Don't Just Sit There, Cadet...

It all started out as routine. Everything was great here at HQ. Just me and my commander, as well as a couple Jade Falcon Stars keeping watch. The only thing amiss was the weather; the scorching sun was so unbearable that I was afraid my Timberwolf would melt! I sure hoped my guard shift was over soon. Y'know, the Keshnik really needs to consider some turrets to keep watch over the place.

Then the time finally came. A Falcon Star came out of the 'Mech Bay adjacent to the Clan Hall. So relieved was I that I almost couldn't get the controls to steer for home. "Don't just sit there, cadet," came the stern voice of my C.O. through the comlink. "Get going! You wouldn't want to be late for supper, would you wet-nose?"

Letting out a little chuckle, I grabbed the joystick and turned up the acceleration. Facing the opening bay doors, I cruised smoothly inside. Call me crazy, but I believe I felt a breeze go through the cockpit as I entered, cooling my sweaty face. Now with somewhat renewed energy, I parked my 75 ton 'Mech into its storage bay. Quickly, I removed the straps which had held me for so long and jumped out onto some grating as my canopy opened. Finally, I thought, I can stretch my cramped muscles.

But, before I could head anywhere, there was a loud explosion! Turning around, I could see the futile efforts of my friends as they fought against a Wolf Trinary. Blast after blast pulverized their 'mechs, until the armor gave way. After seeing my friends blow up, I was not in the happiest of moods.

Man, I wanted to get those Wolf bastards to pay two-fold for that incident. So, into my Timberwolf I go, and out to recieve glory and honor on the field. Careful to watch the ever-growing heat of my 'mech on my console, I decided to try and make each shot count, and to make each shot precise. So, everytime one of those Wolf idiots came into range, I let loose all my weapons, hoping to inflict a lot of damage with one shot. Fortunately, it did.

As a Wolf Summoner rounded the corner of the Clan hall, I let him have 40 long range missiles and at least one blast from each laser in my arsenal. They hit him directly on the left side, causing his arm and leg to shatter under the impact. Having immobilized him, I moved in closer to finish him off. Then, out of nowhere, multiple barrages of PPC fire hit my 'mech's right arm. That cost me a large and medium laser, pissing me off bad. Turning to kick that bastard's hiney, I came face to face with a Wolf Warhawk.

Gulping down what was left in my dried mouth, I realized I wasn't in a very good position. Letting out a heavy sigh, I patiently waited for the death blow. But nothing came. Reopening my eyes, my ears fell prey to the earth-shattering noise of a great explosion, as my eyes watched in interest the decimation of the enemy. Peering to my right, my face was filled with the widest grin I ever smiled, while my C.O. stepped out into the sunlight inside of a Jade Falcon Dire Wolf.

Greatly relieved for the second time that day, I rotated the Timberwolf's torso to place my reticle over the last surviving Wolf 'mech there. Pressing the trigger that corresponded with my large laser repeatedly, I beheld the silent wonder of rusted metal and charred internals go flying around in the great, billowing cloud of fire that was once a Summoner. Sighing heavily, again, I turned and walked into the 'Mech Bay, parking it with confidence that I didn't just sit there in my cockpit that day. I actually felt something in my chest. Not one of those physical feelings, like heartburn or something. But an emotional one, where I felt like I'd actually got off my butt and made a difference.

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