Chapter 1: The Coming of Dee
The battlefield was littered with shreded corpses of metal and burning ammunition. The Attack Company had paid a hefty price for this preemptive strike.
"The emperor is dead," the new lance commander of the First Attack Lance said solemnly as he examined the burning wreckage of the light armored attack jeep. "We have won the campaign, surrendered the militant imperialists on our borders, but such a price..."
"We'll need a new leader. The greatest warrior amongst us must be our leader if we are to survive," said the lance commander of the Second Attack Lance.
The remark was true. There needed to be a strong, fierce presence to lead the Combine from the front. But none could match the charisma and skill of the, now dead, emperor.
Late that night, when the feastivities of rememberence were finished, the man sat alone with naught but his confusion. How could he save his beloved homeland from invaders? How could the people sleep knowing that their freedom could very well be shattered in mere days? The guilt of weakness lay heavy upon his heart.
At some point during the early morn, that man raided the coffers, and met secretly with a black market 'mech merchant, peddling new wares freshly salvaged from the Word of Blake and repaired to fully functioning condition.
"She's not pretty, aye, but she's still a 'mech. A deadly piece of technology, alone she could take a company of your scout jeeps in the hands of the right pilot."
"The price?"
"Well..." the black merchant drew out the word. "A 'mech does not come cheap. The personal risk involved with it's salvage, the penalty for being caught, and the cost for the parts to repair her...You understand I must make a profit, yes?"
"Again, the price?"
"A mere...$20 million?"
"Deal," he said with a hint of venom. He knew he was out of options.
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The Landing craft kicked up dust and small rocks as it slowly brought itself down to the empty field not far from the capital. Curious citizens poured out of their homes and crowded around the craft as it's jets died out.
An awestruck gasp rung out through the gathered people as the 'mech slowly stepped down the ramp.
"I ride my chariot of death and justice. All who stand before the Combine shall wilt away as I break their courage out from beneath them! I am Dee! Warrior-emperor of the Dee Dee Combine! Ride with me, my warriors! Through hell or heaven, leaving death in our wake!"
The crowd roared in approval and Dee became the unrivaled leader. Thus began the golden era of the Dee Dee Combine.
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...my bed was on fire once. I blame the gnomes.
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