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The smoke was so thick I wasn't initially sure exactly what then happened, but I heard a thundering string of explosions and suddenly pieces of shattered ceramite armour clattered off my ruined APC. Then there was a final rolling explosion and I caught a glimpse of a
Locust's severed leg falling into the smoke.
As I was gaping at this wonderful turn of events I felt and heard what had to be the shrieking whoosh-whoosh-whoosh of long range missile fire and perhaps mingled within it the thunder of a 120mm autocannon. More explosions rocked me in my seat from behind and I took the moment to breath a prayer of thanks, wrench the near side hatch open and pile out of the burning APC and into the hot dust. Coughing and hacking, ignoring the many aches and pains of my superficial, though numerous wounds, I ran.
I couldn't see where I was going and didn't care, so long as it was towards the source of that ranged fire that had saved me. I risked a glance back at one point and could see three black smoke plumes rising out of the white dust haze, I assumed marking the remains of my APC and the two
Locusts.
Suddenly I was out the cloud and into open air, under the harshly clear blue sky. Before me, some fifty meters away, towered First Prince Ian Davion's AS7-D
Atlas, it was painted shining silver and flashed in the rays of Mallory's World's sun. I'd never been so relieved in my life, or felt so vulnerable at the same time, for the ground was shaking as I ran and I knew dangerously close behind me, through the smoke and dust cloud covering the wreck of my APC, possibly upwards of a battalion of BattleMechs of the Second Sword of Light were coming.
Gasping for breath and limping somewhat from my lightly grilled legs, I waved frantically and the
Atlas moved forward, seemingly very fast. I nearly fell over at the force of it's footfalls at this distance, but kept going, just praying the Prince watched where he was putting his machine's feet. I thought he was coming to pick me up ... he wasn't.
At about ten meters from me he very smoothly leaned and dodged to his left as Doombud long range missiles began streaking out the breast of his mammoth 'Mech. My ears rang and I dived behind a large red boulder just up ahead. Ian's
Atlas was now a mere ten meters or so ahead of me and perhaps five or six meters to my left. Being on foot, that close to an
Atlas fighting, is simply terrifying. It's stamping feet make minor landquakes, it's weapons deafen you and there is a constant risk the pilot will misjudge where you are and kill you in any one of a dozen ways without even being aware of having done so.
I tried to ignore Ian's 'Mech and risked a squint around the edge of my boulder, just in time to see Ian's very accurate fire tear the legs off an
Ostscout. The ugly thirty five ton 'Mech's flaming torso smashed into a heap and I couldn't help but cheer. Though my instinctive jubilation died on my dry lips, as other shapes began to loom through the haze in the distance. Lots of shapes.
I glanced behind myself to judge if I might risk running on for the gap and leaving Ian to it, however at that moment Ian stamped right to artfully dodge a volley of missiles that tore up great explosions across the ground for some way beyond him. I ducked, gasping with fear, back against the large rock and shook my head to myself ... there was no way I could chance that. A stray missile volley, or even Ian manoeuvring his 'Mech would kill me for sure.
For what seemed to me to be the next half an hour or so, Ian stood alone against at least a Company of Snake 'Mechs. He exhausted his Doombud long range missiles in volley after volley, driving back enemy 'Mechs that tried to advance upon him trying to get into medium or close range. I'm sure I saw him down at least two more medium 'Mechs, but most of the time his very accurate fire was aimed at wounding and keeping the enemy at bay.
His attackers were Zakahashi's Zombies I realised, as I could see Zakahashi's own
Battlemaster at the centre of their formation and several times the bastard scored PPC strikes upon Ian's
Atlas, each time molten and superheated shards of ceramite armour erupted and showered the ground. I had to twice throw myself out of the way of splashes of sizzling armour and then scramble rapidly back behind my scant cover.
It occurred to me Ian was only standing and not making a fighting retreat, because he knew I couldn't safely run for the gap and he refused to break his oath and leave me. Strangely though, it never occurred to me Ian would actually be beaten. He seemed invincible as I cowered there looking up and across at his massive 'Mech as it dodged and was occasionally peppered with fire. I think I actually thought the Sword 'Mechs would back off and give him time to pull back, at which point I'd motion to him to pick me up and that would be that. Sounds insane now doesn't it? I certainly did not think this was Ian's last fight, I wonder sometimes if he did. Certainly knowing him, he probably wouldn't have done anything differently if he had known. This was the way he'd told me he'd wanted to go out after all, nobly battling worthy opponents and all that rot.
Ian switched to firing his laser cannons and the heavy 120mm autocannon and I realised he'd run out of missiles, then for the next few minutes I caught glimpses of the Snake 'Mechs edging closer and they began to score hit after hit on the Prince's
Atlas. Armour and ruptured coolant fluid splattered and littered the dusty canyon floor all around us and I began to worry Ian might have to eject.
Suddenly the enemy fire, which had been so heavy even my rock was being flailed by stray cannon and missile fire, ended. There was an immediate deathly silence as Ian paused in his own firing and the sound of one 'Mech approaching reached my near deafened ears. Risking a peek, I saw it as it came on, that fearfully graceful
Warhammer, it strode out of the dust and smoke clouds some way off, but there was no mistaking it. Yorinaga was here. I saw the other Sword 'Mechs pull back and Yorinaga's 'Mech moved up for the duel that Snake swine had so long wished for.
So there I was with a ring side seat for one of the most talked about 'Mech duels of the century. Solaris Games junkies have often plied me since with booze and meals to get my opinion of this fight. Badgering me with questions; 'Who was the better would you say?' 'Oh yes, Yorinaga won, but he waited until Ian had been badly wounded first.' 'Ian had the better 'Mech.' 'What an
Atlas? Give me the twinned PPCs and that Holly missile rack any day of the week.' 'I hear Ian outfought Yorinaga, but Yorinaga won by a lucky hit on Ian's reactor.' And so on.
As ever here I'll simply try to tell the truth, I knew Yorinaga was certain he would win this duel, he was an arrogant sod at heart like most of his family and at that time he'd never lost a 'Mech duel, so to be fair he had some cause to be. Still, even damaged, Ian's 'Mech packed a great deal of armour and Ian was piloting the thing like a master, indeed I'd not seen an
Atlas move which such apparent agility and lightness before or since. I suppose at the end of the day Ian was doomed ... but I'm damned certain he didn't think that.
One thing I will say is that it was over damn quick, like most death matches are between elite MechWarriors. Ian didn't wait for Yorinaga to bow or anything fancy like that, with an artful motion he half crouched and was suddenly spraying a thunderous autocannon volley. I heard an explosion and darted my head around to see the heavy calibre shells flay the
Warhammer's left PPC, for a moment I thought it was actually going to tear the thing off, which would have really evened things up and given Ian a chance, however the Kuritan's armour held and Ian switched to a double pulse with his laser cannons. The beams played across the
Warhammer's central torso, leaving smoking, glowing red wounds.
Yorinaga's 'Mech seemed to stagger back a moment as if reeling under the hits, then he sprang once again into lethal life. If you've never seen a
Warhammer spring and doubt my description, then I'd wager you've never seen Yorinaga Kurita in action. Dodging and running he fired first his right PPC, then the left, then the right, then the left again. Each bolt hit Ian's
Atlas and I was momentarily blinded by the dazzling blue-white lightning and fell back screaming in pain, my arm over my eyes.
I heard two more PPC bolts crack off and then, while wondering how long Yorinaga could possibly keep up that rate of fire without shutting down from the heat build up, I heard a rumbling double explosion, followed by the whoosh-whoosh-whoosh of missiles coming in towards the Prince's
Atlas.
* * *
Blinking my eyes open desperately I saw oily black smoke pouring from Ian's
Atlas, out of what looked to be at least ten serious wounds in it's armour, coolant fluid spilled down it's great legs and fires raged through it's ruined innards. The final missile out of a volley of six impacted hard on the skull head as I watched and there was a dull thump of an explosion. I couldn't see that the missile had penetrated the cockpit armour, but suddenly the
Atlas's arms went limp and the 'Mech leaned slowly to it's left.
Time seemed to slow and I can recall thinking; punch out. Punch out you fool! But the cockpit remained sealed and for that endless moment the Prince's
Atlas just stood there like a lopsided statue, fires gutting it's enormous body.
I was on my knees behind my rock when it fell. It teetered and I realised it was coming down, just at the same moment it occurred to me that I was probably well within it's falling distance. With a dreadfully slow half turn it collapsed, it's back coming down first, it's arms spread and it's head lolling like it's neck was broken. The thing's enormous multi-ton left arm seemed to be headed straight for me and I leaped up and dashed away from my boulder, looking up and bleating in fear. One hundred tons of 'Mech smashed down a few meters in front and behind me, the left upper arm and hand missing my back by about what seemed like inches, the force of which threw me forwards, so that I landed face down beside that great skull.
I've never known anything like it, my elbow actually popped out and back into it's socket, with the sheer kinetic force of the 'Mech hitting ground so close to my unprotected body. Blood burst from my mouth, nose and ears and I was smashed into unconsciousness for a brief moment, then the pain snapped me back into screaming agony.
Pulling my poor wounded body into a ball I would have been happy to lay there, but for the heavy, jarring tremors of an approaching 'Mech. I instantly realised Yorinaga was coming to either confirm his kill, or to capture Ian. Pulling myself up, while rubbing at my agonisingly numb left elbow, the dust cleared before me momentarily, giving me a clear view of the fallen
Atlas's partly blackened head.
It lay facing me, as if gazing at me and I stood in the swirling, concealing dust and smoke, so close I could read the great black letters painted onto the 'Mech's chin; 'I, DAVION'. I was about to run, when I realised once out of this cloud I'd be all too visible to Yorinaga's gaze, I needed some kind of cover ... the cockpit had been partially burst open by the impact I realised, as I was quickly casting around for something, anything, to shield me and aghast I then saw a human hand flop slowly out, it was blackened and singed ... but it had moved on it's own. Ian was still alive.
I dashed forward and ignoring both my own agony and the steady, increasingly heavy thud, thud, thud beneath my feet of the approaching
Warhammer, I wrenched at the scorching metal of the cockpit and was rewarded by a blast of intense heat and choking electrical smoke. Ian had somehow managed to unclip himself from his seat harness and lay face down across his console and exit canopy.
Ignoring his pinkish-red half-broiled skin, I grabbed him by his arms and threw him across my back, so that I had his body covering me from behind. Blake but he seemed to easily weigh a ton himself I recall, but fear leant me strength and I began a staggering run around the dome of the 'Mech's head, Ian's feet dragging through the dust behind me.
"Dar- Darius?" I ignored Ian's pitiful rasping croak and kept going. It didn't even occur to me that if I survived I'd get credit for saving Ian ... all that was going through my head was that if the bullets started flying our way I now had a handy Prince shaped bullet catcher on my back. I could still feel the steady shudders of Yorinaga's 'Mech, then they stopped and I craned around desperately as Ian gasped again in my ear.
"Darius ... tell ... -cough- ... Hanse ... tell him ... -gasp- ... don't trust ... trust-" I snarled at Ian to shut up as I glanced back at him and caught a glimpse of the upper section of Yorinaga's
Warhammer towering out of the smoke above Ian's wrecked 'Mech. Christ, but I'll see that sight in my nightmares until I'm dead and gone. I sped up as I watched the 'Mech swivel and open fire with it's PPC. The man-made lightning bolt struck some good way behind us, but the shock of the searing electrical explosion it created flung us both bodily forward into the air. Ian naturally caught the worst of it, as I'd intended when I'd picked him up in the first place, and we were spun so forcefully I actually landed half on top of him.
I forced myself not to black out and lay there my hands over my head, aware of the smell of smouldering flesh and singed hair. I was about to leap up and try running for it alone, when I was suddenly aware of heavy gunfire behind me, I cringed expecting to be torn to pieces by another shot from Yorinaga. However the death shot didn't come, so lifting and turning my head I caught a glimpse of a
Wolverine in the air, it's jump jets flaring, then landing through the smoke from the ridge behind and snapping off an amazing shot with it's chin mounted Magna laser cannon. It's lethally accurate fire literally blew off Yorinaga's 'Mech's left arm mounted PPC with a metallic explosion, just as the bastard had been raising it to finish Ian and I off.
Beyond Yorinaga I could just make out a
Shilone, hopefully that same swine who had been strafing me earlier, spiralling to the canyon floor and then exploding in a great pillar of flame.
'Mechs were jumping down the canyon slopes either side of us and the ground was shaking ahead of us back up towards the gap. I watched an red painted
Archer on the ridge top begin firing volley after volley of long range missiles away into the distance beyond Yorinaga. Several other non-jump capable heavy 'Mechs plodded along the ridge top firing down on the Sworder, while red winged aerofighters thundered low overhead coming up from the south.
My head sagged in exhaustion as I saw that terrible
Warhammer back away under heavy fire and I could almost feel Yorinaga's anger at being driven off his from fallen prey, robbed of his final glory.
"Highness, we've made it. We've made it." I sobbed, but there was no reply. I sat up and realised I'd been laying, for at least a couple of minutes, bodily pressed down over Ian's head.
With an awful sense of foreboding I looked down to see Ian's rumpled face, his hair practically seared off, his dead deep blue eyes open and staring, his mouth set in a gaping death grimace. It then suddenly occurred to me that, there was a possibility at least, I'd suffocated him to death.
* * *
You will no doubt have seen the grainy holo-pics taken by Brandon Corey as he sped up in his hover-chair, right amongst the 'Mechs of Hillnas's Company as they rushed to rescue the Prince, while the Kell Hounds fought off the Second Sword. Study my face in that first pic and you will see the horror and guilt as I sit there rocking backwards and forwards, holding Ian's head in my hands and gazing into the holo-camera's lense.
I had been weeping and pleading with Ian not to be dead when Corey approached, the company 'Mechs saw us and surrounded us, while Hillnas stopped his
Marauder, crouched it and clambered down his cockpit ladder.
Hillnas had dropped to one knee beside me and I heard him sigh bitterly, before he turned to me and tried to gently take my hands off Ian's head. I turned to him and blubbing, blurted out.
"I meant to ... it wasn't me ..." Thinking he was about to arrest me for the murder of the Prince you see, I'd tried to deny everything and I even yanked my hands from Hillnas and tried to get to my feet, making to run away from him in blind funk.
Hillnas, his blonde hair stuck to his tanned forehead pulled me easily back down and shook his head, tears running down his cheeks too.
"You're wrong Darius. It's been you ever since you joined us, you've been the one who's led our charges, you're the one who's taught us to reach for new levels of bravery and honour. You saved his body ... you've been the best of us man." I shook my head and that was when Corey got his second pic as Hillnas embraced me, while we both wept over Ian's body. Of course Hillnas was crying manly tears through devastation at losing his beloved Prince and Commander, while I was crying for altogether different reasons.
Corey wrote it up as follows for the
Herald;
Darius, his clothes burned from his body, his flesh seared, bruised and pierced by shrapnel, upon the approach of Kurita's demonic 'Mech had pulled Prince Ian's dead body from the fallen Atlas and unwilling to allow the Dragon to sink his claws into Ian's mortal remains and despite his own weakened condition, had carried Ian away from the firing Warhammer.
Then, when nearly hit by a PPC bolt and unable to run any further, Darius lay his own body across that of the Prince, trying to protect his royal cousin's remains, at the almost certain cost of his own life.
Saved only by the arrival of the Kell Hounds, who fought off the Second Sword 'Mechs in Desolate Pass, Darius was heard to berate himself over the fact the Prince had died and not he. Captain L. Hillnas, Commander of the Fourth Guards Company that first arrived back on the scene, later said to this journalist that Darius had tried to run back, on foot, into the battle that had still raged in that cursed canyon, presumably so that he could find death himself to ease his grieving heart.* * *
The 'Bane brought up a MASH truck and Hillnas and the boys escorted us back to the main body of the RCT. I remember being massively relieved as I heard a surgeon whispering to a nurse that the Prince had apparently suffocated in his cockpit and mentioned that he'd heard Hillnas state the same thing after taking a quick look at the Prince's downed
Atlas. That final missile had knocked Ian unconscious and apparently set off internal fires in the cockpit that practically cooked the Prince alive.
I slumped back into my clean linen sheets and breathed in and out a few times. I only had a faint inkling then, but I did realise my life had changed in Desolate Pass ... in truth I'd first knowingly led the enemy straight to my royal cousin, secondly had used his still living body as a human shield for myself and thirdly I had then in all probability killed him myself, though it must be said he looked badly wounded when I'd been carrying him and he may well have died even if I hadn't smothered him, or indeed allowed him to take the brunt of a close miss from a PPC.
However, to the universe at large, besides all my other false heroics throughout this first month of the Third Battle for Mallory's World, I'd been the man who saved Ian's body from the clutches of House Kurita. To this day that's not changed, I quite undeservedly became one of the immortal names of the AFFS in that dusty canyon. Corey's holo-pics and accompanying story were sold on by his employers to just about every major news organ across the Inner Sphere. Like a great ripple over the next couple of T-months or so people opened their morning papers and saw me cradling my dead cousin, my face a picture of woe, then read of my heroic saving of his body from the wicked clutches of Kurita's best MechWarrior.
At the time though, in that MASH truck, I was simply happy to have survived and I sank into a deep and dreamless sleep.