The Run Down
You all know the situation. We are going down into the unknown. We don't have 100% knowledge of what we are stepping into. We need to be ready for anything.
The reports keep running through Salôm's mind as he climbs up his mech, head still spinning from his nasty fall when they jumped into the area.
"Well, this is it ol' girl. We are going down to spin another web of destruction." He pats the large gauss cannon on the right side of his mech taking the moment to survey the scene before he fully commits to getting into his mech.
Members of the drop ships finalize preparations, running too and fro grabbing extra supplies where needed. Lance commanders and officers lock into place within their own mechs and the tension is high as they start to head off into the unknown.
He gets settled in and looks above his hud to the small beer can that is etched above. Defacing mercenary property is frowned upon, but after his last jump, he thought it would be cute. He wasn't known for his drinking, but now he was known for handing off his beer before doing something radical. A wide grin spread across his face as he thought of Poppins nearly popping off the last time he stepped out of line.
"Well this time will be different." He says to himself as the buzzers begin to sound signaling the launching of the troopships.
The battle rages
Things seemed off from the very beginning. There was debris all over the field when they got there. Very fishy. Mind racing Salôm was trying to pick out what exactly all this could mean. The mechs that had shown themselves did not seem like they were in bad shape, why was this area so scattered with damaged and broken parts of mechs?
The artillery shots fired from Pi landed and it only seemed to set them off like bees in a hive. The coms blew up, speaking of dishonorable fighting and calling us names. That wasn't very nice so in return I fired. "That wasn't artillery, how do you feel about that?" I retorted. All I got in return was a click the telltale sign that they had muted me over the coms.
"Well I guess they didn't like that one."
It was suspicious to me. The mechs we were facing were coming at us in full force, except for the mech in the very back. At first I chalked it up to him being the commander of the group, which very well could be the case. But as the fight raged on it all started to make sense.
They spoke of Batchall before the fight, and immediately I hear, "Ah, what's this "bitch all" they be talkin' abou?" through my coms. Though the term is foreign and confusing, the next thing they ranted about was honorable and dishonorable fighting. The Batchall was now beginning to make sense to me. A quick survey of the events unfolding showed me that this was an even fight. The mech in the back had no reason to stand back, I think he was keeping it to what they deemed an "even" fight. This became apparent when we started to overtake the field.
Everyone saw it, we all knew what was about to happen with who we were currently fighting we wouldn't be able to overpower them. The tech they had was just too good. Poppins gave the order to attack the smaller mechs that were on the field, this would dismantle a few of their mechs and then we could systematically retreat. What Poppins didn't see is what was coming after us on our flank.
His orders were clear, "FIRE AT THE CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER AMONG US." Yet my mind couldn't let it go. The mech that was heading toward us was big. Bigger than most anything we had ever gone up against. But he wasn't heading to us, he was heading to cut us off. They didn't want us to leave that planet. This is why I decided for the second time in two missions to disobey direct orders. "I'm going to shoot him in the head. Watch this Poppins."
Poppins was furious over the coms. The yelling began that I was oh so familiar with, "Don't you fucking dare approach that mech! I will have you tried and thrown in the…" his sentence didn't finish coming through, and I don't think he heard me turn off my coms channel either. Else he might have brought his mech over to hit me instead of the wolves. My mind was made up. Their big bloke was coming our direction and I wasn't going to let him get past us to our back line. There was too much at stake, we had seen their power, and I was in a position to stop them from stopping us.
I squared up my mech and took my shot. It soared wide to the left of his helmet. My stomach sank as I knew that shot was my only chance at taking this behemoth out. Nothing left but my lasers, I began firing everything I had at his head. The first shot rang true the next riddled his body and the last straggling laser once again hit him directly in on the helm. It was not enough. the brute fired back and the rockets were sent straight into my gauss cannon. Immediately I felt the heat surge through my mech as the gun it self began exploding from the inside out. The internal damage was too much to bare. Flipping my coms back on I heard the retreat order being called. But it wasn't from Poppins, it was Jar Jar who was calling the retreat. Looking over I could see him swiping up Poppins and Caisse as he made a run for the dropships.
I took a step back to get a better aim at the mechs left on the battle field, not caring about my heat sink measures I began to fire everything that I had left in me. My friends would survive this, even if it cost me my life. I wasn't necesarrily trying to hit anything specific. Mostly just trying to draw fire.
My mech began to shut down as another barrage of missiles from the big guy to my right raked up my backside. Reaching over to pick up that beer I brought along as a joke, I popped it open. Knowing this would be my last drink for a long while I pushed that eject button, and hoped that I had bought enough time. As I was flying over the field of battle I had one last thought before I blacked out. "I wish Magnus was here to hold my beer."
Now I still have the same headache that started when we first made the jump to this rotten planet. The only difference is, I'm in a dark room and have no fuckin clue where that dark room is at.