"Victory!
VICTORY!!" - this thought went through Captains BuffoutBoy mind
as he stepped out of the cockpit of his black madcat with the red Dev cross
on the center torso. He climbed down and jumped on the ground, carfeully
watching not to touch the still hot metal of his mech.
BuffoutBoy was tired. 16 hours instant fighting FWL; SA, FC and again SA
and left its signs in the face with the hard eyes. Sweat dropped on his
waistcoat with the special coolant flush but he didnt notice. He was
occupied with looking at the surroundings with the trained eyes of a
warrior. His huge 12m high mech stood on a hill close to Nav Epsilon. The
wrecked rests of the last enemy mech that dared to stand in the way of dev
laid on the ground in a distance of 100m.
The pilot didnt bail - "a warriors death, but nevertheless death"
BuffoutBoy thought sadly. He sat down on a big stone and enjoyed the cool
breeze of air touching his face. And then, the rememberings became too
strong:
On 11th Nov 3100, strong enemy forces landed surprisingly on the neutral
soil of the planet, a protectorate of Dev. Dev Command hastely scrambled
together a small but elite unit to counter the bid on what was rightfully
Dev's.
The way through the system already had been paved with the deaths of good
fellow Dev warriors, BuffoutBoy remembered. The whole fighter escort got
killed by trice stronger enemy forces. But they forced the dropships way to
the landing zone. As their name indicates, they fought like devils,
destroying masses of enemies.
The unit had been dropped out of the damaged union-class dropship "Davion's
Pride" at a height of 10 k. Short time later, BuffoutBoy's mech had been
shaked by a huge explosion confirming the fate of the "Pride".
The dev StormTrooper lance landed right in between a weapon convoy
protected by a heavy lance enemy mech. It followed a massacre. The black
mech with the red cross raged in the convoy and let the enemies feel all
their anger about the lost friends on the "Pride". Nobody said it -
but
there was a silent agreement that no prisoners would be taken. As the cloud
of dust and flames set,
the StormTroopers had their first victory in a row of further battles to
come.
But it was high paid. Only Major Mainman, Seargant rot5 and Captain
BuffoutBoy survived. Even worse, the whole training lance of Major Darkelf
had been destroyed, partly by the explosion of the "Pride", partly
during
the slaughter. Only the apparently touched Major Darkelf survived the
death of his lance.
No word was spoken, no noise made. A silent tribute to the fallen friends.
The 4 survivors knew they stood with their back to the wall. No
reinforcements in sight and a whole planet to conquer. Others would have
given up, but not those true warriors. They splitted in two groups, Darkelf
and Rot5 on the one side, Mainman and BuffoutBoy on the other. And then
their mechs moved torwards their target: The HQ of the allied enemy forces
at Nav Epsilon.
BuffoutBoy couldnt consciously remember the next 12 hours of constant
battle. But some scenes burned into his mind. He remembered the attack on
the enemy HQ when he and the Major stood vs 6 enemy mech. He remembered the
killing of 4 of those mech in a combined fury of lrm, srm, streak and
ppc.He remembered the cool voice of his old friend Major Mainman in his
neuro helmet when he reported his status: "I am out of ammo and have only
armor in the legs left - its your show Buff". Just in this moment,
BuffoutBoy's Madcat got downed by heavy lrm and ac fire of the last
cauldron born and madcat prime. Silence followed, while BuffoutBoy tried to
bring up his mech. Then Mainmans voice again: "See you on the other side,
Buffy" and a furious yelling followed "MUAHAHAAHAHAAAAAAAAAA"
while
Mainman's Thor lifted off with burning jump jets..... and jumped right into
the cockpit of the cauldron born, burying the enemy pilot under tons of
heavy metal -Death From Above, a tremendously difficult maneuver-.
In this moment, BuffoutBoy's mech came up and hammered his ppc into the
internals of the center torso of the enemy madcat, letting the reactor
explode.
BuffoutBoy wished the memories with a gesture of his broken hand away. It
was close, but they did it. It Was OVER. Dev conquered the most important
sectors of the planet: The enemies fled to their dropships and were on way
to the jump ships waiting at the jump points at the edge of the system.
BuffoutBoy took a deep breath and his shadowed eyes cleared. He looked
around and the hard expression on his face softened. "What a beautiful
planet", he thought. 1 k away, he saw the landing dropship with the dev
command lance on board just coming from a battle at Benjamin.
He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and looked up. He saw into the tired
but smiling face of the Major. A warm feeling filled BuffoutBoy's breast.
No words were necessary while both enjoyed the mutal silence.
Soon, Major Darkelf and Seargant Rot5 approached slowly. Darkelf was
limping and the Rot5 had a a fresh long scar on his forehead, showing the
heavy battles they went through too. "A nice place for a picknick, isnt
it?", Rot5 said gryning while Darkelf passed around cold beer.
"Yes, a
good place." BuffoutBoy replied and Darkelf completed "A good place to
raise our children".
Some minutes later the dev command -General drivin2fast, Brigade General
Fang, Colonel Blodlust and Colonel TorturedSol- and other Dev arrived.
Drivin2fast looked at the group of tired, hurt warriors with a thinking,
serious expression
on his face "Very good work warriors. You drove a whole damn brigade from
this planet". And Brig. Gen. Fang continued gryning "War is
buisness and
buisness is good". In the following laughter of the group, the young and
busty blonde Saint George said: "So, who has earned the whipping of dev's
domatrice most?". Four hands raised immediately....
The End
~author Buffoutboy