Reposted from
here.
Into the Fire (Battletech/Earthsiege)
"After the chaos of the First Succession War, mankind stood in the ashes of what they had wrought, and for two hundred years, the Five Houses struggled against each other, unaware of the greater dangers lurking in the darkness. Out beyond the Periphery, time and space itself warped and twisted. Kerensky's Clans and the Dark Intellect watched and waited, each with their own agenda. When Prometheus finally launched an offensive on the Inner Sphere, the Successor States were unprepared for the Cybrid onslaught. I tell the story of the Great Human Empire and the coming of Prometheus. I tell the story of the rise of the Sixth House."
March 15, 3010 (Inner Sphere Calendar)
Delacruz, Draconis Combine
A long time ago, his name was Victor Petresun. Now, he was Harabec "Phoenix" Weathers, though he was using yet another alias at the moment. In another timeline, another world, he would have infiltrated, then defected to lead a rebellion against his true father, Emperor Solomon Petresun -- the Fortress Earth Proclamation of 2770 would have ensured it -- but a lot of things can change in fifty years, and the pirate attack on Mars thirteen years ago changed everything. Temporal displacement, dimensional rifting, no one was entirely sure what had happened, but one thing was clear: No matter how much the Emperor wished it, Earth and Luna alone could never stand up to the threat now lurking beyond the stars. What had happened at Tharsis City proved it. So, while Mars and the other colonies weren't free, they were now benefiting from the fruits of their labor, and support for the Free Martian Alliance and other rebel groups had withered away.
He glanced up at his HERC. Even after two hundred years, the Apocalypse Mk V was still the workhorse of the Imperial Legions. At sixty tons, it was classified as a low-end heavy by local standards and provided an excellent balance of speed, firepower, and durability. Like all the HERCs on this mission, it had been heavily modified. It still had proper HERC technology hidden within its armored frame, but it could now work without some of them in order to blend in. His particular HERC was armed with two Kandala 90mm rotary autocannons, two Sioux Firecoup-9 standard lasers, a Sunfinger-ND compression laser, and a particle beam weapon. At full power, the effective range and yield on the PBW easily eclipsed its local equivalent, the PPC, and the standard lasers were notably more powerful than the medium lasers they resembled. The compression laser had been modified so that it could fire singly instead of the resonant triple pulse that gave them their name, effectively turning it into another medium laser equivalent while the modification was engaged, and the heavy autocannons had been retrofitted to accept either standard Imperial munitions or the local 90mm stock.
The DropShip's deck plating shuddered beneath his feet. They were nearly there.
"All right, people, let's mount up!"
Within minutes, the DropShip had landed, the ramp lowered, and Harabec pushed the holographic throttle forward. Unlike the local equivalents, HERCs had computers with the processing power to analyze the terrain and walk or run without direct input from a neuro-helmet or foot pedals. The HERCs' paint was deliberately slapdash and haphazard, their armor worn and dented, the entire machines treated to the liberal application of a sand blaster, in only minor contrast to the faded parade ground paint jobs of the four armored warriors that greeted them, three lights and a heavy. Still, he wasn't about to underestimate them. For all their shortcomings, BattleMechs easily overshadowed HERCs in sheer ruggedness; he still had trouble wrapping his head around the fact that some of them remained battleworthy despite being literally
centuries old.
Harabec's Apoc automatically tried to identify the 'Mechs in the squad --
Lance, he corrected himself,
they're called lances here -- before them, but he only gave the readout a cursory glance.
"This is Captain Bek Storm of the Storm Knights," he transmitted. "I understand the Draconis Combine has a job for us?"
They'd do what they were sent here to do: hire on with and investigate the so-called Successor States, one House at a time. Eventually, the whole house of cards that was the Inner Sphere would fall, if not to the Empire, then to the Cybrids.
Bek wished there was another way.
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A/N: Note, I picked a world at random; I actually know very little about Battletech, so if this is ever going to go anywhere, I would need a co-author who's much more familiar with it than I am.