MechAssault 2: Lone Wolf/Eight Feet Under

Eight Feet Under[edit]

Natalia: MechWarrior, Lieutenant Foster is picking up some strange readings. Go investigate.

Foster: Sir, I’ve seen these kind of readings before, while I was scanning the data cores. We could be onto something big here.

Natalia: I have a feeling it’s about to find us. Heads up, hotshot. Big time energy readings moving in on your location.

Objective: Recon the area.

Foster: Whoa! What is that thing?!

Natalia: Whatever it is, take it down, MechWarrior. It sure doesn’t look friendly.

Objective: Take it out!

Natalia: He needs help. I’m going out in the VTOL. MechWarrior, prepare for salvage drops. I’m on my way.

Foster: Sir, my scans show the legs may be vulnerable. Hit the legs, hard! It’s firing some sort of plasma. That has to be the new core. The body seems to be shielded. Find a weak spot! That seems to make it mad! Keep hitting the legs.

Foster: Sir, keep moving. Stay away from its mouth!

Foster: Is that even a ‘Mech? Is there a pilot?

Natalia: MechWarrior, I’m dropping off salvage. Here you go, hotshot.

Natalia: You did it! Good job, MechWarrior. Foster, get out and inspect the wreckage.

Foster: Sirs, that thing held a data core. I can’t believe how much secret technology these things can unlock. Strange, this one seems to be…hold on…yeah, it seems to be focused on manipulation of plasma. I wonder what that means?

Natalia: Let’s get that core on board the Icarus and see what it can tell us about the other ones. I suddenly have a really bad feeling about our detour here on Thestria.

Foster: Sirs, SOS coming in from the Dragoons on Northwind. It’s kinda garbled.

Incoming transmission: This is Colonel Davis, commanding officer of the Beta Regiment of Wolf’s Dragoons. Sending an SOS to all Dragoon units. Hell…to anybody that can hear us. We are encircled on the planet Northwind. We are facing superior numbers, and are not sure how long we can hold.

Background: Lost contact! Rebel Lance, can you read? Rebel Lance?

Davis: Magnifying. The Word of Blake! I repeat, the hostiles are the Word of Blake!

Blakist: Dragoons, again. When will you learn? Suffer!

Natalia: We should have been there! This didn’t have to happen.

Alera: You would have been killed alongside them.

Natalia: They were Dragoons, Alera. That’s something I don’t expect a pirate to understand.

Foster: Word of Blake? Those guys don’t know when to quit!

Natalia: Foster, zealots don’t quit. They just come back twice as mean and four times as crazy. Get ready for some payback, MechWarrior. We have our target. Time to execute. Alera, set a course for Northwind, and don’t screw it up this time.

Alera: I just may have saved your life. All right. Preparing to jump in five…four…three…