Eviction NoticeI crouched down in the bushes, taking stock of the guy walking patrol. The crooks running the show might be wealthy, but it was obvious that they had little in the way of knowledge concerning tactics. Their sentry might have had a Rorynex submachine gun and a flak vest, but one man alone, in the woods, in the dark? A careless mistake. In a few short seconds, I had a new weapon and they had an unconscious guard.
In an effort to ensure that the stable's fortunes weren't exclusively tied to the arenas, my old man started investing in different entities in the hopes of keeping a stable cash flow. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it turns out that he didn't exactly perform the level of due diligence he should have. The end result was that one of the companies he invested in was S7 Reality, a company that looked good on paper but raised more questions than answers. The company finally went under shortly after I got back, and after a period of behind-the-scenes haggling concerning
First DrawThe rare hunter slinked through the alleyways, periodically checking to see whether or not he had a tail. He'd made some major scores over the past week, but the time had come for him to link up with his group and cash things in. The combined efforts of Celestine, Kaiba Corporation, and Industrial Illusions had all but wiped out most of the rare hunter cells on Earth, but with the U.N. so ineffectively handling the security here on the moon colony, it'd become the new headquarters for all rare hunter activity. Even then, they had to be careful with what they did; the cops might not be on the ball, but others were.
He flashed back to a few nights ago, when he caught a young woman early twenties, maybe picking up a pack of cards at a convenience store on her way home. Given that she was alone and it was already after dark, he figured that it would be just a simple smash-and-grab operation; knock her down, check for cards, grab them, and run. At least, that had been the plan
FTKThe bandit leader watched as his henchmen worked the lock to the warehouse. No matter how many times they succeeded in entering the facility, no one ever seemed to notice. If they did, then no one cared.
As far as they were concerned, moving up to Lunar City was the best decision they'd ever made. The U.N. was so quick to make a power play that they declared themselves the official governing body of the colony without first checking to see if they actually had the resources to do so. The official U.N. police had the manpower to properly govern the key areas, like the space port and the main government buildings, but beyond that there was little they could do beyond occasionally having a cop go past on a scooter.
It used to be that, back on Earth, they had to at least duel someone before stealing their decks. But up here? They could just ambush their targets and steal what they wanted. So long as they remembered to stay out of the few areas the U.N. truly governed, few people would actu
Dinner had more in the way of onion than I bargained for.
Need to go brush my teeth.
*looks in mirror*
Do I have something in my beard?
Just grab a towel and...
It's not coming out.
*leans closer towards mirror*
That's not salad dressing.
That's a couple of grey hairs.
That can't be. I'm 28.
*looks beard over in mirror*
I'll be grey before I'm 30.
It's bad enough I'm already the "old man" as it is.
Don't need the grey hairs to prove it.
Two For OneI carefully scanned the video feed of the battle as it was projected. On one hand, Ishiyama could make for some astonishingly brutal matches due to how close-quarters it was; after all, that far down inside a mountain, and you often didn't know where your enemy was until you blundered into them. On the other hand, the system was so massive that in a one-on-one battle, it could take a while for any action to even begin.
Aside from myself and Kanz, only a handful of pilots remained after my father was taken down: Wizard, Eisensturm, Hazard, Templar, and Paladin. The latter two were gifts from what little bit of an intelligence service Rasalhague had. The other three were either Heimdall or MI, just like me and the old man. Between us, though, we had done just enough damage to the lower tiers (where we were consigned to after everything that happened) for the media to start paying attention to us again. But seven pilots and their support staff by themselves can only do so much, both in th
Jungle WarfareI stared into The Jungle, the dominant arena for the Laio-controlled sector of Solaris. Out there was a so-called mighty hunter, an ogre of a pilot riding in a 1-M Orion. By all rights, I was outmatched. Not only was my Shadow Hawk giving up a full 20 tons to the larger machine, the pilot also had a solid track record while in this stadium.
That ended tonight.
The guy's tactics never varied. He'd scope out the resident hotshots, see who had a relatively slow machine, and challenge them to a match. Of course, the thick growth that gave the arena its name would inevitably make their machines that much slower. All he had to do was maneuver his machine into a good firing position, usually the top of the hill next to the waterfall, and unload. He'd start off with his LRM 20, firing off all 12 volleys into his typically-oversized prey. Even a much larger mech, like an Atlas or a Banshee, would be forgiven for wilting under the barrage. By the time the Orion was out of LRM ammo, the target wo
Phantom Mech SkillI scanned the area as I hit my jump jets. Seems the Jaguars are getting tired of us retaking their planets, which is why the commander on this particular rock decided he was just going to go throw at us whatever he had. In that vein, the star of Daishi each one carrying a point of Elementals was a good choice to send against us, as mechs that heavy, while slow, had more than enough firepower to destroy some of our dropships, let alone the forces guarding them.
My orders had been simple: take a mixed company of light mechs out and deal with this sector. Our primary mission was to run interference so that the main assault force could worry about hitting the hard targets. As a secondary, we had free reign to hit whatever targets of opportunity we came across. Thing is, even with me arranging things so that my Shadow Hawk had full jump, I was still slower than Sergeant Hall's Valk or the mix of Stingers, Wasps, and Jenners (yes, I had a lance of Kuritan soldiers put under me;