The ferocity of Redburn's assault staggered the Griffin. The potency of Hauptmann-General Sarah Joss's attack finished it. Joss's Warhammer seemed to regard the stricken Griffin pitilessly, as the 'Mech raised its PPCs.
One blue bolt flashed from the Warhammer and probed the Griffin's half-melted left arm with a savage touch. Armor exploded and rocketed across the battlefield as blue lightning further mauled the damaged arm. Joss's attack left the 'Mech's limb twisted and fused to the shoulder in a fire-blackened lump.
The second tongue of electrical fire launched itself into the Griffin's heart, stabbing into the Griffin's chest and melting all that it touched. Fire roared through the 'Mech's torso and jetted out through every heat sink and maintenance crawlway in the 'Mech's body. The Griffin shuddered and twitched as the blue lighting tightened every myomer muscle in its body. The 'Mech fell back heavily, the center of its chest a cherry hellpit, and lay staring up at the sky.
Confidence flared to life in Dan's heart. We've hammered them hard and badly damaged six 'Mechs—better than we'd planned. They've got to pull back. Then Dan looked up as another 'Mech marched from the DropShip's titanium womb. The ground trembled beneath its massive feet. His scanners instantly studied it and provided a data readout. Humanoid in configuration, the 'Mech's hunched shoulders hid its small head. Huge winglike counterbalances for the arms projected up past the shoulders. The left arm ended in a crude club, while the scanners reported that the right arm and the twin chestmuzzles contained PPCs.
Oh, my God! Dan's mouth went dry as the Awesome filled his monitors. He shuddered as his confidence wavered like a candle in a tornado. Suddenly, he remembered what they always said at the New Avalon academy, joking to hide the terror in the thought. "It's not over until the Assault 'Mechs have finished playing."
21
Pacifica (Chara III)
Isle of Skye, Lyran Commonwealth
1 March 3027
The Kurita Awesome lumbered forward like a starving man toward a feast. The pilot raised the 'Mech's mace-like left fist as a threat while surveying the battlefield. He trumpeted a widebeam challenge to anyone foolish enough to fight him, and began to recite his impressive list of battles and victories. It was apparent from the casual way the Awesome moved and feinted toward possible foes that the pilot did not expect anyone to be so foolish as to pick up the gauntlet.
Ardan Sortek's Victor waded through burning Panthers and stepped over the fallen Griffin. Resplendent in the blue and gold of the Davion Home Guards, it looked utterly out of place among the 'Mechs camouflaged for jungle warfare. The battlefield flames skittered in glittering highlights off the humanoid 'Mech's gold trim, but failed to pierce the dark canopy over the cockpit. As smoke from the Griffin twisted up and around it like offertory incense, the Victor waited.
The Awesome turned, and the pilot shifted the mace in a salute to his enemy. The mace fell and the PPC mounted on the right arm came up in the same motion. The battle slowed as the two massive Assault 'Mechs opened the gates of hell to attack one another.
Three ropes of icy blue plasma groped over the Victor. Wherever they touched, armor melted like wax under a blowtorch. The PPC beams encircled the Victor's legs in an energy snare and tightened. Armor bled down the legs of Sortek's 'Mech in steaming rivulets, nearly stripping the right limb naked. Yet the horrible energy failed to crush the Victor as it would have any of the other 'Mechs on the field.
Sortek's counterattack blazed forward in a cyclone of sizzling metal and ruby spears of light. The projectiles streaming from the autocannon in the Victor's right arm flayed armor from the Awesome's right leg. The medium lasers on the Victor's left arm stabbed out in tandem, slicing long slivers of armor from the left side of the Awesome's chest. The Victor's SRMs, launched from four tubes over the Assault 'Mech's left breast, blasted sheets of armor from the Awesome's mace-arm.
Again the Awesome's PPCs flared to life, their blue energy vipers striking at random. One gnawed armor from the torso of Sortek's Victor. The other two nipped armor from the 'Mech's arms, but Ardan Sortek's machine gave no sign of noticing. Instead, it returned the fire, giving better than it got.
The Victor's autocannon burst scourged the remaining armor from the Awesome's left arm, but failed to destroy the now-exposed myomer muscles. Meanwhile, Ardan's lasers vaporized armor on the Awesome's left leg and right arm, and his four SRMs ripped an angry scar across the enemy 'Mech's head. The Awesome flinched, as though the pilot were shaken by the explosions.
As Dan watched the war between the two titanic 'Mechs, he realized that the rest of the battle had stopped in an informal truce around the two Assault 'Mechs. All of them knew that those two pilots would decide the outcome of their petty struggle. This battle would make history, and the two MechWarriors fighting it were destined for immortality. Just to be present was an honor any MechWarrior would cherish.
The Awesome again belched out three spears of artificial lightning. One drilled to the center of the Victor, and managed to punch a small hole through Sortek's armor without breeching it entirely. The energy singed the gyrostabilizer deep in the 'Mech's chest, however. The Victor shuddered and staggered, but Sortek's cool hand on the controls righted the enormous machine before it could topple. The other two shots, which melted angry weals on the Victor's left arm and torso, did nothing but burn armor and paint from their target.
Sortek's angry counterpunch slammed into the Awesome's left shoulder, stripping the myomer muscles from the limb, then snapped the titanium bone like a dry stick. The heavy limb spun off through the smoky darkness and blasted a hapless Panther to the ground.
The Victor's lasers stabbed out from its left wrist to slash armor from the Awesome's torso. Metal steam rose from the lasers' ragged incisions, and molten metal dripped from the wounds. At the same time, the SRMs spiraling out from the Victor's chest exploded great craters in the armor of the Awesome's left thigh.
Sortek, fighting against the damaged gyro, boldly jetted his Victor to the right. The tactical shift caught the Awesome's pilot by surprise because few warriors ever expected an Assault 'Mech to be jump-capable. The Kurita pilot's attempt to pursue came too slowly. He hurriedly triggered the Awesome's PPCs, but only one of them hit. It lashed out at the Victor's right flank and boiled away armor, but that did not stop Ardan Sortek.
Sortek's Victor circled and closed like a tiger smelling blood. Two laser lances skewered the Awesome's left flank, eroding armor and washing it away in a flash of ruby light. SRMs drilled through the hole where the Awesome's left arm had once hung and landed inside the 'Mech's thick chest. The missile hits splashed coolant from shattered heat sinks throughout the 'Mech.
Sortek stabbed his autocannon forward and nearly touched it to the Awesome's wounded flank. The weapon's unholy metallic hail crushed straight through the enemy's remaining armor and opened a gaping wound in the chest of the Awesome. The projectiles filled the 'Mech with jagged, ricocheting shrapnel. Pieces of circuitry rained out of the wound amid myomer fibers and pulverized structural components. Worse, as the autocannon shells ate into the Awesome like cancer, they consumed the fusion engine's shielding.
The Awesome's head burst open. The pilot vaulted out in his command chair seconds before a geyser of silver-gold fire ripped up through the cockpit. Freed of all constraints, the captive sun that had powered the 'Mech now turned on its charge. Superheated plasma boiled up and out from the Awesome's belly. It grew and grew into a roiling cloud of golden energy, then exploded free of the big 'Mech's shell.
The scattered bits of armor and weaponry peppered the forces gathered around the Awesome. The 'Mech's right arm spun off in the light of the artificial sun and snapped a Shadow Hawk off at the knees. Whirling armor fragments and the explosion's force toppled some of the lighter Kurita 'Mechs, while Dan fought to control his Valkyrie against the armor shards peppering it.
The Awesome's spectacular death broke the truce on the battlefield, but it also shattered the Kuritans' spirit. As resist
ance evaporated, the Draconian assault withered. Delirious over the battle's outcome, but not foolish enough to pursue the enemy back inside the protective umbrella of the DropShip's weapons, the Kell Hounds allowed the Kuritans to withdraw.
* * *
Patrick Kell wiped beer foam from his upper lip and nodded at Dan Allard. "Your lance came out all right?"
Dan settled back against the couch in Kell's office. Next to him sat Salome Ward. Beyond her, Cat Wilson had perched on the couch's arm. Kell was behind his desk while Redburn, Sortek, and General Joss had seated themselves at the poker table. Positioned beside the door stood Major Seamus Fitzpatrick and Major Richard O'Cieran.
Dan nodded in response to Kell's question. "We beat those two Panthers pretty bad. I'm the only one who took any damage, though. A couple of SRMs to the chest as the Panthers retreated. We'd moved inside their PPCs' effective range, which gave the Panther pilots a couple of targets that they just couldn't hit." He shrugged easily, and everyone understood that the damage was insignificant.
Kell turned back to Major Fitzpatrick. "Seamus, what did your flyboys find?"
Fitzpatrick, a red-haired pilot slender almost to the point of cadaverousness, smiled like a fox in a henhouse. "We had one company of Panthers, who must have been very green because they waved when we made our first pass." Fitzpatrick noticed the frown on General Joss's face and quickly explained. "We're flying aerofighters that we captured from the Kuritans a long time ago. With advance word on this attack, we decorated the underside of our craft with appropriate decals." Fitzpatrick's smile and easy posture admitted that the ploy might not be fair, but his company was attacking dirt-pigs, and everyone knew that MechWarriors would fall for anything.
General Joss narrowed her eyes. "I hope the tactic worked."
Fitzpatrick nodded enthusiastically. "Bagged an even dozen and came away without a scratch." The Major turned to Kell. "Rob Kirk got his sixth 'Mech in this operation. We'll need to set a date for his award."
Kell nodded and scribbled a note to himself. "So, Richard, did your men encounter any trouble?"
Major O'Cieran pushed a hand back through steel-gray hair.
This short and barrel-chested man looked more like a Master-Sergeant than a Major, but his talent for tactics and organization far exceeded anything an NCO might grasp. "No difficulties. As you directed, we rounded people up for questioning, but confiscated no broadcasting equipment."
General Joss frowned. "Isn't that irregular, Colonel Kell?"
Kell looked at his boots for a moment before answering. "That it is, General, but right now, we know who the spies are, and we are able to monitor their communications. They gave us the information about two of the three landing sites, and that's how we were able to plan our ambush. If we take the spies and their equipment, Kurita will just put more in and we'll have to find them all over again."
"What happened with the third landing site?" Ardan Sortek interjected.
Kell reached down and took a yellow sheet of paper from his desk. "The DropShip came down in Branson's Swamp. That's a bog about a hundred klicks north of here. It looks like the ship got mired and finally fought its way free."
O'Cieran spoke up. "A group of my recon boys scouted the area. Looks like a Union Class ship. We found no tracks to indicate that anything got offloaded. Furthermore, our ground ops people reported that the ship's performance and acceleration profile said it came and left with the same mass."
Kell frowned. "How long was it down?"
O'Cieran's nod showed that he shared his commander's concern. "Two hours."
Redburn leaned his chair back. "Excuse me, sir, but we've got peat bogs on my homeworld of Firgrove. If the Kuritans used pumps to load water into their DropShip, wouldn't it have the same mass, regardless of what they dropped off?"
Kell chuckled in a low voice. "On target, Leftenant, as you were earlier this evening." He looked over at Fitzpatrick. "Did the Panthers jet out of the DropShip?"
The Major nodded. "Hung there like balloons."
Kell bit his lower lip, then drained the last of the stout from his mug. "We'll tighten things up around here. We have to assume that a full company of Panthers—at the very least—is operational and waiting on Pacifica. I'll have the computer section calculate the DropShip mass versus any configuration of jump jet-equipped 'Mechs to see what's the most horrible thing we can come up with."
The staff nodded their understanding, and Kell smiled. "Pending that report, this meeting is formally dismissed." Kell nodded to Ardan Sortek. "I now convene the first annual Ardan-Sortek-saved-our-asses party!"
* * *
Ardan Sortek and Andrew Redburn found Daniel Allard down in the 'Mech bay watching the Techs swarm over the Victor. Arc torches bonded new armor plates to those partially melted by the Awesome's assault. One astech crawled into the Victor's chest through the hole that a PPC had drilled into it. His long, low whistle echoed through the whole 'Mech, and set the three Mech-Warriors to laughing.
Ardan Sortek extended his hand to Dan. "It was good seeing you again, Dan. I look forward to our next meeting."
Dan chuckled. "Just see if you can talk Prince Davion into giving us a better contract than the one we've got with Katrina Steiner, O.K.? I don't mind working for Kell's kin, but she never gives us exciting duty."
Sortek raised an eyebrow and studied his 'Mech again. "Are you sure you mean that?"
Dan laughed. "Touché." He jerked a thumb at the Victor. "Jackson, our best Tech, tells me they're going to rebuild a gyro housing from some pieces of the Awesome. We'll fix this baby up and repaint it for you. You'll get it back as good as new." Dan shot a covert glance at some of the astechs. "But don't be surprised if your company insignia changes to the Kell Hounds."
Sortek nodded, then caught sight of Colonel Kell and General Joss out of the corner of his eye. "I'd best catch up with them. I'll give your best to Quintus and your mother when next I see them."
Dan nodded. "Just don't tell them that I got hit in battle."
Sortek nodded and walked away. Leftenant Redburn looked after him, then hesistated. "Sir?"
Daniel Allard smiled. "Please call me Dan. You know we're informal here. What is it, Andrew?"
"Andy—that's what your brother called me." Redburn saw pain lance through Dan's eyes and swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, sir. I know Colonel Sortek gave you a holodisc from your father, and I know he spoke to you about the trial." Redburn stopped and waited.
Daniel Allard nodded, and the Capellan March Leftenant continued. "I don't know what they told you, Captain, but I was there ... at the battle and at the trial. I know your brother didn't abandon us. I know he wasn't a spy. I don't care what the court found."
Dan reached out and rested his hands on Redburn's shoulders. "Andy, I appreciate what you've told me." He swallowed past the lump choking him. "You knew Justin, as I did. He's my brother, and I'll never believe he's a traitor until he proves it to me."
Redburn smiled. "That's the way I feel, Dan." Redburn stepped back and saluted.
Daniel Allard returned the salute smartly. Please God, Justin, don't betray our faith in you.
22
Solaris VII (The Game World)
Rahneshire, Lyran Commonwealth
20 March 3027
Fuh Teng gave Justin Xiang the thumbs-up sign from his perch on the scaffolding. Seconds later, Tung Yuan appeared from inside the tall 'Mech's right arm, removed his welding goggles, and snapped the armored panel into place. Reading the smile on Teng's face, and seeing it reflected on Justin's down below, he laughed aloud.
"We will show Capet's protege no mercy, Justin Xiang."
When the Tech suddenly frowned as though seeing something he did not like, Justin whirled sharply, prepared to rebuke any visitors. His anger evaporated just as quickly as it had come. Contessa Kym Sorenson, clad in a blue leather jumpsuit cinched at the waist by a silver belt, smiled at him. She slipped into Justin's outstretched arms and kissed him.
"I w
ant you to come home in one piece, lover," she whispered.
Justin hugged her and breathed deeply the musky perfume she wore. "I can think of no place I would rather be, my love," he murmured. Through the blond veil of her hair, he could see Gray Noton studying the ' Mech towering over all of them. Justin let his right arm slip around Kym's waist, then turned to face Noton. "What do you think, Gray?"
Noton squinted and raked his gaze up and down the 'Mech. "A Centurion is not held in very high esteem here on Solaris. I hope you got it cheap."
Justin snorted. "Cheap enough." He smiled at Kym. "It's only a loan, you realize."
She raised an eyebrow. "I hope you don't think I just give money to the men I live with. I do expect some repayment..."
Noton pointed at the Centurion's right arm. "I see you've added some armor to the right arm, but it looks like you stripped it from the left. You've got to realize that the LRMs the Centurion packs in its left breast are not going to be much use here in the Factory."
Justin nodded. The Marik arena had been built on the site of an abandoned factory where 'Mechs had once served to move parts. The structure was built to 'Mech scale, just as any normal building would be built to human scale. Marik interests from the Montenegran area of Solaris City had bought the factory and sowed it with thousands of remote cameras. With the audience ensconced safely in another building, warring 'Mechs could wander through the derelict structure to ambush one another in a dangerous multilevel game of hide-and-seek.
Noton looked Justin in the eyes. "I've heard that the fight's been fixed."
Justin nodded solemnly. "It seems that I cost a number of people big money a month ago when I took Fuh Teng's place and won. Certain interests have made it known to me that I'm to lose to Peter Armstrong this evening. I take it that Armstrong is Capet's best fighter in the Medium Class?"
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