I will update this story as best as I can.
so please enjoy what I have thus far.
After the fall of the star league Jim Jade figured it was time to leave the Inner sphere and take his entire company with him. Even with the protest of his investors he packed up his people, broke down the factories, stripped everything they could, and destroyed all memory cores that they could not take with them.
Waiting them in orbit above Terra six elephant class Dropships waited for the resources and people alike.
The sky around Terra was filled with different kinds of Dropships, some big & some small taking all that they could hold.
The vast fleet of civilian craft would hitch a ride on the many Jumpships or at least as many as they had left after the many different wars that they was commandeered for.
The Largest Jumpship was the Merchantman which was the most costly to build and was one of five, though because of much fighting this was the last of its brethren and the scars of war could be seen on its sides where scorch marks from PPCs and pocket marks where LRMs had hit it.
Only time to fix the most damaged sections the ship looked as if it was held together by wires, blood, duck tape, and glue.
The other Jump ships was the much smaller Merchantmen which had seen their own share of combat. The many Dropships loaded and once complete the ships jumped heading for sections of space uncharted with hopes of finding a safer home.
In total six worlds across the Inner sphere and different houses was left behind and taking a good chunk of the work force with them forced the houses to bring in people to fill in the gaps left behind and to rebuild.
It would be sixty years before the FOIS would make contact with the Inner sphere which had surprised many as they had been written off as lost.
They made their comeback with mechs not seen since the fall of the Star League though downgraded yet still viable for combat.
Among the war machines was newer Dropships & Jumpships designed to act as both military & civilian craft thanks to its modular systems that allowed for quick and easy additions of weapons or removal for larger cargo bays.
With their arrival also came a new mercenary unit known as the blue swords armed with mechs not sold by the FOIS and with technology long lost to them.
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Dart put the Noteputer down careful not to damage the crystal face and rubbed his eyes before letting out a long yawn.
“Why did they cut of the history there? I mean this is for private use after all.” Dart Muttered.
“Be thankful I managed to get that much from the historians.” A female voice said from behind him just as he felt a slim hand on his left shoulder.
He took it in his and kissed it gently before turning around to see his XO and wife waiting for him.
“That is true, and it was a wonderful read even if it was full of holes.” Dart Chuckled and got up slowly as the Dropship was waiting for the recon team to report back with the LZ.
“Been an hour since their last contact, I hope they hadn’t run into trouble.” Dart said with a troubled look on his face.
“Don’t worry Jenna is with them so if any problems arise she can handle it.” Jan said trying to sound convincing as she could.
“Normally I would agree but the team is in lightly armed & armored LAMs.” Dart knew he should have sent actual fighters in but Jenna hated normal fighters and being a highly skilled LAM pilot she refused to pilot anything else.
Before Jan could reply the bridge called but beating him to it Jan answered first. “Good news I hope Alex?”
“Yeah just got word from Jenna, says she found a great spot but could use a little help, sent the Blue Devils out to give them a hand.” Alex knew she might have over stepped her boundaries but relaxed when he complemented her quick actions.
On the ground Jen looked at the glowing analog clock projected to the lower right of her canopy. ‘five more minutes..’ she thought as she moved her LAM to the hard right just as a Light Auto cannon shell flew past her cockpit.
“Damn they just don’t give up!” Jen grumbled.
“Well they think they have a better chance against us since their riflemen have longer reach than we do.” Came the Voice of her lance mate.
“You don't say Jake.” Retorted a different voice.
“Tina watch it or I’ll shove my LAM’s foot right up you’re a—“ Jake’s reply was cut short as he dodged a AC shell.
“Cut the chatter and drop that lance of Riflemen!” Jen ordered and three voiced echoed ‘roger’.
They dodged the best they could but was getting nowhere fast in the air because of the Riflemen so they was forced to go to the ground which made the enemy warriors think they dropped the fighters.
Only to be met by a barge of Large & small Lasers tearing into the enemy mech’s armor where they set one off due to hitting the ammo bins or blowing off a limb.
Jen gritted her teeth as a AC round slammed into the side of her LAM and tearing off the left wing of her LAM grounding her.
The LAMs they was piloting was different from the Star League era LAMs as the FOIS refined them and to help speed up the process they removed the battlemech mode completely and instead opted just for the Hybrid mode & fighter mode.
The LAM now had a cleaner and smother transition that stripped more than half the time it use to take to change.
They now had been surrounded by two lances of mechs and tanks moving in to finish them off when fighters swarmed the enemy.
“Took yer time Tony.” Jen said.
“That happens when you are dancing with the enemy.” Tony said.
Above them eight fighters brought hellish lighting down upon the enemy mechs as red PPC whips lashed out at the enemy units while others released fiery hell upon the enemy tanks using their trademark blue Inferno Missiles.
One of the Devils was too far away for SRMs however the Missiles reached with ease which then exploded releasing its flaming payload.
“What the hell?” Jen said as she quickly side stepped out of the way or risk getting some of the hellish goo on her machine as well.
“Watch it!” Jen hissed at the fighter who fired it.
“Don’t get your coolant vest in a twist I know what I am doing.” A female voice with a hint of humor in it retorted.
Jen muttered something but wise to keep her voice down so her throat mic didn’t activate.
The Devils fled due to being out of ammunition and fuel running low leaving an even more battered team.
The enemy Riflemen lowered their Auto cannons down at Jen’s unit and fired sending Auto Cannon shells into the paper thin armor destroying the LAMs and killing Jake who scarified himself to use his machine as a shield.
Thinking they was all going to die she closed her eyes but instead of feeling pain that would be followed by nothing she heard the sound of metal on metal and the ground shaking as a Goliath landing on one of the Rifleman from the Dropship it had leaped from.
“Bout time you shown up Shawn” Jen muttered.
“Better late than never.” Shawn said.
“The one behind you killed Jake.” Jen hissed and Shawn mule kicked the Rifleman in the leg crushing armor plating and breaking the mech’s ‘bone’ causing it to crumple under its own weight and then stepped on the cockpit.
“Oops” Shawn said as he turned his machine around and fired the PPC cutting a huge molten scar across one of the remaining Riflemen right arm and melting the AC barrel which sent molten metal into the Large Laser barrel and ruining the weapon.
Over head flew a Aerospace carrier designed to quickly mobilize standard Battlemechs of a certain weight.
The 100 ton carrier released a blue Crab which once dropped parachutes deployed to allow a gentle landing.
Jen smiled and quickly ran for the mech and climbed up the ladder to the enclosed cockpit and did the system checks as fast as she could.
“Voice activation required.” The voice of the Computer stated.
“A heart of Ignis, gaze of Glacies, and a soul of skotadi for I am death” Jen said and the mech came to life.
Jen looked over the mech’s weapon systems and was glad to see the left arm’s PPC’s status was green which means the techs finely managed to work out the kinks in the PPC’s power system as it wasn’t charging completely.
Next to her was Rex’s Commando however because of the heavy fire June’s stinger could not be deployed.
“Well let’s see how they fair against some actual battlemechs.” Jen said with a savage smile.
Moving quickly she dodged the enemy fire and grabbed the side of the tank and flipped it over and released hell from her PPC and then moved to the next target.
“Well damn!” Jen muttered as an Atlas came into view followed by three battlemasters.
The Atlas was close to range with its large bore AC and just as she thought she seen a blur of metal from its AC it shook and fell backwards as weapon fire from the Minuteman Aerodyne Dropship came down low and out of the mech bays the Blue Sword Command lance leaped out and landed close to Jen.
In front of her stood a Thug armed with a PPC, Axe, Jump Jets, and medium lasers it was a side to behold and to be feared.
The Thug moved into action the moment it landed driving the Axe down and crushing what remains of the armor over the closest Battlemaster’s left arm and cutting it off at the shoulder sending the arm to the ground and causing it to stumble backwards.
However instead of falling backwards the pilot managed to regain their balance and returned fire cutting a large molten line across the Thug’s center torso and barely missed the cockpit.
With a loud crack of thunder a purple whip of manmade lighting left Jen's PPC and snaked across the short distance leaving a scent of ozone in the air.
Upon impact a large swath of damage was cut across second Battlemaster that caused molten metal to flow down from the gash like blood coming from its left leg.
Fallowing up the PPC Jen did some minor damage against with a glancing slash across the face of the Battlemaster sending molten blood down from over the left side of the enemy cockpit and blocking some of the view.
Using the distraction the Thug brought its axe down and crushing and sending metal shards from where the blade bit into the mech’s left side of its head but failed to crack the armor completely as the Battlmaster tried to move at the very last moment which caused sparks and the loss of its communication system.
The Pilot within suffered none the less as he blacked out and falling backwards like a puppet with its strings cut.
With the loss of the final assault the enemy units within the tanks gave up and exited slowly with their hands in the air.
The first of many battles for the world that once belonged to the FOIS some hundred years ago was over but the war still rages on.