZZZ ... my cockpit is gone, I can see outsi-- WRRRRRRSHHHZZZZ ... engine is reading critical internal damage, don't know -- SRWSSSSSSSSSSSBBZZZZZ .... arm actuators are busted, I'm hurt bad ... WRMMMSSHHHHH..."

"Fuck!! Those god-damned mercs! I thought air and artillery strikes were off the table! Since when was that permitted? SUNOVABITCH!!! Alright, we've got to group up before they call another one on us. EVERYONE! MOVE TO TINY TOWN, NOW!! "

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As the now crippled FancyBeer forces moved into the small area, they were huddle up together in the hopes that the enemy wouldn't dare advance on them. After all, you'd be a fool to try an attack on 700 tons of pure pain .... right? 

if only we had known. If only we could've expected it. Maybe things would've played out differently. Yet, no one was prepared for their final, desperate act to win ... 

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"Alright ... find a spot, and hold it. Demon, get in the miner's tunnel there and watch it. Stay still and get me seismic info. Not a lot of places they can advance on us from. Everyone else, watch that pass right there. Way I see it, they can only come through the caves, or through that pass. We'll kill them as they come through. RaKa, keep putting the pressure on them, I need to know --"

"SIR! INCOMING SEISMICS! BUT NOT FROM THE CAVES! ... THEY'RE PUSHING!!!!" 

"Alright! Our moment to shine! FOCUS THAT STALKER! DESIGNATION ALPHA! "

"SIR! ANOTHER AIR STRIKE! NEAR LEX'S VICINITY! "

However, this time the wise Lex, upon seeing the red smoke escape from the canister which layed on his feet, decided to eject from his mech prematurely. Just as he was a few hundred meters in the air, the air strike came through and made his engines go critical, which resulted in a fiery explosion.

"Sir! Lex is gone, his mech just went offline! We've got more incoming, the score is 2-1 for now but the timer is less than 50 seconds! I don't know if ---" 

"GAAHHHHHH!!! THEY'RE FOCUSING ON ME! MY SIDE TORSO'S ARE OPEN, EJECTING!!!!"

And just like that, another of them went down. Lo Kidd was the second to drop, and the timer was now at  less than 30 seconds. Time was of the essence. The score was now 2-2 ...

"FUCK!! ALRIGHT EVERYONE, FOCUS FIRE ON BRAVO! WE CAN DO THIS, WE CAN --"

"ACTUATORS ARE DEADLOCKED! REDSAIL! I CANT HOLD THEM! WEAPONS ARE JAMMED AND MY HEAT SINKS AREN'T DISSIPATING HEAT FAST ENOUGH! I'VE GOT TO BAIL!!! EJECTING!!"

"NO!!! FUCK! FINISH OFF BRAVO HE'S ALMOST DEA -"

And just like that, the match had concluded. The winner's were Black Sun. RedSail stared down the barrel of a Dragon Slayer's PPC arm just as the match had ended. Literally saved by the bell. But they were defeated all the same. Lex was a few miles downstream, his parachutes deployed too late. As for Lo Kidd and Icarus, they had barely escaped with their lives intact. Even with their protective pilot suits, the blazing heat from a critical engine explosion had given them severe burns, and the landing wasn't very soft either. They had escaped alive, but JUST barely alive.

" This is the commander of Black Sun speaking. We applaud you for a well fought out match. A pity the tournament has pitted us agains
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RaKa 20th May 2014

Joined: 16th Apr 2014
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each other like so, yet, perhaps this is what fate dictated. May you recover from your loss, and we wish you all the best in your endeavors. "

" ... This is RedSail speaking.... thank you, I suppose. SIGH .... best of luck in your matches"

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As they recovered from their losses, and rescued their downed pilots. Despair, Anger and Resentment brewed among the troops. For as victorious as they may have been in the past, they were mercilessly crushed, and shown next to no mercy.

" For fuck's sake ... how did this happen. I can't believe this FUCKING HAPPENED! WE HAD THOSE FUCKERS BY THE THROAT! IF IT WASN'T FOR THAT CHEAP ASS AIR STRIKE WE WOULD'VE HAD THOSE GOD DAMNE - "

"Stow it Trash, I'm as bitter as you are, but we've got to pick up and go. There's still things to do out there in the Inner Sphere. There's still adventures to be had, money to be made and infamy to be acquired . RedSail, what now?"

"Well ... while we wait for the ship to enter atmosphere and send out the dropship to pick us up, we could .... no, fuck that. Actually, let's have a fucking drink. We're the god damned FancyBeer. Let's continue the time honored tradition of drinking away our sorrows, right here and now. Maybe we were defeated, so what? This means nothing. I know each and every single one of you are more than capable pilots, you've proven this to me today. So let's have a few beers and drinks. For old time's sake. We've still got a name to make for ourselves, and this is just the beginning. So .. POP  ... to the Fancymen and the BeerWarriors! Let's make a name for ourselves! Cheers! "

"Ehh fuck it, I'll take a drink to that! CLINK CLINK CLINK  Cheers! To a new tomorrow, to our friendship, and to success! "

FIN
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