So, lucky me…
With our limited resources and apparently intelligence, we’re supposed to defend this little piece of hell with our lives…or die trying. I keep wondering if the higher ups are ACTUALLY trying to kill us off…One would think that it would be easier just to put a gun to our heads.
We got the mechs for Viking and Washout…what is Washout’s real name? Ugh, I’m pretty sure he won’t live long anyway. The kid puked when I gave him his crash course in piloting. Poor kid. Viking isn’t doing much better currently though. I got both the mechs up and running as best I could…gotta say that I didn’t do a bad job. They aren’t the best but they work.
On top of fixing mechs, I had to figure out how the hell to get the crap under our feet to blow sky high if needed…Digging was slow going to drop in the grav bombs after I rigged them to blow on a detonator instead of on impact. THAT was nerve wracking. However, not bad for not knowing a whole hell of a lot about explosives.
I got interrupted in my chores by an uppity and pissy, over glorified delivery boy bitching at ME that a number of “Good men” died because of this delivery that I apparently ordered…Me? I didn’t order a damned thing! He snapped at me, something about me thinking I was better than others in this war or something, honestly, I had better things to do than be bitched at by this upstart. I had a battle to win and not enough time to do all of the things that needed to be done. He called me XO Lt Akany though…and I had to do a double take. I wasn’t an XO…I would have to question Reza about that later. I signed for the shit and got back to work.
Only to be interrupted a few minutes later. “Cut-Throat?” I heard Sorrow over my com and all of a sudden, there were two brand spanking new (Well, new compared to us) mechs in our midst! “Cut-Throat, this is Hopscotch and Babysitter…put ’em to work.”
The one called Babysitter, quiet type…at least we had power on our side. Hopscotch however….a Licker…You have no idea how happy I was to see the Licker…and then…a burst of com chatter so fast I could barely keep up with it! An adorable squeaky voice that sounded very much like a 12 year old was saying something about fun and hide and seek….
Yeah…fun…I set the licker to drilling holes with it’s tongue in the ground deep enough to set in the bombs and to hopefully have them explode…I’m pretty sure it wasn’t happy about the dirt in it’s mouth but we would be sure to find it some crunchies or squishies for it to eat after the battle.
One crisis after another, we had to patch up the leaking silo…I swear I checked my radiation meter before heading out…everything was within normal levels…I didn’t even think about going up there with a suit on…there just wasn’t enough time for everything…
I patched up the hole with a little help, gave Hopscotch a meaningful look to put down the pipe she was about to play with and looked down at my indicator…Why had the fucker not gone off?! We were in the black with radiation exposure. Son…of…a…mother…fucking…bitch. So now, not only had I a laundry list of shit to do, I had to scrub…The tech and I stripped quickly and I had the strange feeling that Hopscotch was watching…creepy…
Time ran out. It was time to suit up and get to killing shit. I was to take the left flank and stop anyone coming from that direction. Child’s play.
I didn’t actually expect my dash, attack, retreat, hide, repeat tactic to work but I made short work of the flier and with no signs of anything else, I headed back to the big battle.
By the time I got there, there was nothing for me to do but watch. Babysitter was quite an asset while Hopscotch, Sorrow and Chapel mopped up. I couldn’t see Washout or Viking but the smoking coming from the warehouse they were in indicated something bad could have happened…then I heard the check ins and found out they were fine. Washout was a little soiled but fine…
Now the clean up before the Storm arrives…not feeling all that great…but this hotmess has survived worse. Besides, I’m XO now…who else was going to do it was Sorrow’s reasoning…Viking? Washout? Nah. I got this shit on lock.