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Something hit Ardan from behind. Instinct brought his hand down on the Victor'sjump jet controls. The 'Mech leapt and spun as ravening beams snapped like bolts of fusion-charged lightning at the spot where he'd just been standing.
The Victordropped to one knee as it came to ground. His attacker was now a 70-ton WarHammerso much like Sep's that Ardan caught himself looking for her personal crest on the scarred battle machine's left shoulder. The double bolt of lightning had been the discharge from the twin PPCs it mounted as ungainly arms. Those ca
The battle had become a near free-for-all now. The Hussar Crusaderbehind him was exchanging missile fire with the crippled Thunderbolt,but the WarHammer,baffled by Ardan's sudden jump, was swinging to open fire on Fitzgerald.
If only his autoca
The 'Mech's temperature alarms were rasping in his ears, and red and amber lights flickered and winked across his console. The heat inside the cockpit was overwhelming, coating his body with a sheen of sweat and setting the tiny electric pumps in his coolant vest to whining. He had been maneuvering too hard, jumping and discharging his lasers too frequently. The Victorcould not handle the excess heat much longer.
And neither could he. The high temperature left him gasping, each breath painful. He was weak and dizzy, and only the adrenalin surging through his blood was keeping him moving at all.
He stepped through the fire, and his vision cleared. The WarHammerwas close, much closer than he'd expected, scarcely thirty meters away. Having turned again to fire at Fitzgerald's Crusader,it now had its back to Ardan.
The Victor'scomputer streamed words across his main combat screen: Heat critical. Suggest immediate shutdown.He slapped the heat cut-off overrides, then stabbed at the jump jet controls once more. His Victorkicked off into the sky, rising on throbbing jets. He kicked in the maneuvering thrusters once, let the massive machine ride against its shrieking gyros. The WarHammerturned, looking up, its PPC rising too late...
The impact was deafening. Metal shrieked, and the WarHammer'scockpit opened like a flower between the Victor'sfeet. In combat, the Victorwas a constant surprise to Mech Warriors encountering it for the first time, for none expected a 'Mech of its size to be jump-capable. Though the WarHammer'spilot had seen the Victorjump, he had turned to deal with the Crusader'sLRM barrage before trying to finish off Ardan's 'Mech. The mistake had cost him his life.
Ardan brought the Victorup out of the tangled wreckage, his autoca
"The Thunderboltshut down," Fitzgerald said. Battle-charged excitement edged his voice. "The pilot ejected."
Ardan swung and saw the TDR still standing, an immobile cast-metal statue now, the blown escape hatch still dangling across the wreckage of its shoulder-mounted LRM launcher. If Thunderboltshad a particular weakness in battle, it was their tendency toward rapid heat overloading— the penalty paid for carrying so many heavy weapons.
The battle had turned now in favor of the invaders. Ardan rotated his 'Mech, picked out others he recognized from his own unit moving through the enemy's bunker area. A scattered handful of Liao 'Mechs were withdrawing down the slope into the forested swamps to the west.
He opened a new commlink cha
"We copy, Gold Leader!" The voice was that of Eric Garrand, whose red-painted Archerwas the number two ‘Mech in Ardan's Command Lance. He sounded enormously relieved. "This is Gold Two, returning command to you, sir! Hell, I saw you fall into a swamp! We thought you'd bought the farm!"
"Not even a down payment, Eric. What's the situation?"
"The 17th is down and scattered. Maybe 40 percent have reported in to me since I took your seat, but there're more coming in all the time. A bunch of us landed smack on this snake's nest, but it looks like we've about got them cleaned out now. Some withdrew toward that jungle behind you. The main body is falling back to the south."
"Good. Any word from the 5th?"
"Not yet, sir. There's no line-of-sight, and we don't have our space relay commlinks in yet. I have a scout platoon moving up the ridge, though, and they'll be able to serve as a lasercom relay station as soon as they get the 5th in view."
"Good enough." Ardan glanced at his chronometer and was shocked to find that less than an hour had passed since he'd touched down, including more than forty minutes he'd spent splashing around in the swamp and hiking back to where the action was.
There were no targets nearby. He locked his controls, pulled the neural helmet from his shoulders, then decided to take a chance and crack his Victor'sskullcap. The round, topside hatch popped open to admit a gush of cold air as Ardan climbed out onto his 'Mech's shoulder.
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The air was muggy and hot but so much cooler and fresher than what he had been enjoying in the Victor'scockpit that Ardan sagged back against the 'Mech's massive head in pure relief. He had left the helmet's commlink attachment in place and could hear new reports of additional 'Mechs arriving on the broad and smoke-heavy field. The 17th's ComInt people reported that 85 percent of the regiment had reported in, with more reports still to be processed. Perhaps the 17th had not suffered too many casualties in their ill-advised drop into a bog. It might be days before all of the stragglers reported in, but he was sure now that 'Mechs lost to landing mishaps in lakes or swamp would be mercifully few.
Meanwhile, he opened an access cover, drew his knife, and began working at the mechanism of his autoca
"Gold Leader! Gold Leader!" Garrand's voice cut in from his earpiece. "We got company coming, boss!"
"What is it?" He looked around the horizon. Except for scattered groups of Davion 'Mechs sorting themselves out after the first battle, the area looked clear. A distant thunder rolled down from the eastern ridge, sounds of pitched battle on the far side.