"Son of a bitch!"
Ferry's Griffin barely avoided the Drac
Shadow Hawk's
punch. All around the two 'Mechs were
pieces. Maybe they were friends at one
time? Maybe enemies? It didn't matter now;
they were all just dead and
broken pieces. Ferry used the Crusader leg
his Griffin's articulated hands
were carrying to smack the Shadow Hawk's
medium laser out of alignment with
him. The errant beam harmlessly struck a
dead Commando, further making salvage
difficult.
Ferry let loose an LRM salvo,
missing his target and creating more heat.
Great. He thought. Just great. I wish I
still had my PPC... Ferry's train of
thought was disrupted as a single SRM from
the Shadow Hawk hit him.
"What the hell?"
He didn't want to fight anymore. He didn't
want to end up like
all his friends. Dead. Thats what they were.
And thats EXACTLY the opposite of what
he wanted to be. Running behind a stack of
dead Battlemechs, Ferry saw laser blasts
strike a ruined Jenner that got itself stuck
in the remains of a Banshee. As far as he
could tell, the two pilots survived, but
then killed eachother with small arms fire.
War is a sick thing, he kept telling
himself.
The Shadow Hawk came around a pillar
of debris, it's autocannon shread off, it's
LRM pack smashed in. The blue and crimson
paint job that once colored it was replaced
with craters and scrapes, revealing the
primer color. The 'Mech's large antenna that
sprung from it's back was torn off half way,
and myomer dangled from armor stripped leg
sections.
Yet, for some reason, it's pilot wanted to
fight.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
Ferry cried out, lashing at an enemy that
couldn't hear him. Ferry shook his head. The
Shadow Hawk pilot must not have understood.
All around the two 'Mechs was a man-made
canyon of ruined battlemechs and slaughtered
infantry. Ferry continued to shake his head.
"Well, I guess it had to come to this."
Ferry stopped shaking his head, tears
looming in his eyes.
"I GUESS IT HAS TO BE LIKE THIS!"
He screamed, bringing the Crusader's leg
into the Shadow Hawks mid section. The
Shadow Hawk's medium laser responded,
burning yet another hole in
the Griffin's almost non-existant armor.
Ferry continued to beat the Shadow Hawk
down, until it was as battered as all the
kadavers that surrounded them. Still, the
Shadow Hawk moved. On the ground, the
'Mech writhed like a cripple that fell out
of his wheel chair. The pilot exited the
cockpit, and Ferry was relieved at least
another person survived this battle.
Switching to external speakers, Ferry
announced to the broken Shadow Hawk and
pilot,
"I guess House Steiner has carried the day.
Don't worry though. I'm not killing you or
taking you prisoner."
Faintly, he could hear the pilot yelling
back at him.
"You have not won! I will not let you!"
The Kuritan pulled his Nakjama side arm out,
pelting the Griffin with
tiny laser beams. Ferry's cheeks swelled and
tears freely rolled down them.
"I guess... I guess it has to be like this."
He mumbled, as the Crusader's leg the
Griffin held came down on the Kuritan pilot.
War is a sick thing, he thought.
War is a sick thing.