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"There isn't going to be any deal," a haggard voice snarled over
the Combine tac-net channel.
Happousai, Tarou, and Kodachi turned to see a BattleMaster standing
at the edge of the woods, a crushed recon lance Stinger dangling limply
by the neck in its massive left fist. The Cameron Star of the Star League
Defense Force was painted upon its charred and muddy hull, and the double-
barreled PPC in its right hand glinted with wordless malice as a ray of
sunlight broke through the cloud bank to illuminate the dreaded assault
'mech.
Steam and wisps of smoke swirled from the Black Rose battlemech as
Ryouga tossed it to the ground before him with a heavy thud.
"Who do you think you are?!" Kodachi demanded of him.
"...Ryouga..." Tarou grunted to himself.
Happousai was stunned. The lost boy was alive!? It wasn't possible!
Not even someone as thick-headed as Ryouga could have survived a collapsing
building!
"Ryouga! How did you...?"
"There isn't going to be any deal," Ryouga intoned once more, the
BattleMaster shaking with rage that translated from his mind to the machine
it controlled. "Because *I* have the Library Core now... If you kill me, you
destroy it."
"Ryouga," Tarou said calmly, surprised and dismayed to see his former
comrade. He had expected to in the course of the fighting, but even
expecting
it had not prepared him for this encounter. "I'm warning you right now not
to
do anything rash... Now what exactly do you want?"
"I'm here to kill you, Tarou," Ryouga said quietly into the microphone.
The fearsome BattleMaster raised its PPC as he took in the sight of the many
Black Rose 'mechs that watched him with dread. A low and urgent tone sounded
in his ears as the six-rack SRM launcher acquired its first target, and the
hot smell of his cockpit filled his nostrils with its acrid fragrance. "I'm
here to kill every last one of you..."
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J. Austin Wilde and Fission Park Press proudly present:
BATTLETECH: THE SAOTOME GAMBIT
PART THIRTY
by J. Austin Wilde
Super Critical Reactor Axe Man,
Fission Park Press
wildeman@gci-net.com
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The characters and situations of Ranma 1/2 are the
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Chapter One
The Ruins of Ryuugenzawa City
15:10 Local Time
The thunderclap report of a Particle Projection Cannon filled the
cool damp air as Ryouga opened fire. The bolt of lightning slammed into
Happousai's Locust even as the flight of six short range missiles burst
from his launcher and into Tarou's Hunchback. Both 'mechs reeled from the
hits, with Happousai's Locust bursting into flames and tumbling to the
muddy ground as motes of fire coruscated from its spindly, flailing legs.
Happousai's yelp of surprise and alarm was cut short in a squawk of static.
The Hunchback caught most of the volley square in the turret-shaped head,
blasting away the armor in orange clouds of flame.
Kodachi shrieked at Ryouga as he charged at her, the four laser
projectors in the BattleMaster's torso flaying the armor of her black
Marauder in white hot streams of yellow-green light. She answered his
salvo with a double PPC blast of her own, the thunderbolts crisscrossing
with the laser beams in a cat's cradle of annihilation that made the air
shiver and tremble between the two battlemechs.
Ryouga felt the bolts cutting into his torso armor through his
neurohelmet link with the battlemech. The armor was thick, as thick as
any 'mech short of an Atlas, and he knew it would hold up against the
continued onslaught of Kodachi's Marauder - at least long enough for him
to rip her apart limb from limb. The BattleMaster dropped its shoulder
for a collision with her as she realized too late that he wasn't going
to stop.
The impact sent her Marauder staggering backwards, the derringer
forearm weapon pods turning mad circles in the air as the Black Rose
fought to control her machine. She toppled over onto the ground, knocking
down several tall trees as she fell. Ryouga pivoted the 85 ton BattleMaster
smartly as the rest of her troops shook off the mesmerizing carnage he had
inflicted in just a few seconds, and began to bear down on him. Their
beams and bolts buzzed chaotically around him as he took careful aim with
his own weapons, consumed with a cold fury that meant the deaths of anyone
foolish enough to stand their ground against him.
He was firing every weapon in lethal salvos at his enemies, expertly
maneuvering his monstrous battlemech with the determination to bring his
next target to bear and then destroy it. Black Rose 'mechs staggered and
fell under his onslaught, and a haze fell over the wooded battlefield from
the tremendous heat released from the weapons and pouring from his heat
sinks. The Black Rose forces, mostly Federated Shiratori mercenaries
recruited to Kodachi's banner with the promise of easy wealth and fame,
began to break and run under the barrage of the lone BattleMaster and its
homicidal pilot.
Ryouga pursued them, his mind lost in the moment, wanting only to
annihilate his enemies before they could hurt anyone else today. Only one
'mech stood its ground, a Black Rose Grasshopper whose laser arrays were
steaming with heat from wild, panicked fire.
The BattleMaster's metalshod fist crushed the weakened torso armor of
the Grasshopper as it tried to cover the retreat of its fellows. The arm
sank into the enemy 'mech up to the elbow as Ryouga felt his battlemech's
hand grasp the fiery fusion heart of the 70 ton Grasshopper, and with a
savage snarl that carried over his external speakers to the entire forest
clearing, he ripped the reactor from its mounts in a spray of liquid
nitrogen coolant and plasma flame. The reactor fused itself into a lifeless
grey lump of steaming metal in the BattleMaster's hand as Ryouga held it up
for the fleeing Black Rose 'mechs to see.
He turned slowly to face Tarou, who had righted his battlemech next
to the burning hulk of Happousai's Locust. Ryouga grinned ferally at the
handiwork of his PPC. The last time he had shot Happousai with it, on
Capra, the bolt had just missed hitting the center of mass and all of the
battlemechs' vital internals. This time, his aim had been true, and the
Locust was all but obliterated.
Tarou was in better shape, but only just. The Hunchback's head had
been blasted wide open by his missiles, and he could see his former friend
and companion through the blackened rents and streamers of smoke. The rest
of the 'mech was hardly touched, however, and the Tomodzuru autocannon was
aimed right at him.
"Damn you," Tarou said to him, his voice wracked with pain, and taut
and drawn with smoke inhalation.
"Is that all that you have to say to me, Tarou!?" Ryouga returned.
"'Damn you?'"
"We could have worked something out," Tarou replied with a cough, the
Hunchback moving slowly to circle the BattleMaster. Ryouga rotated to follow
the 'mech, not trusting his one-time friend for a moment. "Happousai was
my enemy too, or have you forgotten that?"
"You were ready to cut a deal with him!" Ryouga shot back.
Tarou laughed bitterly. "Do you think for one moment that I would
have honored a deal with that inhuman piece of shit?"
"I guess you're right," Ryouga said evenly. "But then, you didn't keep
your promise to Akane either."
The Hunchback tensed for a moment - a mental flinch translated through
Tarou's neurohelmet to his battlemech. Ryouga noted the reaction with a
scornful grunt.
"That's right," Tarou admitted at length. "I've always looked out for
Number One, Ryouga. I've never hidden that fact about me from you."
"There was time when you were my friend, Tarou," Ryouga returned, his
voice losing some of its scorn for a softer, regretful tone. "We may not
have seen eye to eye on things, but we always looked out for each other on
the battlefield. Were you looking out for 'Number One' then, too?"
Tarou was silent for a moment before responding. "What do you think,
Ryouga?"
The BattleMaster, its hull blackened and trailing wisps of smoke from
its savaged armor plating, wavered for a moment.
"I want to believe that there was a time when you actually cared about
someone other than yourself and your petty revenge," Ryouga replied.
"Don't talk to me about petty revenge!" Tarou snorted. "You were ready
to tear Saotome's head off over a stupid bread feud when we ran into him on
Capra! How long did you nurse that grudge, Ryouga? Seven years?"
"I got over it!" Ryouga snarled back, his fingers tensing on the weapon
release triggers the way he knew Tarou's must have been. "I've made my peace
with Ranma, and worked to make the Expedition a success! You sold us out the
first chance you got! You broke your promise to Akane, and by bringing the
Black Rose to Ryuugenzawa, you've hurt and threatened people I care about!"
He almost expected Tarou to fire in that moment, and with his weapons
aimed at the Hunchback's head, the exchange would have been instantly fatal
to both of them. Instead, the Hunchback lowered its arms and stood silent
before him.
"It doesn't have to end like this, Ryouga," Tarou said quietly.
"If you and Kodachi leave this planet, it won't," he returned.
"We can still make a deal," Tarou pressed. "You need us to fight off
the Commonwealth. If we join forces, we can still escape the system with
the Library Core. Think about it, Ryouga."
Ryouga wanted to squeeze the triggers, but his fingers wouldn't move
that last millimeter.
He did not see that Kodachi's Marauder had risen to its cloven-hoofed
feet behind him, the forearm weapon pods poised to strike him down in twin
bolts of particle beam fire.
Tarou, however, did.
"Aim for the legs!" he cried, throwing his Hunchback clear as Ryouga
realized too late that Kodachi was behind him. "We need that Library Core
intact!"
The bolts slammed into the backs of the BattleMaster's thighs. The
armor held, but the double impact sent him staggering forward, the aft-
mounted medium lasers of his 'mech firing wildly at her in return. He
twisted as he stumbled forward, bringing his own PPC to bear on Tarou,
as more bolts of particle beam fire struck him in the back.
His guns fired at Tarou, striking the Hunchback square in the chest
and just low of his intended target - the head. Then he was toppling over
to fall face-first onto the ground. He fought his controls as he tried
to roll upright and continue the struggle, all with Kodachi cackling
maniacally in his headset.
"What's the matter, dear?" she chortled with mock-sweetness. The
Marauder loomed over him as he rolled onto his back, the twin weapon
pods aimed low at his battlemech's torso and the vital gyroscope mount
that maintained his stability. "Did we fall down?"
"Give us the Library Core," Tarou added. "It's all we want. When we
get it, we'll lift off and never visit this mudball again."
"Speak for yourself, lover," Kodachi snorted. "As long as I'm here,
I want to kill Akane Tendo."
"Never," Ryouga spat before Tarou could rebutt his Combine mistress.
"You'll have to kill me."
"If necessary," Tarou returned.
"Let's be done with this," Kodachi sniffed. "He's caused more damage
to my regiment than I care to think about." She dropped one of her weapon
pods down at the BattleMaster's bulbous cockpit canopy until it was
touching the clear polycarbonate armor, the medium laser mounted just
beneath the PPC emitter aimed squarely at Ryouga's lower cockpit seat. She
could burn through the canopy and fry him without risking harm to the
armored strongbox in the other seat.
"Don't you touch him!" a girl's voice cried out over the tac-net.
The voice was followed by the staccatto crackle of a heavy pulselaser,
and brilliant flashes of coherent light slamming into the hull of
Kodachi's Marauder.
The Black Rose pivoted on her heels to face Ranma in her Super Phoenix
Hawk LAM.
"Do I know you?" Kodachi asked her, her voice dripping with menace.
"That's Saotome!" Tarou cried. "Kill him!"
"Ranma Saotome?" Kodachi asked incredulously. The voice she heard
over the radio sounded nothing like the man who had defied her attempt
to kill Akane Tendo on the planet Capra. "Are you joking, my love? THAT'S
Ranma Saotome?"
"It's him!" Tarou confirmed. "Trust me!"
Ranma goosed her jets, her LAM leaping into the air as Kodachi
hesitated. She soared overhead to land behind the Black Rose, and hammered
her once more with pulselaser fire from her engine/weapon pod. Tarou let
fly with a wild shot from his autocannon, the depleted uranium dart clipping
a chunk of armor off the pod before sailing on uselessly downrange.
"You okay, Ryouga!?" Ranma asked worriedly while hosing pulselaser
fire back at Tarou.
"Leave Tarou to me, Ranma!" Ryouga snarled, drawing his BattleMaster
up to its full height, and stomping towards the misshapen battlemech while
it was busy fending off Ranma's barrage.
"No argument, man," Ranma returned. "Good to see you're still alive."
Kodachi interrupted them with a long burst from her autocannon, the
shells howling around Ranma's Super Phoenix Hawk as she juked and dodged
wildly to avoid them. As she gained altitude in Airmech Mode, she saw that
the rest of Kodachi's forces were rallying near the burning ruins of the
colony town, and were starting their return to the fight.
"We've got more company on the way," she cautioned Ryouga.
Ryouga didn't respond, because he was busy attacking Tarou. The
Hunchback bobbed and weaved to avoid his blasts meant for the battlemech's
vulnerable head, and in turn Tarou was handicapped by the need to cripple
his foe without risking the destruction of the library core. The two 'mechs
spiralled around each other, firing madly as they went.
"It ends here, Tarou!" he barked.
"I've worked too hard for this to let you stop me!" Tarou returned
fiercely. A shell from his autocannon slammed into the BattleMaster's knee,
blasting apart the armor and damaging the actuator. The assault 'mech
staggered with the hit, but not before the final missile volley from its
six-rack SRM launcher slammed home into the Hunchback's torso.
Both battlemechs went down, obscured by smoke and flames. Ranma cried
out Ryouga's name, and was answered only by another burst of autocannon
fire from Kodachi. The shells spanged off her armor, gouging craters in
the precious ferro-fibrous plating that protected her, and haloing her in
a nimbus of golden sparks.
"That's about enough outta you, sister!" she yelled at Kodachi, and
put her LAM into a power dive. Kodachi raised her derringer weapon pods
to blow her away with a double PPC barrage, only to lose an arm at the
elbow joint as the Super Phoenix Hawk swooped overhead, grabbing the limb,
and ripping it out of its ball-and-socket connection.
"How dare you!?" Kodachi shrieked indignantly at Ranma. "Assaulting
the Black Rose of the Furinkan Combine?! Such impertinence!"
The Phoenix Hawk LAM cast the severed limb aside as it banked for
another pass.
"Yeah, what do you think I was gonna do, lady? Let you shoot me?"
Kodachi was wroth, and it showed in her voice. "It's the least you
can do, peasant!"
"Man," Ranma snorted. "You sound just like your idiot brother."
Kodachi gasped in disgust at the idea. "You horrible creature!" she
cried angrily. "To think that I once desired you!"
Ranma tried to suppress a cold shiver at the notion that Kodachi
wanted her. It was too sick to think about.
The Black Rose fired another long burst at Ranma with her autocannon,
which succeeded only in chewing up the forest around the agile LAM as it
boosted clear.
"Hold still, you!" she cried impatiently. "At least try to die with
some dignity and grace!"
Ranma gave her a wet raspberry over the tac-net as she raced away
from the battle in the hopes of drawing the Black Rose away from Ryouga
and Tarou. The BattleMaster didn't look like it was up to a two-on-one
confrontation. She did not see how the two combatants had knocked each
other over as she fled with Kodachi in hot pursuit.
* * *
"Hold on, Sayuri," Yuka begged her friend, who was growing paler by
the moment.
The thump of heavy battlemech feet made her look up with a mixture of
hope and dread. A Centurion burst through the trees, its heavy autocannon
probing for the enemy. When she saw that it was Doctor Tofu and not an
enemy, Yuka waved and yelled frantically for its attention.
Tofu dismounted at once with his medical kit and a portable cutting
torch in hand. A Victor stomped into the small clearing formed by the
crashlanding Phoenix Hawk LAM, and took up the job of protecting them while
Tofu went to work.
He blanched at the sight of what had happened, and understood the
need for the cutting tools.
"How bad is it, Doctor Tofu?" Kasumi called over the external speakers.
"I might need your help, Kasumi," he replied.
"I'll be right there."
Yuka hovered over the doctor as he checked Sayuri's vital signs and
pronounced her condition as grave. He dug into his kit for the bags of
whole blood and his transfusion apparatus, knowing that he needed to
replace her blood volume now before any attempts could be made to cut
her free. More than the whole blood though, he needed lots of blood
plasma for Sayuri to keep her pressure up, a commodity he did not possess.
There were other concerns, for the shard of metal had clearly pierced her
left lung, and she risked aspirating blood into the uninjured right lung
if he could not drain it and repair the damage.
"One step at a time," he told himself. If he didn't stabilize Sayuri,
and soon, none of his other concerns would matter. "Set up that cutting
torch," he ordered Yuka, more to keep her out of his way while he did his
work than anything else. Kasumi's gasp of horror at the grisly sight of
Sayuri's injuries was his first indication that she was there. The fear
that he would seize up when Sayuri needed him most gripped him, but to his
surprise he found that with something urgent to occupy his mind, he could
function normally.
"I need you to elevate this for me, please," he told the woman of
his dreams, and handed her the bag of precious type-B whole blood.
"Of course, Doctor Tofu," Kasumi replied coolly. "Do you think you
can save her?"
Tofu caught the worried look in Yuka's eyes and nodded. "I haven't
lost a patient on this expedition, and I don't plan on starting now."
The transfusion started, he began assessing the situation. The best
way to release her from the piece of metal that impaled her was to cut it
from both ends and remove her from the cockpit with the rest still inside.
He didn't have the facilities to try and remove all of it safely in the
field.
"Start about five centimeters back from the point of penetration,"
Tofu advised Yuka. "The metal will act as a heat sink for the torch, but
under the circumstances, it should work in our favor. Any cauterization
caused by it will slow the bleeding until I can get her to Sickbay on
the _Palomino._"
"I don't know if I can do this," Yuka said uneasily.
"Then hold this," Tofu told her impatiently, taking the bag of whole
blood that drained into Sayuri's vein from Kasumi and handing it to her.
"Kasumi, I need you to steady Sayuri while I make the cut."
"Of course, Doctor," she replied quietly. The crush of heavy
battlemech feet made the ground tremble slightly, and she wondered if
she was really serving them better by standing here, and not in her
Victor.
It was awkward having to work in such a narrow space as the gap in
the canopy afforded, and he wasn't the most experienced hand with a
cutting torch. He struck the flame and edged carefully into the cockpit
as Sayuri emitted a low gasp of pain. He drew the plasma torch over the
section of wing as quickly as he dared, trying to vaporize as much metal
as possible without dribbling molten drops of it onto the girl's legs and
torso. He was mostly successful, and the pressure suit's ablative lining
helped with the rest, but she was probably going to have a few small
burn scars when all was said and done. Her tiny hisses of pain through
her unconsciousness were enough to tell him that.
When he was through with the first section, he wrenched at the canopy,
shoving it clear and giving him more room to work with. The section of
wingtip that had penetrated through her body and into the seat came free,
and Sayuri pitched forward. The section that had penetrated her back was
much shorter than he had feared, and Tofu decided to leave well enough
alone.
"Let's get her out," he said to the two women, and lifted Sayri
gently out of her cockpit seat.
"Which 'mech should we transport her in?" Kasumi asked.
"Yours, I think," Tofu replied. He turned to Yuka. "Ever pilot a
battlemech before?"
Yuka rubbed at her temple, relieved that her friend was no longer
pinned into her wrecked fighter. "Once. I wasn't very good at it."
"Consider this a second chance," the doctor told her. "The neurohelmet
is in the cockpit."
Yuka nodded reluctantly, and started for the Centurion. Tofu, holding
Sayuri in his arms as Kasumi took back the blood transfusion, gave her a
gentle look.
"I don't want to lose anyone, Kasumi," he said quietly as they walked
carefully towards the Victor. "But I know it might be too much to hope."
"I know, Doctor," she replied, thinking about the suffering she had
witnessed on Oni. "All we can do is try, and I admire you for not giving
up on anyone."
He blushed at this, and tried not to drop his precious charge in his
delirium. It was difficult, because hearing such a thing from Kasumi made
his heart leap in his chest.
* * *
"Ranma! Where the heck do you think you're going?!" a certain Tomboy
cried out over the tac-net as Ranma's Phoenix Hawk LAM evaded Kodachi's
weapon fire.
"Why are you asking me such dumb questions?" she retorted.
"Akane Tendo?!" Kodachi shrilled before Ranma's fiancee could muster
up a scream. "Is that really you?"
Akane's face appeared abruptly on the Black Rose's display. She was
wrathful and grim, a combination that the Combine princess found quite
unsettling. "It's me, Kodachi. I'm three hundred meters north of you right
now, so if you want to finish what we started on Port Said, I'd be happy
to oblige you."
"Done and done!" Kodachi cried happily in spite of her misgivings.
"May we fight in all fairness!"
"Oh no!" Akane shot back. "I'm not falling for that again."
"Why, you detestable little trollop, whatever do you mean?" Kodachi
said, her voice dripping with malice.
"You know what I'm talking about, you crazy witch!" Akane cried
angrily. "For every crime you've perpetrated on the people of the
Confederation, I'm going to pay it back with interest, and I'm going
to do it in spite of your dirty tricks!"
"You and what army, harridan!" Kodachi trilled.
"I don't need an army, Kodachi. Remember what I did to you on Port
Said!" Akane pointed out gleefully. "You couldn't retreat fast enough
from me!"
"How dare you accuse the Black Rose of cowardice!?"
"It's easy: I just tell it like it happened!"
Kodachi let out a strangled gasp of rage and frustration, and then
abandoned her pursuit of Ranma to attack Akane.
Ranma watched the two close with each other at full speed. "And
people say the two of *us* bicker?" she remarked to herself.
Akane was ready when Kodachi's Marauder bore down on her. As the black
battlemech cleared a row of trees that separated them, she let her enemy
have it with both Donal PPCs. The weapon arms spat forth twin arcs of blue-
white lightning that tore into the Marauder's leg armor. She corrected for
her low aim as her father positioned his Warhammer for a shot of his own
against the Black Rose, and Ukyou triggered her Hatchetman's jump jets to
attack from behind.
"Kodachi's mine," she growled to them. "Help Ranma and Ryouga!"
"If you insist, hon'," Ukyou replied, and maneuvered in mid jump to
put her closer to the dueling BattleMaster and Hunchback. Soun moved past
the two combatants at a distance, followed by a wary Genma Saotome in his
battle-scarred Orion.
"Your confidence amuses me," Kodachi chuckled, and returned fire with
her autocannon, blazing streams of armor piercing shells that spanged off
the Warhammer's torso in flurries of red and gold sparks. "Though it is
completely without merit."
"I beat you once," Akane returned. "I'll do it again."
"A fluke," Kodachi sniffed. She slowed her advance to bring her
remaining PPC to bear. "I shall defeat you with only one arm!"
The PPC fired, and the thunderbolt crashed into the Warhammer as Akane
triggered her six-rack SRM launcher. Fingers of electricity crackled from
the impact point of the particle beam, reaching out to caress the stubby
missiles as they sprang from their tubes. The missiles began to explode
right in front of the Warhammer, engulfing it in a fireball.
Kodachi shrieked laughter at her sudden windfall, and charged in to
attack in the confusion. As the fireball blackened into a column of oily
smoke, the long armored tube of a Donal PPC appeared, clouting the Marauder
across the snout-like cockpit with a resounding impact.
"Wicked strumpet!" Kodachi cried indignantly, reaching up underneath
her neurohelmet to rub her temple, sore after getting rattled in her
cockpit. Akane's Warhammer stepped through the smoke with the other arm
coming up to deal a second blow. "You cheated, making me think that you
had exploded so conveniently!"
The Black Rose turned it aside with the stump of her Marauder's
right arm, and followed through with a backhanded bitch-slap across
the Warhammer's cockpit visor with her remaining derringer arm. The
Warhammer reeled from the blow, but its low center of gravity kept it
from toppling over. Kodachi then hammered away at point blank range
with her Whirlwind autocannon, one of the few weapons she could use
effectively this close. Then, receiving a sudden flash of inspiration,
she shifted her fire into the trees behind the Warhammer, cutting them
down and sending them crashing into the battlemech.
The Warhammer staggered under the hits of ancient hardwood trees,
and was engulfed in their green foliage. The gun-barrel PPC arms swiped
madly at the branches in an attempt to clear them away from her blinded
sensors, but lacking actual hands, the task was less than successful.
Kodachi blasted her with her remaining PPC while she struggled, chortling
over the external PA with her victory.
"Now who's the cheat!?" Akane snarled accusingly. She wiped at the
thin line of blood that trickled from her lip where she had bitten down
on it with the force of Kodachi's slap. As she moved, the weight of the
trees dragged them off her hull, and finally cleared her view.
She began to backpedal, moving under a hail of 90mm shells and
the assault of Kodachi's maniacal laughter, to give herself an effective
field of fire with her twin gun clusters. She raked the Marauder with
laser and machinegun fire, tearing into the two turbine-driven cooling
pods on either side of the battlemech's cannon. The intakes caught a
stream of fire that disintegrated the thinly armored intake screens and
then proceeded to blast apart the turbines.
The Marauder twitched spasmodically at her hit, nearly falling to
its knees. Akane fired the six-rack SRM launcher once more, and without
a particle beam bolt to interfere with her shot, was rewarded with the
sight of all six missiles hitting. The black Marauder's steeply-sloped
armor made the hits less than effective, however, as most of the
explosive force was spread out along the long curved sweep of the
battlemech's flanks. Head-on fire at the torso wasn't going to work;
she needed to hit it from an oblique angle at the every least, and
directly from the sides at best.
At least her gun clusters had been effective. She could see the
expanding waves of heat mirage coming from Kodachi's radiators, and knew
that without the turbine fans blowing tons of air across them, her ability
to dissipate heat was going to be greatly diminished. Hopefully, she'd
think twice about firing her remaining PPC.
"Where do you think you're going?" Kodachi demanded in a shaky voice
as Akane moved her Warhammer away in a flanking attempt. "Running away
already, are we?" Her autocannon pivoted on its mast-like mount to continue
spraying the Warhammer with fire.
To hear fear creeping into the Black Rose's voice made Akane's heart
swell. Kodachi had done so much damage to the Confederation in the past,
ended so many innocent lives, and terrorized entire planets. Now she was
alone, fighting to the death in a battlemech that was half-crippled. Now
the debts she had accrued against the Confederation would be repaid.
"I don't have to explain myself to the likes of you," Akane retorted,
and let Kodachi have it with both Donal PPCs. The twin thunderbolts gushed
from the tube-like weapon arms with deafening reports, and dashed against
the Marauder's broad expanse of torso flank. The chattering of the
autocannon stopped abruptly, followed immediately by the stacatto flashes
of ammunition cooking off within the weapon's magazine. The force of the
blast ripped the intact left arm off at the shoulder joint, venting
catastrophically from the torn armor, and flinging blobs of bright green
tracers in lazy arcs into the remaining trees.
The Marauder toppled over and crashed in a twisted heap. Long plumes
of black smoke poured from the carbonized hole in the torso armor, and
small fires burned within. Akane brought her Warhammer up to inspect her
fallen enemy, and noted with satisfaction that the Marauder remained as
silent and still as death.
She sank into her ejector seat with a long, drawn-out, and weary
sigh. This was the ending that should have happened on Port Said six
months ago. Kodachi Kuno, the Black Rose of the Furinkan Combine, was
defeated.
* * *
"I'd watch those damaged knees if I were you," Tarou observed
sardonically as he maneuvered through dense woods to evade Ryouga's
particle beam riposte. "They'll be the death of you."
Ryouga knew it without needing a reminder from his enemy. The
actuator damage his 'mech had suffered was slowing him down. He was at
full throttle and only managing cruise speed in his pursuit. Another
good hit would tear off a leg, which he was sure was what Tarou had in
mind. He was as obsessed with the library core as Happousai had been.
He also knew that Tarou was almost out of shells for his Tomodzuru
autocannon, and that when they were expended, he would be down to a pair
of medium lasers for his armament. Ryouga still had his formidable array
of lasers, plus his PPC. That came out to a significant advantage in a
fight.
Getting Tarou to use those last two or three shots without being hit
was the challenge.
The battered Hunchback turned around the copse of trees to come back
at him. He responded with all four of his medium lasers, the beams crackling
through the air at the battlemech, and cutting four black swaths through
the torso. Sparks flashed from the rents in Tarou's armor, and for a moment
Ryouga thought he had set off the autocannon's ammunition.
The depleted uranium dart that crashed into his torso was proof enough
that he hadn't. The impact staggered his 'mech, and spoiled his aim with
the hand held PPC. His armor was practically gone over his right torso, the
last hit gouging a crater in the thick plating with a diameter big enough
for a man to stand inside.
How many of those do you have left, Tarou? he wondered angrily. The
patient and loving work Akari had invested in his Battlemaster was being
destroyed by that terrible weapon, and he wasn't going to stand for it.
"I'm going to finish this, Tarou!" he cried. "Now, stand and fight
it out, Monster-boy!"
"Be reasonable and eject!" Tarou returned. "Or if you're so eager to
die, at least eject your rear seat and spare the library core!"
"I'd rather see it destroyed than have you or Kodachi get your hands
on it!"
Ryouga put his 'mech into a charge, intent on running down the
Hunchback that he out-massed by thirty-five tons. Tarou stopped short and
fired another shot from his autocannon that crashed into the center of the
BattleMaster's torso. Armor spalled off in waves, and curled up into steel
shavings at the red hot edges of the crater, but the plating was at its
thickest there, and it held - barely.
"You're forcing me to kill you, Ryouga!" Tarou answered, hosing laser
fire at the BattleMaster's legs. "I've tried to avoid that so far, but you
leave me no choice!"
Ryouga triggered his lasers again, the beams slicing apart an arm
in clouds of ionized gas. "I won't allow you to profit from your betrayal!"
He could see the Hunchback tense for another autocannon shot and knew
that he wouldn't reach it in time to ram. One more hit from that thing would
be enough to destroy him, and if Tarou's aim was true, he would lose a leg,
and his enemy would win.
The shot did not come, nor did he hear Tarou's scream of frustration
over the din of his own war cry. The BattleMaster crashed into the smaller
Hunchback, forcing it up into the air as its massive limbs grappled. Still
yelling his lungs out, Ryouga wrenched the Hunchback up over his
battlemech's
head before throwing it down with all his might. The BattleMaster's myomer
bundles groaned in protest over the load as he exerted them to their very
limits.
The Hunchback hit the ground with a crash, bits of metal and clods of
dirt flying from the huge divot it made. Ryouga spun his BattleMaster
around,
kicking the fallen 'mech with a full power blow. The Hunchback's right arm
was torn away from the elbow joint, leaving it completely defenseless to his
attacks.
He laid into Tarou with everything he had; punches, kicks, stomps,
and more. Sparks flew from his battlemech's hands as they smashed apart
armor, foamed aluminum skeletal components, and magnetic-piston actuators.
He continued pounding on the Hunchback in a rage, long after it had ceased
to be a battlemech; it was now nothing more than an ugly, formless lump of
steel and composites that smoldered and leaked nameless fluids from the
folds and rents.
"Ryouga!" Ukyou called to him. "That's enough already!"
He didn't hear her as she again called to him to stop. It took a
mechanized hand on his cocked fist to get his attention.
"You got him," she said quietly. "Trust me on this one, honey."
His throat was raw from screaming, and it took him a moment to find
his voice. It unnerved him to think that he had become so mindless and
insane in a battle, even one on which so much depended.
"Okay," he panted finally. "You're right."
He turned to see the Warhammers of Akane and her father, Commander
Saotome's Orion, and Ranma's Super Phoenix Hawk LAM standing in a line,
watching him worriedly.
"Are you okay, Ryouga?" Akane asked.
"Yeah," he gushed. He did not want Akane to see him like this, not
like some wild animal that needed to put down for its own good. "I'm all
right... Wha-What about the rest of Kodachi's troops?"
"Makin' a run for it," Ranma replied. "It seems you scare the piss
outta them, Ryouga." The Super Phoenix Hawk's head inclined in Akane's
direction. "And with the cavalry coming like it did, they totally lost
their nerve."
"Great," Ryouga huffed wearily. "What now?"
"Musk Dynasty forces are approaching the _Palomino's_ position,"
Akane replied. "There's no chance of us getting back there in time to
stop them, even if we had the numbers to do it, but I just spoke with
Captain Grant, and he says they're ready to lift off."
"So we headin' to the bunker then?" Ranma asked her. She was all
for leaving the planet as soon as possible.
"Just as soon as we link up with Kasumi and Doctor Tofu," she
confirmed. "I only hope Sayuri can hold on a little longer."
"Let's move out," Soun said to them. "We can't stay here."
Akane's Warhammer set a PPC arm against Ranma's Super Phoenix
Hawk LAM as the rest agreed and turned northwest. "Stay with me on
the ground for awhile, Ranma," she said to him.
The battlemech cocked its head at her, aping the gesture Ranma
made within her cockpit.
"What for? You'll need an eye in the sky if you want to avoid
those Musk jokers."
The Warhammer emitted a puff of steam from its heat sinks, an
autonomous heat dumping function that was utterly coincidental with
Akane's mood shift. Ranma's 'mech edged away nervously from her
anyway.
"I just wanted to see you," Akane said to her through clenched
teeth. "You worry me half to death with your wandering off and not
reporting in, then you take on a force ten times your own without
so much as a simple request for help, then you... Oh, nevermind."
"All right already," Ranma replied. "I'll stick around for a
few minutes if it'll make you feel better. Jeez..."
The two 'mechs began walking together, leaving Ryouga behind.
The fanged mechwarrior took one last look at the ruins of Pansuto
Tarou's Hunchback, and tried to forget the years they had been
comrades. Though those days had been anything but idyllic, they
represented a simpler time that was now forever lost to him.
"Goodbye, Tarou," he said to the pile of burnt scrap.
"Coming, Ryouga?" Akane asked him over the radio.
He nodded his head, looked over his shoulder at the armored
strongbox that contained the library core, and let out a sigh.
"On my way," he replied.
Chapter Two
The DropShip _Palomino_
15:18 Local Time
"Kick the tires and light the fires!" Grant yelled to his crew while
stepping onto the Flight Deck with his pressure suit helmet under his arm.
"We've got less than ten minutes before this position gets overrun." He
wanted to give Lady Akane and the others more time to return, but the Musk
Dynasty wasn't allowing it.
"Commencing reactor start-up," the Co-Pilot declared, punching in the
commands to his board. The DropShip's computer acknowledged the command
with an automated warning over the ship's 1MC intercom circuit. "Ignition
in five... four... three... two... one... mark!"
The lights flickered for a moment. Displays shifted and danced on
the Flight Deck as vital systems prepared themselves automatically for
activation.
"The reactor is online. Fusion plant power indications stable and
ranging within normal variances," the Co-Pilot announced. "Port cooling
loop pressure holding steady. Shifting the power distribution system to
a normal full-power line up."
"Main Engine sequence start," the Pilot added. The massive engine
turbines in the Port Atmospheric Manuevering Engine began to spool up with
a deep drone well aft of the cockpit. The DropShip shifted slightly on its
landing gear, as if anticipating its coming leap into the sky. "Main Engine
induction pressure rising. Main Engine low induction pressure alarm clear."
Captain Grant nodded coolly for them and then turned back to face Tad
and the two Gunner's Mates.
"Status of weapons and sensors?" he asked them.
"Fire Control is green. All weapon mounts indicate ready."
Petty Officer Howard gave him a 'thumbs up.' "All active and passive
arrays are green. Request permission to radiate with active radar."
"Hold off on the active radar," Grant cautioned him. "I want to make
certain we can get off the ground before I advertise our presence. With Yuka
and Sayuri down, we have no air support."
"Main Engines ready for lift-off," the Pilot announced a moment later.
"Good," Grant rumbled. "Inform Lady Akane that we are lifting off,
and that we will meet her and the rest of Red Lance at the secondary
rendezvous point."
"Aye aye, sir," the Co-Pilot acknowledged.
"Take us up," Grant ordered.
The Pilot throttled up, and with a roar of fusion heated turbojets,
the _Palomino_ began to rise into the air. A cheer went up as the Pilot
rotated the ship ninety degrees to put it on the proper heading, and then
began edging forward slowly so as not to overtax the engines.
"Quiet!" Grant barked. "We're not out of this yet! Tad, you keep your
sensors peeled for the bad guys. We know they're close."
Tad was already hunched over his displays as the DropShip picked up
speed.
"Aye sir, scanning now... Captain, I'm picking up ground based search
radar, Garrett-type air defense sets." He bit his lip nervously as he
punched in several command functions into the sensory gear. "Bearing
two-two-six, relative; range is real damn close, sir!"
"How close?" Grant demanded. "I want specifics!"
Autocannon tracers lit into them as he asked, and the DropShip
trembled as they bit into the thick portside armor.
"Eight hundred meters!" Tad replied. "Enemy battlemechs bearing
two-two-six, relative; range eight hundred meters!"
"Increase speed!" Grant ordered the Pilot. "Return fire!"
The *whooosh* of the port-side LRM-20 rack was quickly followed by
the crackle of the twin heavy laser and point defense medium laser turrets.
It was a relatively small amount of firepower, but with luck, sufficient
to the task of harassing the enemy and denying them an easy shot.
The _Palomino_ began to shake again as more autocannon fire struck
the ship. Then two particle beam cannon bolts slammed into the aft section,
sounding alarms on the Flight Deck. The gunner on the port side returned
fire with all he had, and yet he did nothing to stop the onslaught.
"There's a whole battalion down there," he shrieked, still firing
his weapons as fast as the systems would permit.
"Pressure's dropping in the port coolant loop!" the Co-Pilot added.
An alarm wailed as he spoke. "Port Loop Low Pressure Alarm!"
"I'm losing thrust in the manuevering engines," the Pilot intoned.
"Switching to HEPLAR drive; hang on!"
The DropShip's plasma drive ignited with a roar, and the sudden
increase in thrust threw off the Musk Dynasty aim, giving them a few
blessed seconds of relief. The _Palomino_ careened just above the verdant
Ryuugenzawa forest, trailing lines of smoke from its wounds as it sought
escape.
"Damage report!" Grant ordered, watching as the Engineering repeater
display began hemorrhaging red light.
Akari's quavering voice answered for the Engineer. "We have a leak
in the port loop!" she said over the intercom. "We're compensating by
injecting fresh coolant from the cryogenic plant, but once we run out
of liquid nitrogen..."
"How long?" Grant asked bitterly.
"Ten minutes at present rate of consumption, sir. Probably less
than that if the leak rate increases with pipe erosion through the
source of the leak."
"Keep the pressure above the safety shutdown point," Grant ordered.
"Strike that!" he amended. "I order you to take the Reactor Protection
System console to Battleshort!"
"Take the RPS console to Battleshort, aye," Akari replied. The
Battleshort Mode would disable all of the fusion plant's automated
safety shut-down commands. Grant intended to run the reactor into
the ground if necessary to escape the Musk Dynasty. "Flight Deck,
Engineering; the RPS console is set to Battleshort."
Grant acknowledged Akari's report and turned to his Pilot. "Keep us
in the air," he told him. "Plot a course for the Orochi bunker. We can
get that far at least, and then have the _Tautog's_ shuttles pick us up
from there."
"I'll keep us in the air," the Pilot returned. "But I don't like the
idea of abandoning ship."
"Neither do I," Grant said tersely. "But we've got to keep our options
open."
* * *
Musk Dynasty Headquarters Company
Ian Cameron Starport
15:22 Local Time
"<That was unexpected,>" Mechwarrior General Herb said to himself as
the _Palomino_ escaped. There had been no reports of Black Rose DropShips
within the bounds of the starport.
"<Track them,>" he ordered his operations section. "<Dispatch a lance
of fighters to destroy that ship at once.>"
The thought occured to him that the ship might in fact belong to the
Confederation, that they had in fact survived the Orochi. It made the case
for Shampoo's survival that much more compelling, and made him wonder again
where Mousse had run off to. Lime and Mint had thus far failed to find him.
"<A change in plans,>" he told his Operations Officer. "<Have the
fighters tail the DropShip at a distance, but do not have them engage. If
the ship should land for any reason, I want its location reported to me
immediately.>"
"<At once, my lord General,>" the officer replied.
The matter settled, he returned his attention to the starport. He
wasn't
impressed. The place looked as if it had been mauled a very long time ago.
If
there was anything of value here, he would need a lot of uninterrupted time
to search for it.
As his 'mechs cleared the ruined hulk of an ancient Leopard class
DropShip,
he spied several battlemechs standing in a line, their arms at their sides,
and
their systems apparently quiescent. One of them, a Centurion, had been
heavily
and recently damaged. The others; a Wasp, another Centurion, and two
Catapults,
looked pristine in their SLDF livery.
"<Hold your fire,>" he ordered his troops. "<Approach with caution, but
I want those 'mechs captured intact.>"
We must have frightened the DropShip off with our advance, he realized.
These Confederation fools obviously know where this world's treasures can be
found.
An officer with a hulking bear-like frame and yellow ursine eyes
appeared on his display, interrupting his train of thought.
"<My lord General, our scouts have located a pitched battle twenty
kilometers south of our position between Black Rose forces and an unknown
third party. They are requesting further instruction.>"
Herb considered this. The third party in question most likely belonged
to the Confederation. He needed knowledgable prisoners if he was going to
make his search for lostech more efficient.
"<Have them remain out of sight, but in contact with the battle. They
are not to engage. If they are attacked, they are to withdraw while keeping
me informed of the enemy's positions,>" he declared. "<Order Fox and Serpent
Companies to turn south and engage the Black Rose's troops. Any other 'mechs
encountered are to be captured with their mechwarriors alive. The remaining
companies will stay here and secure the starport.>"
"<At once, my lord General!>"
He turned his Grand Dragon on its heels, and headed back towards his
personal DropShip. He would wait there for any prisoners that were captured,
or for news of the Confederation DropShip's destination. The planet was by
all rights his now, all that was left was the extermination of Kodachi
Kuno's
rag-tag regiment, and the final disposition of Mousse and Shampoo.
Tatewaki's
fleet was surely headed inexorably towards their deaths at the hands of the
Orochi, and he wanted to be close to his sources of information for the
battle
in orbit to confirm this.
SLDFS _Coronet_
15:23 Local Time
"Engineering, report status of restoring main power," Captain Hinako
Ninomiya ordered. They had been dead in space for over half an hour since
they had successfully fired their Main Gun to destroy an Orochi satellite,
an act which had quenched their fusion reactor in the process. A back-up
fission plant was to have come on to provide emergency power, but it too
had inexplicably failed.
Lieutenant Fulton, Hinako's Assistant Engineer from the _Dragonfly,_
and currently Chief Engineer of the _Coronet,_ answered her over the
intercom system.
"Ma'am, we think we've got the problem isolated to a logic controller
in the power distribution system," Fulton replied. His face was damp with
sweat, as the engineering crew was operating without the luxury of the
ventilation system to conserve the cruiser's emergency batteries. "It's
holding up both powerplants on a switchgear fault, making their controllers
believe that the main distribution switchgear is grounded, and keeping them
offline."
"What does all that mean in terms of time to restore power?" she asked
him. Engineers tended to speak as if everyone within earshot understood
their
arcane jargon, and it had been a long time since she had attended the basic
engineering courses required of prospective starship commanders.
"If we swap the controller out with a spare, factor in time to
load the program from the archives, and everything actually works as
advertised, I'd say we can start up the fusion plant within forty-five
minutes."
Hinako slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. A look from
Captain Hauptmann at the Fire Control station confirmed her misgivings.
"Fulton, we don't *have* forty-five minutes. There are six troop carrier
shuttles on their way to take this ship as a prize."
Fulton grimaced at the news. "I don't know what to tell you, ma'am.
This process is pretty straightforward. There really aren't any corners
to cut, but we'll do our best."
Hinako sighed wearily and signed off. Captain Hauptmann waved her over
to the Fire Control station. Passive sensor data was displayed for them,
showing the six Furinkan Combine ships on an intercept course.
"ETA is nineteen minutes," Hauptmann declared. "If we don't get our
drives back before then, we're in trouble."
"That's probably not going to happen," Hinako told him flatly. She had
been against firing the Main Gun, but not for the reasons she now regretted.
"What are our options?"
"The _Tautog_ is having its own problems right now, so we can't expect
any help from them in the near future. Olivera says they are at bare minimum
combat capability, and their current orbit has them drifting over the
planetary horizon in ten minutes. They won't come back around for another
two hours and twenty-five minutes."
Hinako had to agree that this was not good. "What can we do from our
end?"
Hauptmann pointed at the fire control panels. "The primary gun
batteries
won't fire without main power, but we have our secondary turrets. Those can
operate off the emergency battery, and if we use the lasers sparingly, we
shouldn't drain too much juice."
Hinako considered it. "It's probably more than enough firepower to
stop those shuttles," she replied. "But what then?"
Hauptmann cocked his head at her. "It buys us time to get this crate
back to full capacity. I don't want to be anywhere near when the Orochi
Network and the Combine fleet go at it hammer and tongs." He shrugged. "If
you have a better idea, Captain Ninomiya, I'm all ears."
A smile lit up Hinako's face.
"Something just came to me," she said. "I'll need everyone you can
spare to meet me in the shuttle bay."
Hauptmann looked at her questioningly. "What exactly do you mean by
'everyone I can spare'?"
"The absolute bare minimum to navigate. One person at the sensors.
One person at fire control. The minimum watchstanders in Engineering. The
Chief of the Watch can handle commo from his station."
"What for?"
Hinako crossed her arms over her breasts. "You'll have to trust me
on this, Captain Hauptmann."
* * *
"Captain Hauptmann," the Chief of the Watch called out. "The Furinkan
Combine boarding party demands that we surrender our vessel at once."
Hauptmann punched the intercom for the shuttle bay staging area. "Our
guests are about to arrive, Captain Ninomiya. Are you ready for them?"
"You betcha!" a child's voice chirped back in reply.
Hauptmann shook his head gravely and turned to the Chief of the Watch.
"Tell them that we surrender. Open the shuttle bay doors to receive them."
The Chief of the Watch did so. "Aye, Captain. Shuttle Bay doors
indicate open."
"This had better work..." Hauptmann muttered.
* * *
"Spread out," the Furinkan Combine Marine sergeant barked to his men
in the Shuttle Bay. "Don't bunch up! We don't know what kind of welcome
we're going to get on the other side of that door."
The other five shuttles started to disgorge their troops, until there
were sixty heavily armed and armored Marines waiting to charge through the
airtight door and into the interior of the ship. They were armed with
machete-like short swords, two-meter long boarding pikes, nailguns, and
laser pistols for close combat within a fragile starship. They didn't
expect much resistance from the crew, but that would be of small condolence
to anyone who ended up dead.
When the airtight door suddenly slid open with a hiss, the Marines
were ready with every weapon they had. They were not ready, however, for
the sight of an eight-year-old girl in the ill-fitting uniform of a
Confederation Navy Captain.
"Hello everybody!" the girl cried happily to them.
"What is this, sarge?" one of the Marines hissed to the sergeant.
"Some kinda joke?"
The sergeant gave a noncommital grunt. "It's the lieutenant's problem
now. Keep your heater on the door and your eyes peeled."
"Is everyone here?" the girl asked them, skipping up to the center
of their ranks.
The Combine Marine lieutenant stepped forward to greet Hinako with
a look of reproach. "Look here, little girl. I don't know what your
parents think they'll accomplish by sending you to us, but it won't
work." He raised his voice to the open airtight door. "I demand to speak
to the master of this vessel at once, that I may accept his formal
surrender!"
Hinako tugged at his armored hand.
"I'm right here," she pouted.
He brushed her off. "Go away, little girl." He affected an irritated
look for his sergeant. "Sergeant, take this child to the shuttle at once."
"Hey!" Hinako cried shrilly. "I'm NOT a little girl! I'm the Captain
of this ship! One of them, anyway..."
The lieutenant looked to the open airtight door, feeling that there
was something wrong about this situation. Something horribly wrong. What
kind of barbarians would send a child into the ranks of their enemy if they
intended to resist?
It came to him as a Marine scooped up Hinako and carried her screaming
towards a shuttle. They were planning on resisting, and this was their way
of ensuring that she didn't get hurt. Clever bastards...
"Sergeant, have the first squad advance through the door," he ordered.
"They have premission to fire without warning."
Hinako's wailing ceased abruptly, followed by the sound of something
heavy hitting the deck of the shuttle. In the tension of the moment, all
the lieutenant noticed was that the child's crying had mercifully stopped.
"Yes sir," the sergeant grunted. "First Squad up!"
"Hello boys," a sultry voice called to them from the shuttles.
The Marines turned as one to see Hinako Ninomiya in her two-sizes
too short miniskirt and extra-tight red turtleneck uniform sweater. Jaws
dropped appreciatively as she raised a fifty-yen coin between two fingers
and leveled it at them with a smile and a wink.
"Surprise!"
* * *
"Captain Hauptmann, Captain Ninomiya reports that the Shuttle Bay is
secure, and that the prisoners are in custody," the Chief of the Watch
declared proudly.
Hauptmann and his Helmsman traded looks. Neither had much faith in
Hinako's plan, but they were happy in this instance to be proven wrong.
"Ask the Captain what she plans to do next."
The Chief of the Watch relayed the question.
"She says that depends on the outcome of the battle between the Orochi
and the Combine fleet."
Chapter Three
Primary Orochi Unit
Approaching the Furinkan Combine Fleet
15:21 Local Time
Threat assessment routines running within the Orochi's controlling
computer studied the signatures of the small craft launched from the
invading fleet. None of the craft, identified as several types of
shuttle craft, troop carrier, and battlemech DropShip, possessed
authentic IFF codes, and were therefore determined to be hostile.
Hostile ships were to be destroyed in accordance with its programming.
The capital ship in low orbit was initially classified as friendly,
but when it destroyed Node Three, the Orochi was forced to redesignate
it as hostile. It was apparently crippled, however, and so it was
assigned a low priority along with the troopships. The Orochi could
descend into a lower orbit and destroy them at its leisure.
The fleet of starships that descended from high orbit were also
identified as hostile, and these included several types of capital
ship, including a battleship. The threat assessment routines assigned
a higher incidence of priority towards these vessels, as they represented
a greater threat level than the other ships. Thus did the Orochi network
shift from an orbital bombardment mode of operation to system defense,
sparing the enemy forces on the planet for the moment.
As range and target motion analysis subroutines fed the computer
with data, the decision to act was made, and the appropriate combat
programs were loaded from hard memory into the process loop.
Sensor arrays locked in on the approaching enemy fleet, and massive
weapon mounts shifted to bear on their targets. The mighty fusion furnaces
deep within the heart of the Orochi ramped up their output, charging power
banks for the tremendous volley of fire it was about to unleash. Engine
nozzles the size of houses rotated in their mounts as the battleship class
automated orbital battlestation adjusted its orbit to block the invader's
path.
* * *
Furinkan Combine WarShip _Imperator_
Ryuugenzawa High Orbit
15:21 Local Time
"Prince Kuno's landing force has cleared the effective weapon range
of the Orochi network," Sensory declared. Captain Kyle gave a sigh of
relief at the news.
"The Orochi has bigger fish to fry," _Imperator's_ captain added.
"Us." He strapped himself into his chair and sealed his visor. "Fire
Control; prepare to fire all weapons at the primary satellite."
"Fire Control, aye. Gun directors locked on target. Estimated firing
range in two minutes, mark."
"Conn, Electronic Warfare Bay; radar and lidar countermeasures are
being deployed by the network. Counter-countermeasures underway."
Kyle could do nothing from his station until the battle was joined.
As Prince Kuno's Operations Officer, he had been tasked with coordinating
the fleet's action against the network, and he had given the ships and
fighters their orders. Now all he could do was observe, try to divine
last moment intelligence, and attempt to be proactive rather than reactive.
It wasn't as easy as it sounded.
"Conn, Sensory; detecting gun directing radar. The Orochi network is
targeting us with their weapons."
"Helm; evasive maneuvers," the captain ordered at once. _Imperator_
began to vibrate as its plasma drive fired to alter its course. Even the
powerful primary weapon mounts of the battleship were not yet in range of
the Orochi, and yet the network was already preparing to blast them.
* * *
Star League Defense Force Proving Grounds
Bunker Nine, Test Area North
15:34 Local Time
Commander Malloy and Lieutenant Davidge watched the battle in space
from the Orochi's point of view. Terrible energies were being unleashed
up there, the power of four lesser satellites focused on the lead ships
of the Combine fleet while the primary satellite attacked the _Imperator_
directly. Two Combine ships were already burning, but the _Imperator_ had
now come into range, and its powerful weapons were now being felt.
"Unit Two primary gun mounts bravo and delta destroyed," one of the
_Dragonfly_ crew updated. "Fire in transverse busses alfa and charlie."
Red damage prompts scrolled across the displays for Unit Two, then
suddenly stopped in a squawk of garbled telemetry.
"Unit Two destroyed," the tech announced, surprise evident in her
voice. "I didn't think they hit it that hard."
"Kamikaze attack," Davidge replied. He had a visual lock on the
battle courtesy of a weather satellite reoriented to look into space.
"Two Leopard GunShips crashed into the main engine ports from what I can
see. The blast must have gone straight to the powerplant."
"Unit Six is drifting," another tech called out. "The guidance
package failed again. System attempting to reboot from the hardened
backups."
"I hate to say it," Malloy observed. "But the Orochi network wasn't
prepared for this kind of fight. They've been up there too long without
maintenance or repairs. Half of them are only at marginal readiness."
"Unit One is the only one worth a damn," Davidge agreed. "At least
it's the big one."
"Combine Essex Class Destroyer is taking fire from Unit One. Heavy
damage estimated."
"Unit Six is not responding to guidance control from the network.
Main Computer down. Back up processors are not responding."
"X-ray damage from the explosion of Unit Two," Malloy guessed.
"Fighter elements approaching Unit Six... Point defense systems
engaging... All fighters destroyed!"
Davidge looked to Malloy. "It's hard to tell who to root for," he
remarked. "The Orochi or the Combine."
Malloy nodded as more reports came in. People were dying by the
hundreds up there, and ships that had existed for a century or more
were being reduced to red-hot scraps of metal.
"I know what you mean. This is one battle where I'd like to see
both sides lose."
"Combine Essex Class Destroyer has been destroyed."
Another set of monitor displays went dark.
"Unit Six is destroyed," the same tech announced quietly.
"Combine light cruiser under fire..."
* * *
Furinkan Combine WarShip _Imperator_
Ryuugenzawa High Orbit
15:41 Local Time
Captain Kyle picked himself up off the deck where he had been thrown
by the last volley of fire. The fleet was disintegrating under the heavy
guns of the primary Orochi satellite, and there was little he or his staff
could do to change that.
He wiped at the greasy soot that coated the tactical displays and made
the holotank shimmer disruptively. Fires raged throughout the ship, and the
hiss of the crew breathing through the life support umbilicals made it
difficult to relay commands by voice.
_Imperator_ shook again, and alarms wailed.
"Turret 'A' reports heavy damage!" someone at Fire Control announced.
"The mount will not train!"
"Fires have broken through blast doors on 'E' Deck and 'F' Deck
starboard outboard, between radials zero-five-five and zero-eight-zero,"
the Damage Control Assistant declared. "No reserve fire-fighting teams are
available at this time."
The captain of the battleship caught Kyle's eye.
"Any suggestions?!" he cried.
Kyle knew that there was only one way to defeat the Orochi. "Continue
directing all fire towards the primary satellite!" he yelled over the din.
Sparks flashed from a nearby panel as the electrical system rebelled at the
abuse. "The entire system coordinates through the primary unit! If you take
it out, the remaining satellites will become disoriented. You can then
isolate them and destroy them easily."
The captain laughed bitterly. "And in the meantime, we let those lesser
satellites pound us into dust! I like your plan, Kyle!"
The main display glowed white as Unit Two exploded, raising a brief
cheer from the Bridge crew.
"An expensive trade," Kyle muttered angrily. Two precious GunShips and
an irreplaceable Essex Class destroyer to knock out a single secondary unit.
"The price will be even higher before this is over," the captain
observed. "Maintain all fire on the primary unit! Continue targeting the
upper and lower sensory nodes!"
A particle beam from the primary Orochi tore through the hull of the
light cruiser _Repulse._ The ship trembled with the hit, its main drive
still firing at maximum to evade. Kyle could see that the cruiser was
dying, as plumes of burning air burst from the scorched hull in angry
yellow jets.
"_Repulse_ has jettisoned its log!" Sensory declared. "Detecting
life pod separations!"
Kyle knew then what the _Repulse's_ captain had in mind. He watched
as the cruiser's reaction control thrusters blazed, pivoting the burning
starship, and orienting it at the remaining secondary satellite. The main
drive continued to fire at maximum, and the cruiser accelerated inexorably
towards the Orochi satellite.
Beam blasts ripped the _Repulse's_ habitat apart before it could
reach its target, but the drive section and ultraheavy jump core plowed
on through the expanding clouds of gas and impaled the Orochi. The
satellite exploded with such a fury that the radiation pulse shut down
the monitors on the _Imperator_ for several seconds.
The sound of hull metal bouncing off the _Imperator_ began a steady
patter, until it was a rain of particles that sandblasted off the hull what
little dark blue paint remained.
"Sensory!" the Captain cried. "Status report!"
"All arrays are down. Main and secondary telescopes damaged."
"Reports from the frigate _Perry_ indicate that the primary Orochi has
ceased all fire," someone at Communications threw in to the chaos of the
moment.
* * *
Star League Defense Force Proving Grounds
Bunker Nine, Test Area North
15:46 Local Time
"Oh shit..." Davidge moaned. The rest of the crew echoed his sentiments
as their displays crashed into static.
"What happend?" Malloy demanded.
"Another big radiation pulse," Davidge replied. "Right as that light
cruiser hit Unit Eight. Those satellites have been up there a long time,
getting bombarded with solar radiation for two hundred years... Their
shielding must be pretty fried by now. They're vulnerable to this kind of
attack."
"So what happened?" Malloy asked him. "Did the whole system crash?"
Several banks of displays came back on line as Malloy asked. Davidge
held up a hand for quiet, and began pouring over the data that came back.
"A lot of telemetry garbage," he replied uneasily. "Error signals
everywhere. I think the network has totally crashed." He scanned the
displays for the primary Orochi. "Unit One is at only nineteen percent
effectiveness. Main Drive damaged and offline. Primary reactor is still
fully operational, but distribution faults have crippled the big guns
and most of the sensors. All secondary and point defense batteries are
functional. Reaction Control System at thirty percent."
"What about the Combine fleet?"
"Your guess is as good as mine, sir," Davidge replied. "Only the
primary Orochi is still functional. The others are either destroyed or
else suffering massive malfunctions. I don't see any more hits coming in,
so for the moment I'd say the Combine is as bad off as the Orochi."
Malloy let out a sigh of relief. "Well that's good news. We should
let his Grace know about this at once."
Davidge studied tracking data as it came in from other orbital
sources.
"It looks like the primary unit is in a decaying orbit; estimated
time to atmospheric entry is thirty-nine hours."
"We'll be long gone before then," Malloy replied.
"I hope so, sir, because I don't want to be here when that thing
hits. In the meantime, we've got Furinkan Combine DropShips on their
way down, and nothing to stop them. Estimated time to touchdown is
two-zero minutes."
"Where?" Malloy asked him.
Davidge ran a few calculations. "About twenty-five klicks southwest
of our position, roughly between us and the Musk Dynasty landing zones."
* * *
The DropShip _Palomino_
Approaching the Orochi Command Bunker
15:48 Local Time
"I'm at minimum safe coolant pressure in the loop," the Co-Pilot
announced as the _Palomino_ soared at treetop level over the forest.
"Reactor internal temperatures are still climbing."
"How much farther?" Grant asked the Pilot.
"We should be within five klicks now," he replied. "I can set
us down anytime you like."
Grant turned back to Tad. "How about those Musk fighters?"
Tad shook his head. "They're still back there, sir."
"Turn us away from the bunker," Grant ordered. They had been
expending precious flight time trying to lose their cagey pursuers,
and now time was running out. "We can't risk drawing those fighters
any closer."
The DropShip's nose dipped sharply, forcing the Pilot to wrench
at the controls to stabilize the ship.
"We might not get that chance," the Pilot replied through
clenched teeth. "I'm losing thrust." The stall alarm sounded, and
the ship wallowed into a shallow dive. "Port atmospheric maneuvering
engine failure!"
Grant grabbed at the 1MC microphone as everyone of the flight
deck held tight. "Prepare for crash landing and hold tight, everyone!"
The Pilot fought through the sluggish controls to put the ship
on a controlled dive. The bow of the DropShip smashed through trees
as it dipped lower in the air, absorbing some of their energy in
preparation for contact with the ground. With milliseconds to spare,
he fired the HEPLAR drives in one furious and final burn, and the
_Palomino_ hit the ground. The ship slewed sideways through the forest,
snapping trees like kindling as it decelerated.
The _Palomino_ heaved to a stop with its bow buried in the side
of a low sloping hill. The crew on the flight deck came around in a
chorus of groans as dust shaken loose by the impact settled on the
displays.
"Anyone hurt?" Grant asked. No one was. "Engineering; mark status
of the reactor."
Akari answered after a long pause. "The reactor is down. The port
loop appears to be completely depressurized. I had to vent the plasma
manually or else---"
"I understand," Grant said calmly. "You did what you had to."
"The ship is essentially grounded, sir," Akari said quietly.
"What should we do?"
Grant thought about it. "We sit tight and wait for Duke Tendo
and the others to get here. I don't want to put the bunker at any more
risk than necessary." He wiped at his sweaty brow. "Rig the ship for
reduced electrical loads, and break out with the small arms just in
case an enemy patrol comes to investigate."
* * *
Nerima Confederation Red Lance
North of Ian Cameron Starport
15:50 Local Time
"How is Sayuri holding up?" Akane asked over the tac-net.
"Doctor Tofu says her condition is stable," Kasumi answered for him.
The doctor and his patient rode within the cupped hands of her Victor as
they marched north towards the Orochi bunker.
"That's it?"
"I'm sorry, Akane," Kasumi soothed. "I'm afraid there isn't
much else to say."
"She'll be all right," Ranma broke in. Her LAM cruised at low
speed above them.
"You don't know that!" Akane snapped.
"Hey, take it easy, all right?" Ranma returned. "If anything
goes wrong, there isn't much you or I can do about it, so there ain't
no point in worrying."
"Sayuri is a childhood friend," Akane said in a bitter voice. "I
wouldn't expect you to understand."
The LAM swooped overhead to land in front of Akane's Warhammer.
Ukyou and Genma's 'mechs stepped out of the way in case the two decided
to start pounding on each other.
"Remember who the real enemies are..." Ukyou advised them.
"What do you want, Ranma?" Akane asked her archly.
"I want you to lay off," Ranma replied. "I know this ain't easy
for you, but--"
"You know nothing, Ranma!" she cried.
The LAM transformed to Battlemech Mode in time to ward off a blow
from her PPC arm. Ranma wrenched the tube-like muzzle aside and brought
her sensor head against Akane's armored visor. "I know enough to
understand that a commander has to put her personal feelings aside
sometimes, before they get in the way of her judgement."
Akane tensed at Ranma's accusation, but did not respond.
Ranma continued. "I don't want Sayuri to die any more than you
do. I wouldn't have risked my neck saving her if I did. The thing you
gotta remember is that she's a soldier just like you an' me. She knew
the risks, and she accepted them. If she dies, she dies." The LAM
released the PPC arm and stepped back a pace. "You gotta get your
head in the fight, and think about what we need to do next to get off
this mudball in one piece. You can't spend all your time worrying
about one of your troops - even if they're friends of yours."
Akane closed her eyes. "Even if you love them...?"
Ranma blinked several times in embarassed silence. "*Especially*
if you love 'em," she finally replied.
Soun motioned with his Warhammer's PPC arm for the others to
follow on ahead. Ukyou had point in her Hatchetman. Genma followed
after in his Orion. Kasumi walked at a steady pace in her Victor while
Yuka stumbled along clumsily in Doctor Tofu's Centurion. Ryouga walked
drag in his blackened BattleMaster, the war machine that had brought the
Black Rose Terror Regiment to its knees on Ryuugenzawa.
"I hate to admit this, Ranma," Akane said quietly on the air lance
channel, where the others couldn't hear them. "But you're right."
The Super Phoenix Hawk LAM gave her an infuriating wave. "Glad to
see you're finally making sense," Ranma said with a laugh.
"Thanks for being your old modest self, Ranma," Akane huffed. She
started walking past him. The LAM made a deep bow for her.
"My pleasure," Ranma replied.
"You are a total jerk," Akane pointed out. "I just want to make it
clear that even though I'm completely in love with you, you still manage
to piss me off on a regular basis."
Ranma blushed at her fiancee's candid declaration of love. She
tried, but couldn't find her voice.
"Let's go, Ranma," Akane said at length. "I'm getting a priority
message from the Orochi bunker. Kuno's forces are about to land south
of the bunker."
Ranma snapped back to attention. "Close?"
"Twenty-five kilometers is the estimation," Akane replied. "But
it gets worse. The _Palomino_ didn't make it to the bunker. Their
cooling system failed about five klicks short. They had to make a
crash landing."
"Marvelous," Ranma snorted. "Give me the coordinates and I'm
gone." The LAM transformed to its bird of prey Airmech Mode, and
brandished its heavy pulselaser rifle. "Any unfriendlies giving them
a hard time?"
"Two fighters," Akane replied. She would have said more, but
Ranma was already blasting into the air to attack them. She watched
her fiance transform to Fighter Mode on the fly, and the white
shock wave of a sonic boom rolled out from the silver hull.
"Be careful, you jerk," she whispered to her.
Chapter Four
Blue Thunder Regiment Drop Zone
Test Area North
16:25 Local Time
Tatewaki Kuno, Prince of the Furinkan Combine and would-be First Lord
of the Star League, took his first steps onto Ryuugenzawa within the cockpit
of his Thunderbolt battlemech. He was a man consumed with the idea that his
destiny was at hand, the culmination of years of conquest and struggle. He
looked to the stereographs of Akane Tendo and the Pigtailed Girl that graced
his cockpit, sighing longingly for the time when he would be reunited with
them.
"I am here, my loves," he said to himself. "Despair no longer; thy
handsome prince is come to save thee from thy oafish captors."
He visualized for a moment the sight of Ranma Saotome and his father
dangling from a gallows, their eyes bugging out of their sockets, and their
tongues hanging limply from their purpling lips. Ah, to see those curs pay
for their crimes against him... Hanging them was almost too good a death.
"News from the Fleet, milord," an aide called to him over the tac-net,
interrupting his reverie.
"They have succeeded in destroying the cursed Orochi Network?" he
replied absently. His mind was focused elsewhere.
"Yes, milord. Though they have suffered heavy casualties. All of the
fleet's WarShips save the _Imperator_ have been destroyed or damaged beyond
repair."
This caught his attention, and he arched an eyebrow in disbelief at
what he had heard. "All save the _Imperator_?" he cried. So many
irreplaceable ships! "Nay... The report must be in error. Consult with
Captain Kyle and seek clarification at once!"
"At once, milord!"
He refused to be troubled by the news. Taking a moment to compose
himself, he called up the tactical situation on his map display. The
Commonwealth landing zones were vulnerable with the majority of their
battlemech forces scattered across the various installations. His first
task would be to hit them there.
Two of his battalions would attack, leaving the rest of his regiment
to search out for the Confederation force's whereabouts. Nabiki Tendo
had insisted that they were here, and for once he did not doubt her. The
fact that his twisted sister was on this world was all the proof he needed.
"What news of my sister?" he asked his intelligence section while his
mind was on the subject.
"Very little, my lord prince," a captain replied. "We have intercepted
scattered signals indicating that the Commonwealth troops have routed them
south of the starport, and are pursuing them back to their drop zone."
He weighed the idea of dispatching some of his fighters over to pay
his sister a visit. It was tempting, but he was already short of air cover,
having left over half of his fighters with the fleet to fight the Orochi
network. Let the Commonwealth have their way with her for now...
"Hold two squadrons in reserve," he ordered. "Inform me at once if
they should attempt to flee this world, and dispatch the reserve fighters
to destroy them ere they escape the atmosphere."
"At once, my lord prince."
The aide returned to his display as he marched his Thunderbolt south
to deal with the Commonwealth upstarts.
"My lord prince, Captain Kyle sends his regards."
"Speak, man! What news of the fleet?"
The aide was grave. "As before, milord. The Orochi network secondary
satellites have all been destroyed. The primary satellite is in a decaying
orbit, and is believed to be heavily damaged and non-operational. All
combatant ships save the _Imperator_ have been destroyed or damaged beyond
repair. Fighter and GunShip losses are over sixty percent..."
Tatewaki could not believe the reports. "Madness!" he cried. "Surely
my captains were not so incompetent as to lose the entire battle fleet?"
"The transports are all intact, milord," the aide replied, knowing it
was of little consolation.
"Damn the transports!" Tatewaki thundered. "My fleet is in ashes!
The toil and treasure of two centuries spent in the sum of an hour!" He
put a hand to his brow as tears of rage spilled down his cheeks. "O rash
and bloody day!"
He punched at his command channel override, opening a direct link to
all of his officers down to the lance and platoon levels.
"Thy orders are to attack the Commonwealth foe wherever he may be
found," he said bitterly. "Let no one yield, nor any among you raise the
cry for mercy upon them!" He swallowed back bile and clenched the controls
of his battlemech before continuing. "I am aflame with the madness of war;
so let one fire burn out by another's burning, and let one pain be lessened
by another's anguish! Spare no one!"
His commanders responded as one voice, crying out for the blood of
the Jusenkyo Commonwealth. Their shared wrath tempered his own hot rage,
allowing him to clear his head sufficiently to think once again.
"Tell my servant that his labors are to commence," he called to the
DropShip _Oda Nobunaga._
"What shall we do with him, my lord?" the captain of his unmounted
guard asked over the radio.
"Let the fool be made serviceable according to his folly," Tatewaki
huffed. "By whatever means, he is to bring me victory and my two loves."
Hikaru himself appeared on the display a moment later. Lit candles
were tucked into his headband, and dripped wax down upon his shoulders.
His sunken eyes gleamed dully with excitement as he prepared one of his
arcane formulae for use.
"I assure you, lord, that my assistance will provide very tangible
effects for you," he said in a weedy voice.
"For thy sake, sorceror, I do hope so," Tatewaki replied coolly.
"If I cannot have the cretinous ne'er-do-well, Ranma Saotome, mounted
'pon the prow of the noble _Imperator,_ then perhaps the scion of the
House of Gosunkugi will provide an acceptable substitute..."
With that, Tatewaki signed off, and his Thunderbolt marched away to
do battle with the Commonwealth.
Hikaru Gosunkugi watched the Thunderbolt depart from the vantage of
the flight deck. Most of the Furinkan Combine forces were leaving the drop
zone to fight the Commonwealth, and he saw opportunities for escape, but
to do so, his persistant shadows in the form of two Marines from the
_Imperator_ would have to be dropped. He had an idea of how to go about
doing that, but first he needed an idea of where he could go.
He was not disappointed.
"Skipper," one of the Overlord Class DropShip's commo techs said
over the cacophony of the flight deck.
"What is it?"
"I'm picking up some unidentified signals. I'm not entirely familiar
with the protocol, but it appears to be old SLDF codes."
Hikaru raised an eyebrow at this. The Star League, here, after all
these years? A glimmer of hope welled within him, for he had experienced
a dream only the day previous of the eight pointed Cameron Star, a device
that he aspired to one day as First Lord of the Star League. It seemed
to be an omen, and listened carefully to the exchange on the flight deck.
The captain glanced over at the commo tech's board. "Get a DF fix?"
"I'm working on it, sir." The tech tapped at several keys. "I've got
a rough fix, since it looks like direct UHF sat-comm signals, and those
are mostly line-of-sight with a little leakage."
"Where?"
Hikaru watched as a computer-projection map of the surface appeared
on the main display. The positions of the Blue Thunder regiment, the known
or suspected positions of Commonwealth and Black Rose troops, and the
source of the unknown signals were displayed. The signal source was
relatively close.
"Send it down to the war room," the captain ordered. "Let them decide
what they want to do about it. We're just the bus drivers, remember?"
Hikaru knew then that he had to find the source of those signals. It
was a coincidence that could not be denied.
"I'm going to have to go outside," he told his handlers.
"What for?" the senior of the two Marines asked him.
Hikaru held up one of the spellbooks Kuno had provided him. It was
an utterly useless fraud, but it was filled with arcane drawings and
suitably alien babble words printed in all-capital letters in appropriate
places. More than enough to fool the rubes.
"I need material components for the hex his Highness has demanded
that I cast upon the Commonwealth forces," he replied shakily. The two
Marines looked like they could break him in half over their knees.
"So?" the first Marine replied, unconvinced.
"S-So..." Hikaru stuttered. "I need fresh herbs and native soil from
this world if it's going to work." He steeled himself. "You wouldn't want
his Highness' spell to fail, would you?"
The two Marines gave each other flustered looks. On the one hand, they
didn't believe Gosunkugi's occult crap, and on the other hand, their lord
apparently did. They decided to play it safe.
"Sure," the senior of the two declared. "But if you think you can
pull a fast one on us..."
Hikaru began to sweat. "I-I would never think such a thing," he
gasped.
* * *
Test Area North
16:37 Local Time
Where are you, Shampoo...? Mousse asked himself as his Crusader
stalked through the forest in search of her. He was supposed to be
searching for the source of the mystery communications signals, and
found himself obsessed with idea that Shampoo was alive and somewhere
on Ryuugenzawa instead. Though he had no rational explanation for it,
he knew she was close. He could feel it in the tension that knotted
his stomach and made his hands tremble on the controls of his battlemech.
He did not know what he would do or say when he found her. The anger
that had consumed him after they had parted ways on the _Dragonfly_ had
burned itself out. Part of him still wanted to gloat at her for what he
had become, to make her feel the betrayal that he had suffered at her
hands. Another part wanted to beg her forgiveness, and he cursed his
weakness for even thinking it.
Shampoo did not love him, he knew that. He even accepted it, though
it stabbed at him with a cruelty that only she could inspire. What he
could not face was that he still loved her in spite of everything she
had put him through.
If there was even one chance in a million that she would grow to
love him someday, he knew that he would be foolish enough to take it. He
knew that if she so much as batted her eyelashes at him, he would melt.
It was infuriating, but he knew that he was so very weak-willed when it
came to her.
The only solution to his dilemma, then, was to kill her.
One of them had to die, there could be no alternative. His pain would
end one way or the other. True, killing her would make him miserable, but
not killing her - having her go on tormenting him, or even worse, seeing
her become General Herb's plaything - would be infinitely worse. Better
to end it in one bitter moment of hell than to endure a torturous chipping
away at his soul.
The flash of movement at the periphery of his vision ended his sullen
woolgathering, and he brought his Crusader to halt within the cover of a
thick copse of trees. Hanging vines glistening with afternoon rain obscured
his vision just enough to be bothersome, but not enough to prevent him from
seeing a Panther battlemech creeping through the woods in front of him and
to his left. There was no doubt in his mind who the mechwarrior of that
machine was, for he could see Shampoo in the sinuous way the Panther moved
through the forest.
Shampoo...
Afraid that she would hear him even behind the armored walls of his
cockpit, he flicked the arming switches on his two fifteen-rack long range
and two six-rack short range missiles launchers. He brought the lasers up
to power with another touch of his controls, and waited silently for her
to move closer to him. He doubted that his missiles could penetrate the
thick foliage without detonating prematurely, and he knew that he couldn't
defeat her without them.
She moved as if she had noticed him, positioning herself to his
left flank, where she could fire and then bolt before he could turn
to respond. He knew her tactics in close quarters situations, and knew
the capabilities of her chosen 'mech. He could expect the liberal use
of her jump jets as well, though if he was lucky, he could use that to
his advantage.
What he knew was most important, however, was that he could not
surrender the initiative to her. As long as the pace of the fight was
set by him, he could beat her. He had been beaten by her often enough
in simulator duels past to know that much.
Keeping his torso facing away from her, he extended his left arm
out to her and fired the medium laser and 20mm machinegun mounts in the
forearm. The fire was unaimed, but lashed into the woods she used as
cover close enough to make the Panther rise to its feet in a flash. The
thin scream of Shampoo's jump jets echoed across the forest as she leapt
into the sky.
He was ready for her, pivoting to bring his shoulder-mounted LRM
racks to bear. The range was very short for the tube-launched missiles,
and the dispersal pattern would be very narrow, but he fired nonetheless.
The armored hatch covers sprang open with metallic rings, and the missiles
began spurting from the tubes and into the air.
He watched as Shampoo twisted in midair to avoid the first volley
of screaming missiles, only to catch the latter half of the second volley.
Explosions obscured her from sight in firelit clouds of black, and white
shockwaves of compressed moist air rolled from the impact points as she
fell. He broke out of his cover to give his hip-mounted SRM launchers a
clear shot, and aimed for the streamers of smoke concealing the falling
Panther.
The SRMs hissed out of their launch tubes, slamming into the Panther
as it touched down. More explosions rocked the forest, and for a moment
Mousse saw the battlemech topple over through the smoke and flame. He
revved his throttle, charging out of the trees to attack at close range,
where her arm-mounted PPC would be least effective.
It was exhilarating to be able to attack her so easily, he realized.
No pangs of conscience assailed him as he streamed laser fire into the
woods where Shampoo had fallen. He had expected it to be hard, perhaps
impossible to squeeze the trigger on her, but he was doing it.
The 65 ton Crusader leaped through the black clouds of smoke to
find that Shampoo was gone, and the woods ripped apart where her
Battlemech had crashed through them in a desperate attempt to escape.
Her obvious panic stirred him further, making him laugh out loud. No
longer was he under her heel! This was the freedom he had so desperately
sought when he made his break with her on the _Dragonfly,_ come to him
at last in this moment of triumph!
Shampoo's hands worked the controls furiously, maneuvering at
top speed through the forest as she ran damage control routines to
contain the fires and outtages that assailed her Panther. She had been
careless with this Musk Crusader, and he had taken her by surprise.
She was hit badly, her battlemech functional but borderline, and she
was in no shape to continue the fight on her enemy's terms.
At first she did not realize who her attacker was, but as she
concentrated on where she went wrong in her ambush, she realized that
there had been only one battlemech, painted white with grey trim. The
same livery used by Mousse.
The realization made her stomach churn. Shampoo, the pride of the
Joketsuzoku, had been nearly killed by a man, and a spineless, weak-willed,
and half-blind fool like Mousse!
What was he doing out here, if not looking for me? she asked herself.
"<Mousse,>" she called out over the Musk Dynasty frequencies. There
was no response. On a whim, she switched to a commonly used Commonwealth
frequency, and tried again.
"<What is it, Shampoo?>" Mousse replied. There was something dead
in his voice as he spoke, though it was brimming with arrogance.
"<Why have you come here, Mousse?>" she found herself asking. "<Why
have you joined General Herb?>"
There was pause before he spoke. "<You know why I've joined the Musk
Dynasty, Shampoo, and you know that I'm here to kill you. I'm only sorry
that it has come to this.>"
"<You won't find me easy prey,>" she returned shakily, and cut in her
jump jets. She soared over the treetops, moving laterally to interrupt the
obvious path she was making through the forest. He might hear her fire the
jets, but he would have to guess which direction she would take.
"<It won't matter,>" Mousse replied coldly. "<The outcome will be the
same.>"
He blames me for something he should have known about me all along,
she realized. But perhaps he isn't entirely wrong in thinking that I'm
responsible for his betrayal.
"<I never wanted to hurt you, Mousse,>" she told him as she fired her
jets to slow her fall for landing.
"<No, you just wanted to use me for your own pleasure!>" he retorted,
anger rising in his voice where icy calm had reigned. "<You preyed on my
love for you to get what you wanted!>"
And I'm paying for it! she cried inwardly, nausea creeping into her
belly and making her stomach curdle. She landed in a crouch to the right
and well in front of Mousse, her PPC arm raised to fire as he blundered
into range. The white Crusader did so a moment later, and she let fly with
a bolt of lightning that ripped across his torso, tongues of plasma flame
licking against the head armor and melting one of his commo aerials.
The act of shooting at him made her sick to her stomach, as if the
child within her could sense that she was trying to murder its father and
rebelling in the only way it could. The thought was nonsense; she was just
projecting her own feelings of guilt into her baby, but the urge to vomit
came strong enough to make her cup a hand to her mouth out of reflex.
The Crusader skidded to a halt and lurched in her direction as she
gritted through her nausea and fired a second time, the particle bolt
crashing with a thunderclap square into the thick torso armor, and leaving
a long black scar in the once-pristine white.
Even as her second blast struck him, the Crusader was firing its SRM
launchers. Twelve missiles corkscrewed across the short distance that
separated them, detonating in the trees and exploding into the ground at
her feet. The shockwaves buffeted her and filled the air with the whine
of hot shrapnel. She was moving before he could correct his aim with a
second volley, dashing to her left in a bid to outflank him and perhaps
strike at his vulnerable rear armor.
Incredibly, he anticipated her move, rocking on his hips and making
a diving leap at her with the right arm extended in a clothesline tackle
that shook the forest with a terrible clash of metal on metal and the
heavy thuds of a hundred tons of battlemech hitting the ground. Shampoo
reeled in her seat straps from the double impact of forearm and ground,
her head swimming dizzily as she tried to right herself.
Both battlemechs came up at the same time. Shampoo thought her
Panther through a front kick that savaged the Crusader's head, while
a brutal full-on punch to the breadbasket from Mousse smashed apart
what little armor she had remaining in her center torso. Damage lights
flicked on and alarms sounded in her ears as the four-rack SRM launcher
malfunctioned. Though the Crusader toppled over once more from her blow,
she was in no position to take advantage of it, as she was forced to
repeatedly slam the ammunition dump button before the remaining eighty
missiles in the magazine cooked off.
She righted the Panther clumsily, noting that her main gyro had
also been hit, and drew up to her full height. Jumping was no longer
an option for her - not with a damaged gyro in the middle of the forest -
and she was no swifter than the Crusader which out-massed her by almost
double. She had to fight it out here and now, and end this once and
for all.
"<It's over, Mousse,>" she said to him as she limped her Panther
over to where the fallen Crusader lay. The head was crushed in at least
half a meter over the right temple where her Panther's foot had connected,
and it was possible that he was already dead from the force of the impact.
She kept the PPC aimed at him nonetheless, and prepared to deal the
finishing blow in an execution-style shot to the battlemech's forehead.
Though her stomach churned and her bowels threatened mutiny, she was a
daughter of the Joketsuzoku, and her will was master over the frailties
of the flesh - or at least she tried to tell herself this as her finger
trembled on the trigger.
The Crusader's hand came up with incredible speed before she could
bring herself to fire - faster than she would have thought possible - and
grabbed at the muzzle of the PPC. The powerful battle fist of the Crusader
crushed the emitter aperture of the weapon with a squeal of tortured metal,
and as she squeezed the firing trigger reflexively, the entire tube-like
projector glowed white and exploded.
When she came to, her Panther was sprawled over the fallen and
splintered trunks of several centuries-old trees. The entire right arm
was gone, and a blackened smear of carbon encrusted what was left of
her battlemech's torso. She still had main power, but one look at the
reactor controls told her that she was leaking coolant badly, and close
to a total and catastrophic shutdown.
The Crusader was thirty meters away, nearly laid out in a half-
sitting position against a stand of trees. Smoke wafted from the torso
and head, and she could see rents in the armor where the shrapnel from
her exploding PPC had torn through. The right arm was missing from the
elbow down, and red hydraulic fluid leaked from the burnt limb in a
grisly imitation of arterial blood on the dirty white hull.
Cursing her carelessness once more, she wrenched at her controls
to bring the Panther to a stand. The battlemech's myomer bundles groaned
plaintively as they tried to comply, but the Panther would not move. A
look at the flickering damage board told her why: the gyro had failed.
She wiped at the haze of smoke that wafted through her steaming
hot cockpit. The cooling system was about to go next, and if she didn't
shut down the fusion plant, she was going with it. Her hand swiped at
the controls to do so, and she was relieved to hear the hollow droning
of her failing powerplant shrink away to nothing.
She pulled herself up out of her ejector seat to the cockpit hatch,
which had sprung partly open from the shock of her final impact with the
ground. A tug on the handle opened it the rest of the way, and she eased
herself out to the loamy wet soil. The smell of hot metal, ozone, and cut
grass made for an overpowering sensation, one that she was not prepared
for in her disoriented state. She fell over double and retched, then
collapsed onto her hands and knees and heaved spasmodically until she
sank against the crumpled armor plate of her Panther's head.
Chapter Five
Test Area North
16:49 Local Time
Shinnosuke gripped Konatsu's shoulder as the thunderclap report of
a particle cannon shook the woods. A second blast followed in rapid
succession after the first, and then, moments later, a somewhat muffled
explosion.
The two of them had been out searching for Shampoo, who had slinked
away from the bunker without so much as a word of warning before she left.
Tracking a 35-ton war machine was no difficult matter for a man who had
lived his whole life in the forest.
"I heard," Konatsu breathed quietly. "We should be cautious."
Shinnosuke grunted agreement. His leg throbbed as he put weight on it,
and his shoulder ached from the recent spear wound he had suffered, but
these physical pains were nothing compared to the crippling boredom and
feeling of helplessness he had felt waiting at the bunker. His world was
under attack, and he wanted to make some contribution to its defense.
"Do you think it's the Furinkan Combine?" he asked the kunoichi.
"I don't know," Konatsu replied. "They landed close enough to be a
threat, but there's also the Musk Dynasty to think about."
They continued on, Shinnosuke with his pushbroom and Konatsu with
whatever weapons she had secreted on her person. The kunoichi was very
pretty, and it pleased him to have her company. It almost dulled the ache
he felt at knowing that Akane was in love with someone else.
They were travelling in a direction roughly in line with the sound of
the particle beam blast, following the tracks Shampoo's Panther had made
in the soft muddy ground. Silence filled the forest now, and the animals,
fearful of the terrible goings on, remained in hiding at every turn.
Shinnosuke, himself well attuned to the woods, shared their anxiety.
"I hear something," the kunoichi whispered softly as they crested a
low tree-lined rise.
The two of them peeked over the rise to see a frail looking young man
running away from two Furinkan Combine Marines, who yelled their demands
that he stop at once or be shot.
"I think I recognize that man," Konatsu said quietly. "Unless I miss
my guess, that's Hikaru Gosunkugi. The sunken eyes and the pallid skin are
a dead giveaway for the entire Gosunkugi family."
"Who?" Shinnosuke asked. The name Gosunkugi sounded familiar from
Grandfather's history lessons, but he did not make any connections.
"The heir to the League of Five Nails," Konatsu replied. "What is
*he* doing here, and as a prisoner of the Combine?"
"I don't know," Shinnosuke replied, gripping his pushbroom tightly.
"But I do know when someone is in trouble and needs help." He scrabbled
over the edge of the rise and made a limping sprint for the fleeing
Hikaru.
Konatsu blinked twice in surprise before following after Shinnosuke.
He took to the trees and began leaping from branch to branch in pursuit.
Hikaru Gosunkugi staggered up the wooded slope out of breath and out
of time. The Marines were almost upon him, and if they had not shot him
yet, they might well do so out of spite for throwing mud in their faces
and then leading them on such a chase. With his lungs burning and limbs
about to seize with exhaustion, he tripped over an exposed tree root and
tumbled to the muddy ground. His books and scrolls spilled in his wake,
their fragile pages floating to earth about him as he gasped for air.
This was it, he realized dully. They were going to kill him. If not
here, then certainly at the order of Tatewaki Kuno when he returned in
triumph from his conquest of Ryuugenzawa. He had failed in his bid for
revenge and for the hand of Akane.
Where had his auguries gone wrong?
Still, though he was a coward and a weakling through and through, he
vowed that just this once he would fight back with everything he had left
within him. His hands dug furiously for the mallet and sack of namesake
iron spikes with which he would use to sell his life dearly.
He pulled himself up into a stooping posture, the mallet gripped in
his right hand and the spike in his left, and faced off against the Marines
as they neared him.
"So... Who wants to die first?" he asked them between pants for
breath, having always wanted to say something dire and witty like that
when it really counted.
The Marines stopped short, and for a moment, Hikaru thought he had
actually cowed them.
Then they started laughing the kind of cruel, heartless laugh that
made Hikaru want to wet himself.
"You think we should we should break his legs, or just shoot him in
the kneecaps?" the first Marine asked the second.
"As long as you're the one carrying him back to the drop zone, it's
all the same to me," the second replied.
"Right," the first one said, twisting his head around to work the
kinks out of his neck. "We break his legs..."
Hikaru threw himself at the Marine with a strangled cry of anguish
and impotent rage before he could make good on his threat. The Marine
turned the spike aside with a wrist lock, and wrenched him bodily into
the air for extra altitude before throwing him straight down to the
ground. As he lay trembling with pain and utter dread for the end, the
Marine put his boot against the back of his neck.
"You gotta give the little guy credit for trying," he observed.
"That mean you ain't gonna break his legs?" the second Marine
asked.
"Hell no. I just said that you gotta give him a little credit
for trying," the first replied. He tapped Hikaru with his boot. "Not
bad, you little twerp. Now I'm *really* going to hurt you..."
"Don't mess him up too bad," the second Marine remarked. "His
Highness'll probably want to nail 'im up to that cross again."
"I'll try to keep him in one piece," the first replied, spitting
into his hands and drawing back to strike Hikaru with the butt of
his rifle. "This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt
me..."
The blow never connected, as Shinnosuke leaped out of the nearby
trees and swatted the marine across the bridge of his nose with the
business end of his pushbroom. The Marine staggered backwards, spouting
blood and curses, before tripping over the same exposed tree root that
had been Hikaru's downfall earlier, and slamming his helmeted head against
a rock. The armor might have spared his life, but not his consciousness.
The second Marine fumbled with his rifle as Shinnosuke landed,
favoring his wounded leg, and thrust the pushbroom into his face.
The mighty implement of good housekeeping connected solidly with his
jaw and cold-cocked him. Konatsu sprang out of the trees a moment
later, only to find that there was no one left to beat on.
He knelt over Hikaru instead, who was busy clutching his arms
over his head and chanting a sutra for divine intervention. When no
blows fell upon him, he stopped his chants, and looked up into the
flashing eyes of a girl with long raven-black hair.
"Are you all right, my lord?" Konatsu asked him.
Hikaru's face reddened.
"I--I'm fine," he replied. She was beautiful! He turned to see
Shinnosuke relieving the two Combine Marines of their weapons. The
Cameron Star of the SLDF was embroidered in silver and white on his
black homespun jacket.
"The Star League..." he gasped in awe. The omen of his dream had
come true!
Shinnosuke met his gaze with a slow shake of his head. "I'm not
Star League," he replied. "Not anymore. I'm just a janitor and a
handyman now, and not even that for much longer."
"My companion and I will see you to safety," Konatsu added softly,
wanting to spare Shinnosuke any further grief. "Although I must admit
that even our position on this world is tenuous."
"Who are you people, then?" Hikaru asked. "If you aren't Star
League."
Konatsu helped him to his feet. "We're with the Confederation,
under the command of Grand Duke Soun Tendo and his daughter, Lady
Akane."
Confederation! Hikaru could hardly contain his glee. Akane!
"Lead the way," he told them after gathering up his scattered
occult materials.
Thank you, O Gods above and below!
* * *
Shampoo saw him standing there wearing indigo robes in place of
his regular white, his long fall of blue-black hair mussed and spilling
carelessly over his shoulders. The thick pair of glasses that was his
trademark perched on his brow, a crack running across the middle
of one lens. His face was a mask of indifference, though she could feel
the tension radiating from him.
"<Hello, Mousse...>" she said quietly.
He watched her for several moments, his jaw taut and his blue eyes
hard and distant.
"<Shampoo,>" he replied. The way he said her name was both mournful
and full of regret. She noticed the long, straight-bladed sword he
carried in his hand for the first time as it came up silently to caress
the underside of her chin. The steel of the blade was as cold to the
touch as the feel of his eyes upon her.
"<If you're here to kill me, Mousse, be quick about it,>" she
managed. For the last six months she had known humiliation, hardship,
and defeat, and now she simply did not care anymore. Death would at
least grant her the release from pain she had been unable to earn through
success."<To tell you the truth, I want to die. Kill me, and be done with
this.>"
He grunted in affirmation, and lifted the sword from her chin. The
blade came back to a point above his shoulder, from which he could bring
it down swiftly and cut her head from her neck.
The sword whistled down at her, and she dropped her eyes to the
ground. She did not want Mousse to be the last thing she saw in life.
She felt a pang of conscience for her unborn child, but argued with
herself in that last moment that this was for the best.
She felt the icy blade touch her neck and made a final gasp.
But death did not come for her.
The sword remained where it had stopped, the thin edge of the steel
just biting into her flesh. She looked up to see Mousse's sword arm
trembling, and his eyes wet with tears.
"<Don't say it,>" he moaned. "<I already know that I'm a fool and a
weakling. I can't bring myself to kill you, Shampoo, even though it's the
thing I want most in the world right now.>"
He let the sword fall from her shoulder and drop point first into
the dirt. The hilt dangled limply in his hand for a moment, then slipped
from his numb fingers.
"<Go,>" he said to her, turning away. "<To hell, or back to Jusenkyo,
I don't care. Just get out of my life forever.>"
Shampoo wiped at the blood that trickled down her neck and looked
at it for a moment. Then she eyed the sword that lay there on the ground
at her feet. Finally, she looked at Mousse's vulnerable back.
"<Congratulations,>" she said ruefully to him.
He turned around, his face twisting into a rictus of anger.
"<What are you talking about?>" he demanded in choked voice.
She picked up the sword and brought the tip to his chest just a hair
to the left of his sternum and over his heart. He did not flinch as the
blade pressed into the folds of his robes to rest directly against his
flesh.
"<You finally resisted me,>" she replied dully, keeping the tension
of the blade against his body as she spoke. "<You finally refused me
something.>"
He blinked at her in confusion.
"<Shampoo...?>"
Her violet eyes flashed at him. "<And I hate you for it, Mousse.
The one time you resist me is the one time I wanted you to obey me more
than anything. I despise you, Mousse!>" She leaned on the blade, which
tore the fabric of his robes and dug into his flesh, the steel grating
on the edge of his sternum with a metallic ring. He did not move, did
not attempt in any way to prevent her from plunging the sword straight
through his heart.
She too, stopped short of dealing a fatal wound. She ached to kill
him, to use him as the object of her revenge for everything that had gone
wrong in her life, from the things he was responsible for to the things
he was innocent of doing. The stabs of conscience would not allow it, but
they did little to soften her heart in that agonizing moment of decision.
"<I want you to go on living with my hate, Mousse,>" she whispered
in a trembling voice, tears running down her cheeks in hot streaks. "<I
want you to know that if I survive this day; if I should return to
Jusenkyo; that I will dedicate my life and the life of our child to
destroying the Musk Dynasty and any who stand with it.>"
Mousse's eyes opened, and he looked at her in awe.
"<That's right, Mousse,>" she confirmed for him. "<I'm pregnant
with your baby. One more reason I have to hate you.>" She let the sword
drop at his feet the way he had done with her. "<I swear to you that I
will raise her to hate her father with every fiber of her being.>"
She stepped back from the weapon. "<This is your last chance,
Mousse. Pick up that sword and do what you should have done the first
time. Harden your heart against me because I do not love you, and if
you should spare me a second time, know that I will be the cause of more
pain and suffering in your life than anything you've ever known before.>"
He looked down at the wound in his chest, felt the darker spot on
his dark robes where his blood soaked the fabric, and then let his gaze
fall upon Shampoo.
"<I can't kill you, Shampoo, and even if I could, I can't kill my
own child,>" he said at length. "<If one day, she rises up against me,
even then I couldn't lift a hand to stop her.>" He recovered the sword
from the ground and made it disappear within the folds of his robe.
"<We shall continue as nothing more than holes in each other's hearts
until then.>"
He turned and started for his Crusader, head high, unbowed. He did
not say goodbye. He did not look back.
END OF PART THIRTY
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