Still feel it's unreal how Hellions are competent leadership.
I actually think it is unreal that the main fiction always counted the Khans as such madmen. Any leader especially in a military group needs to Charisma, Competence, and Courage. Lincoln Osis, Asa Taney, and Ian Hawker made smart plays, they just made more and worse dumb ones.
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08/20/3069 Location – Marcus, Crofton, Hellion OZIsis Marik and Kitsune Kurita(-Steiner-Davion) were looking out from their third floor apartment window at the bright stars above. The streets below were abandoned and a dreadful silence filled the inky dark of the once bustling capital city.
“I don't like this Kitsune”Kitsune turned and caught some of the soft light from an emergency light in the apartment. Isis was still impressed with his features that hinted at what would be a very handsome young man in just a few years. The Hellions had forced every child through their sibko program and had marked him as a high potential individual. Of course Isis knew that from the beginning and trusted that his Aunt or at least the AFFC would liberate Crofton before he was drafted into the Hellion Touman.
“I know. The AFFC must have finally showed up to liberate Crofton. I wish I could fight the Hellions just like Dad fought the Falcons.”
“Your father was a good man Kitsune, not just a good solider. I'm sure you will make him proud with whatever you do but you still have time to decide. You don't have to be a soldier.”Kit's room was dominated by a poster of a Warhammer standing over a charred wreckage with steam rising from its PPC barrels. Another was a Hellion recruitment poster with a face on Black Lanner and Hellion Battlemech standing in profile against their logo,
“I want to be one.”“I know. Just reminding you that I will always be concerned about you.”Kitsune gave her a hug, Isis had always been there for him. Had even risked her life for him on multiple occasions. Isis heard her nearly 14 month old baby cry from the other room,
“I have to go to Jade. Don’t stay close to the window and keep your eyes open Kit.”“Good night Isis. I hope Fabian comes back soon. I don't think it is a good idea for him to working late tonight.”“Me too Kitsune. I've hardly seen him the Hellions have been working his team ragged for the past two months. I hope this conflict ends and things go back to normal quickly. Things were so much better before.”Break_
08/21/3069 Location – Overlord-XN Chophouse, CroftonMajor Quentin “Woodsman” Brekker was tightly strapped into his modified
Berserker Battlemech sealed with Harjel and equipped with Clan tech while armed for Zero-G combat. His Mech unit was the only one of its type in the Commonwealth Fleet not the Ground Corps though they certainly could do some damage there too. Through the armored visplate that took up his cockpit he could see the rest of his command lance, two
Axmen and a
Nightsky. Their primal brutal forms illuminated in a faint red light from the dropship’s bay. His own HUD contained a countdown ticking the seconds down to their drop time. A minute before the time arrived the dropship’s bay opened looking out at the massive battle occurring around them.
Hellion Aerospace fighters were heavily engaged and with the Avalon
FCS Hanse Davion’s screen launchers active they were leaving the lone Chophouse and its gunships heading toward their destination, the Bastion space station
CSDF Klondike.
“Hang in there Choppers. It’s about to get bumpy.”The Drop Officer came online, a solid male voice that was always free with a pep talk.
“Major, time for you to bail we’ll give you a push out the door in five. Don’t miss.”“Never have Dave. Drinks on you later?”
“They’ll be cold by the time you get back.”
“They’d better be.”The
Berserker was shoved rudely out the door the twenty four Mechs of the Commonwealth Choppers and a group of the 144th Marines in their A-47 battle taxis vectored just behind the Chophouse and a pair of Upgraded Avenger Assault dropships. The Avengers opened their bays dispersing a screen of chaff and bombs that would soften the opposition for the immediate follow on forces. The Chophouse provided all-aspect coverage against the Hellion Aerospace fighters that would overwhelm the mechs. Hostile and friendly missiles flew all around them some being shot down by the Chopper’s Anti-Missile systems before impacting creating mushrooming but silent explosions.
The group kept a tight formation behind the Avengers which broke off, the Chophouse reversed and vectored away from the station pulling fighters along with it. Quentin inserted his mouth guard and primed the airbag as the surface of the Bastion space station consumed his whole view-screen. The HUD counted down the seconds to impact and he readied the Waldo that controlled his hatchet bearing arm rearing back the seven ton piece of reinforced steel.
Swinging it moments before impact the Berserker struck the thick armor of the station the resulting bounce jarred its pilot but the hatchet held firm. This
Berserker’s jump jet controls were optimized for Zero-G maneuvering and they slowly oriented him perpendicular to the sphere. He looked back at the desperate fleet battle going on while Outback Legion dropships initiated their terminal burns to liberate Crofton from the Hellions. The rest of the Choppers, mostly
Hatchmentand
Nightskies with a few
Axmen mixed in for the missile support oriented themselves as well. All were barely touching the armored skin of the space station propelled mostly by their jump jets and oriented by their internal gyroscopes.
The squadron of A-47 assault craft hovered above the sphere nearby below the engagement angles of the stations impressive anti-aerospace firepower. Puffs of Armored Marines disembarked onto the cratered surface.
“Major Brekker to Captain Stone.”“Captain Stone here.”
“Your guys look like you need a ride. Hop on.”Captain Devlin Stone maneuvered his Voidseer suit attaching to the magnetic grapple points on the Berserker,
“Roger that. We’re secure. Now let’s take back Klondike.”