Hello! New to the forums and new to the battletech universe. Picked up the game and have been having a blast. I love the universe and looked more into the lore and became inspired to write a short story. If I'm on to something then I'd be more than thrilled to write more.
Hope you enjoy!
The pilot then soon says “Quite a big-ass mech…” He then puts a blue lollipop in the corner of his mouth
A female pilot next to him holding a data pad out in front of her responds “Bigger than your cute little Firestarter Sandstorm.”. Her Periphery accent was as thick as the armor plating on this mech. Currently she had a blueprint of the mech pulled up on her slider transparent device. Tooltips of the duel AC/5 cannon taking up a bulk of the screen.
Sandstorm looks over to her “Hey! Her name is Shurry and she's the best damn mech in this tugboat. Nobody heats up a battlefield like her Wombat.”
Footsteps of combat boots are heard behind, combined with the jingle of his gear. The pilot walks up aside Wombat. Sandstorm looks over at him “What you thinkin’ boss? This mech worth all the trouble?”
The pilot remains silent and looks up at the behemoth in front of them. It was a Dragon-class heavy mech. Freshly put together...Well, if cobbling a bunch of salvage together qualifies as fresh. Painted above the mech on the walls of the berth is a green circle with three serpents slithering in the middle.
Without even saying anything, the pilot dashes forward towards the mech. The two he left behind watch him in confusion. But he dashes all the way to the right foot of the metallic monstrosity, Hops on top of it then climbs up to grab a safety bar on the leg for engineers to use. He plants his right foot on a crack in the frame and dangles his left body in the open air. He shouts over to his comrades “It's certainly gonna cause its its fair share of trouble! I can guarantee you that for certain!” a grin stretches across his face as he looks up to the towering mech.
Wombat looks up from her datapad “Jackal! Get down before you end up in the medbay.” she shouts.
Jackal hops on down from the height he climbed. Short, harmless drop. He's still standing erect when he lands. He begins walking toward, still wearing that grin of excitement. Halfway on reaching his two fellow pilots, he turns around and walks backwards. He extends his hands out and gives out a hearty chuckle as he looks up once again in admiration of his new possession.
Sandstorm moves his lollipop to the other side of his mouth with his tongue and leans in closer to Wombat “I don’t know botchu’, but I think he likes it.”
“I can see that…” She replies, plainly.
Jackal turns back around to the two just in time to catch three more familiar faces approaching, all Mechwarriors. A younger baby face male of the three already has a bigger look of awe than Jackal had. “Holy shit!” he says “ Is this ours?!” he says looking over to the three initially here.
“No Peli, this mech is just one we’re we’re returning to the real owners.” Sandstorm says with a few hand gestures to animate his sarcastic response.
Peli - or rather his real Callsign, Pelican. At that moment lost his beaming excitement. It turned into disappointment as he looked down from the masterpiece of weaponry. “Really?”
Sandstorm steps around Wombat and over to Pelican as he approaches “No you fuckin’ dolt.” he places his hands on the pilot’s shoulder and gives him a gentle shake. It was all good humor banter. “Of course this is ours!” Pelican’s excitement returns and he gives him a gentle pat on the cheek before turning back to Jackal. Behind him were two other pilots of darker skin complexion. A female pilot going by the name “Snakewood" in this pack, and the other, a more elderly man with a beard with hairs long enough to get at least one fist full of grey hairs. He went by the name “Impact”
Jackal jumps up on top of a tool case, he lands with a lack of balance but stabilizes himself. As one would expect, Wombat facepalms st him being so reckless at jumping on mechs and furniture. He look down in his assembled crew of Mechwarriors and speaks “My brothers and sisters! We've come a long way, so many battles, buildings destroyed, mechs set ablaze and drinks downed in our year as a brotherhood!”
They all listen silently, Pelican is the only one giving off any noticeable expression, pure bliss and joy. “We've grown stronger! Resilient against the countless dangers in the Periphery! Amassed riches!”
“Uh…” Wombat utters as she raises up her index finger as if to make a counter-argument.
Jackal turns and points to her “-In smarts! Skill! Unity and culture!” he turns back to the center of the crew “Now? In firepower!” he turns and opens his arms out at the feet of the monolith of a mech. Everyone looks up at like the ants they are. “We’re better equipped to survive this war…”
His comment strikes curiosity in a younger pilot, Snakewood to be exact “War? What war you talking about Jackal?”
He she turns back and looks down at his
fellow pilot “Our war for survival! The survival of who we are” he stops, almost theatrically for effect “...In fact, who are we?”
They all, at once in unity reply “The Nagwhai!”
“Damn straight, brothers and sisters!” he holds up both hands and points to them We're the Nagwhai! The entire known universe is out to destroy us. Either though draining our finances -" holds up a finger for that and each following item. “tattering our reputation, enforcing their laws on us, scraping our mechs or taking our very lives! Our hope for survival is to fight for our existence!” he points up above his shoulders, back still towards the mech “With big beautiful war machine now in our disposal. Not only will we further ensure our survival. But we use it as big fuck you to those that would chain us down!
“Yeah! Pelican shouts, inspired by his words. Everyone here bought into what he was preaching. But no one liked it better than Pelican.
“A fuck you to the snobs in the Inner-sphere! A fuck you to House Davion! A fuck you to House Kurita! A fuck you to House Liao! A fuck you to House Marik! And ind big finally fuxk you to House Steener or Stilnar, whatever.”
Impact, finally speaks up. But only whispers to the pilots around him”You think he kisses his mother with that mouth?”
“If they want us to pull weight for them out here in the Periphery. Then they gonna pay up! We - look after ourselves! Each other! We are a brotherhood! Now tell me who we are!”
They once again speak up “The Nagwhai!”
“Nag-what?” he places a hand formed funnel to his ear.
“Nagwhai!” they once again shout, louder this time. Pelican putting forth the most effort.
“Make the whole damn ship hear who we are!”
“The Nagwhai!” they all in unity shout at the top of their lungs. It echoes out though the large lab. Pelican is practically sweating at this point from the Intensity he's experiencing.
Jackal jumps down from the toolbox and walks forward to them. Hr He speaks gently “That is right..That is who we are.” He holds up a clenched fist. He steps closer, to Pelican. He wraps his hand around the back of his neck and across his shoulders. He walks him forward to the mech, they both look upward.
“This mech will be the first to show the know universe we really are.
Hope you enjoy!
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The massive chamber of the mech lab was filled with the gentle whistle of one of the three MechWarriors present.
The pilot then soon says “Quite a big-ass mech…” He then puts a blue lollipop in the corner of his mouth
A female pilot next to him holding a data pad out in front of her responds “Bigger than your cute little Firestarter Sandstorm.”. Her Periphery accent was as thick as the armor plating on this mech. Currently she had a blueprint of the mech pulled up on her slider transparent device. Tooltips of the duel AC/5 cannon taking up a bulk of the screen.
Sandstorm looks over to her “Hey! Her name is Shurry and she's the best damn mech in this tugboat. Nobody heats up a battlefield like her Wombat.”
Footsteps of combat boots are heard behind, combined with the jingle of his gear. The pilot walks up aside Wombat. Sandstorm looks over at him “What you thinkin’ boss? This mech worth all the trouble?”
The pilot remains silent and looks up at the behemoth in front of them. It was a Dragon-class heavy mech. Freshly put together...Well, if cobbling a bunch of salvage together qualifies as fresh. Painted above the mech on the walls of the berth is a green circle with three serpents slithering in the middle.
Without even saying anything, the pilot dashes forward towards the mech. The two he left behind watch him in confusion. But he dashes all the way to the right foot of the metallic monstrosity, Hops on top of it then climbs up to grab a safety bar on the leg for engineers to use. He plants his right foot on a crack in the frame and dangles his left body in the open air. He shouts over to his comrades “It's certainly gonna cause its its fair share of trouble! I can guarantee you that for certain!” a grin stretches across his face as he looks up to the towering mech.
Wombat looks up from her datapad “Jackal! Get down before you end up in the medbay.” she shouts.
Jackal hops on down from the height he climbed. Short, harmless drop. He's still standing erect when he lands. He begins walking toward, still wearing that grin of excitement. Halfway on reaching his two fellow pilots, he turns around and walks backwards. He extends his hands out and gives out a hearty chuckle as he looks up once again in admiration of his new possession.
Sandstorm moves his lollipop to the other side of his mouth with his tongue and leans in closer to Wombat “I don’t know botchu’, but I think he likes it.”
“I can see that…” She replies, plainly.
Jackal turns back around to the two just in time to catch three more familiar faces approaching, all Mechwarriors. A younger baby face male of the three already has a bigger look of awe than Jackal had. “Holy shit!” he says “ Is this ours?!” he says looking over to the three initially here.
“No Peli, this mech is just one we’re we’re returning to the real owners.” Sandstorm says with a few hand gestures to animate his sarcastic response.
Peli - or rather his real Callsign, Pelican. At that moment lost his beaming excitement. It turned into disappointment as he looked down from the masterpiece of weaponry. “Really?”
Sandstorm steps around Wombat and over to Pelican as he approaches “No you fuckin’ dolt.” he places his hands on the pilot’s shoulder and gives him a gentle shake. It was all good humor banter. “Of course this is ours!” Pelican’s excitement returns and he gives him a gentle pat on the cheek before turning back to Jackal. Behind him were two other pilots of darker skin complexion. A female pilot going by the name “Snakewood" in this pack, and the other, a more elderly man with a beard with hairs long enough to get at least one fist full of grey hairs. He went by the name “Impact”
Jackal jumps up on top of a tool case, he lands with a lack of balance but stabilizes himself. As one would expect, Wombat facepalms st him being so reckless at jumping on mechs and furniture. He look down in his assembled crew of Mechwarriors and speaks “My brothers and sisters! We've come a long way, so many battles, buildings destroyed, mechs set ablaze and drinks downed in our year as a brotherhood!”
They all listen silently, Pelican is the only one giving off any noticeable expression, pure bliss and joy. “We've grown stronger! Resilient against the countless dangers in the Periphery! Amassed riches!”
“Uh…” Wombat utters as she raises up her index finger as if to make a counter-argument.
Jackal turns and points to her “-In smarts! Skill! Unity and culture!” he turns back to the center of the crew “Now? In firepower!” he turns and opens his arms out at the feet of the monolith of a mech. Everyone looks up at like the ants they are. “We’re better equipped to survive this war…”
His comment strikes curiosity in a younger pilot, Snakewood to be exact “War? What war you talking about Jackal?”
He she turns back and looks down at his
fellow pilot “Our war for survival! The survival of who we are” he stops, almost theatrically for effect “...In fact, who are we?”
They all, at once in unity reply “The Nagwhai!”
“Damn straight, brothers and sisters!” he holds up both hands and points to them We're the Nagwhai! The entire known universe is out to destroy us. Either though draining our finances -" holds up a finger for that and each following item. “tattering our reputation, enforcing their laws on us, scraping our mechs or taking our very lives! Our hope for survival is to fight for our existence!” he points up above his shoulders, back still towards the mech “With big beautiful war machine now in our disposal. Not only will we further ensure our survival. But we use it as big fuck you to those that would chain us down!
“Yeah! Pelican shouts, inspired by his words. Everyone here bought into what he was preaching. But no one liked it better than Pelican.
“A fuck you to the snobs in the Inner-sphere! A fuck you to House Davion! A fuck you to House Kurita! A fuck you to House Liao! A fuck you to House Marik! And ind big finally fuxk you to House Steener or Stilnar, whatever.”
Impact, finally speaks up. But only whispers to the pilots around him”You think he kisses his mother with that mouth?”
“If they want us to pull weight for them out here in the Periphery. Then they gonna pay up! We - look after ourselves! Each other! We are a brotherhood! Now tell me who we are!”
They once again speak up “The Nagwhai!”
“Nag-what?” he places a hand formed funnel to his ear.
“Nagwhai!” they once again shout, louder this time. Pelican putting forth the most effort.
“Make the whole damn ship hear who we are!”
“The Nagwhai!” they all in unity shout at the top of their lungs. It echoes out though the large lab. Pelican is practically sweating at this point from the Intensity he's experiencing.
Jackal jumps down from the toolbox and walks forward to them. Hr He speaks gently “That is right..That is who we are.” He holds up a clenched fist. He steps closer, to Pelican. He wraps his hand around the back of his neck and across his shoulders. He walks him forward to the mech, they both look upward.
“This mech will be the first to show the know universe we really are.