Resist The PCA
A small force of PCA MTs are patrolling a city following a report of corporate or private activity in the area. The lead MT turns a corner, looking for said AC
<< Code 5: Hostile sighte *static* >>
The AC in question shoots out from where the lead MT was looking, having sent a present via shotgun
<< Code 15: Hostile attacking >>
<< Why is this thing so fast? >>
<< Shut up and shoot the damn thing! >>
<< LOOK OUT! >>
<< Shi *CRUNCH* . . . . . . . >>
<< See you in hell, PCA dogs >>
*Bang*
The attacking AC gets hit by a salvo of missiles and goes sliding into a building, limp and in flames, with the operational lights flickering off, the ammunition of one of its shoulder weapons cooking off and exploding, destroying the weapon mounted there and dealing an extreme amount of damage to the connected arm.
<< Did we get 'em? >>
<< I think so. Only took four of our total twelve with them. >>
<< I though they'd've put up more of a fight. >>
<< I know, right? >>
Suddenly, a whirring noise is heard and glowing particulates start appearing in the air around the MTs
<< What is this? >>
<< It kind of looks like coral. >>
<< Yeah, but coral's red, this stuff is a blue-green. >>
<< Better question, what's with the noise? >>
<< I don't k. . . AHHGH . . . >>
Feedback then comes from the pilot who just screamed, then static, and then, nothing.
<< Uh, you good? >>
Nothing
<< PCA MT 38-65874, do you read? >>
Still nothing
<< Shit, we need to report this back to command. >>
<< What are we going to tell them? That we lost four MTs to an AC that we killed and then lost another to a blue-green coral wanna be? >>
<< I mean, that's what happened. >>
<< That'll only happen if you get the chance to call back in >>
<< What the?! >>
The seemingly dead AC stands back up, and started to slowly approach the MT squad, its armor full of damage on both the structural and superficial levels and the core still ablaze.
<< How is this guy still alive? That entire AC's on fire and full of holes? >>
<< I don't fucking know, just kill it! >>
The AC then tore the forearm off the husk of an MT and continued its slow approach.
<< What's it doing with that arm? >>
<< I don't know, call command for reinforcements! >>
<< I can't get through! >>
The AC then stopped . . . only to start moving again at an extreme speed, using the arm as a bludgeon.
<< Shoot it! >>
<< No, don't, it's too close. You need to hit it back. >>
By this point the AC has already made two of the MTs into beaten piles of scrap, leaving five MTs left. Wait, never mind make that four, MT 38-65874's back, it's lights are just yellow now and it just shot one of its former allies at almost point blank range with a grenade cannon.
<< 38-65874, what the fuck was that? >>
38-65874 is still giving nothing but silence. On the other side of the remaining four, the AC has just made the number three when it kind of staked an MT to the ground with the arm, after said MT launched a shell that went in one side and out the other, because there was a giant ass hole where the shell would have hit.
<< Shit, run! >>
As one of the MTs decided it was every one for themselves, the other two went down, one from getting kicked down and stomped on by 38-65874, and the other from getting the AC's broken rifle stabbed through it. The AC then stops, falls into a crater turned lake, and yay, no more fire. But now it's all water.
The MT then goes and pulls the AC out of the water and activates a non PCA distress beacon, effectively telling anyone who isn't the PCA to pick the two mechs up.
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"Damn it, what did I tell you about doing this to your AC?"
"To not do this."
"Correct. Now can you tell me why and how you got a PCA pilot to help you?"
"Thought it would be funny. Besides, they're one of our inside guys."
"Damn it, you weren't supposed to give any of them the order to go rouge yet."
"Sorry, sorry. But seriously, lighten up, it was funny."
"Jokes aside, now we have to re-equip and reimburse them, before setting them loose as an independent. You do realize that they completely blew all their cover because of you, right? They're luck they kept their belongings with them today, because they can't go back."
"Shit, I mean . . . at least they aren't with the PCA anymore?"
"You know what? Just. . . UGH!!!" *punches hole in a wall, pulls their hand out of the wall and leaves*
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"Alright, since Hellion thought it would be funny to blow your cover, along with their AC, your contract is over, and as stated in the contract, you'll be given a fairly basic AC with a couple of modifications, access to some of this organizations resources and facilities, and be reimbursed for your time undercover before we set you loose as an independent. I just need you to fill out a registration for a mercenary license, and your free to do as you please."
"Okay. . . well, it was a pleasure working for you, and I hope you extend some form of offer to me again."
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Vd33
Callsign: Stray
AC Designation:
- Junker
- Psycho's Spray Can
- Dead Man's Muse
- Alley Cat
- Wyrm Wing
Affiliation: Independent / Unaffiliated
Rank: - 42 - / - F -
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A/N: The reason for the multiple AC designations is because it doesn't really make sense to keep the same designation that's been used on one machine and then change out almost every single part while still keeping the same name. This is also because I have a difficult time sticking with names, but y'all don't need to know that. Right?
Another thing is that these are all different possibilities for names, and other than Junker, I might not even use them.
Also, Junker is the MT, just with various modifications and whatnot being made so that it can keep up with an AC. Just thought I might keep it there and do that to it for shits and giggles.
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"Stray, huh?"
"Yep, they seem to have a history of straying away from orders. Also rumored to have undercover for a while on part of a job."
"You know anything else about that job?"
"Nope. Just rumors. Don't even know if said rumors are true. Only thing I do know is that they supposedly have a modified MT that used to belong to the PCA. You still want to make contact, given their record?"
"Well, better us than the Corps."
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