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<span class='sectionToc'><span class='TOC-number'>10</span><a href='#renorsal-reversal'>Renorsal Reversal</a></span> 
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<h3 class='sectionHead' id='renorsal-reversal'><span class='titlemark'>10   </span> <a id='x11-5700010'></a>Renorsal Reversal</h3>
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<span class='subsectionToc'>10.1 <a href='#_22' id='QQ2-11-80'>Firefight</a></span>
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<p class='noindent'>
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>Dusty ’Star Colonel’ Guerra</p></div>
 
<p class='noindent'>    <br class='newline' /><span class='ecbi-1000'>Braizo Plains</span><br class='newline' /><span class='ecbi-1000'>Renorsal, Outworlds Wastes</span><br class='newline' /><span class='ecbi-1000'>15 November 3064</span>
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Blinding blue-white beams lashed across the wind swept, barren landscape of the Braizo Plains. One particle bolt
slammed into rock outcropping, filling the air with splintered stone shards as the rock exploded under the hellish
forces.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Through the shower of rock and dust, the second beam drilled into the barrel-chest of a <span class='ecti-1000'>Wolverine</span>. Wherever the PPC
beam touched it eviscerated the ferro-fibrous armor, seeking to punch through to the vital inner workings
beneath.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Riding in the cockpit of her <span class='ecti-1000'>Ice Ferret</span>, Sandra cast a glance at Kamran’s <span class='ecti-1000'>Warhawk </span>stalking along a ridge behind her. The
assault OmniMech vented heat in the rear display over her primary holographic as its pilot relocated the massive weapons
platform.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Undaunted by the strike despite the damage, the <span class='ecti-1000'>Wolverine </span>pilot unleashed a double burst of suppressing autocannon fire
as he jumped for better cover.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "Seeker Three," Star Commander Malik Kirov’s voice growled over the comms. "Swing wide to the left and move around
their flank."
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "<span class='ecti-1000'>Aff</span>, Seeker Lead."
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Channeling her sense of balance into the neural link, Sandra leaned her forty-five ton war machine left as she altered
course.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>    <span class='ecti-1000'>Malik warned his vision promised conflict. Yet it will be a small price to pay to discover the fate of the 61</span><sup class='textsuperscript'><span class='ecti-0900'>st</span></sup> <span class='ecti-1000'>Royal Jump
Infantry. That so many other groups are on this world, seemingly searching for something, is a strong indicator that Malik is
correct.</span>
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>    <span class='ecti-1000'>Groups like these mercenaries…</span>
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Sandra darted the <span class='ecti-1000'>Ice Ferret </span>through a narrow gap in another rock formation then burst into the open, throwing her
OmniMech into a 129 kph sprint.
</p> 
<p class='indent'></p><div class='centerline'>                             _____________________________________________________________                             </div>
 
<p class='noindent'>   "Charlie will you watch where you’re going?!"
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   The Demolisher assault tank tilted dangerously as the left side treads rolled up and over a boulder. Twin Gauss Rifle
barrels, adorned with the words ’Diplomacy Failed’ scrawled on them in white, nearly scraped the ground as the gunner
swung them back into line with the hull.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Used to this approach to driving, the crew wedged feet and arms against support structures to keep in their
positions.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Despite Sergeant Dwight Shelby’s complaints, Charles Harper knew he didn’t care about the driving. He was griping to
gripe.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   It took the edge off driving a barely mobile tank into combat with the Clans.
                                                                                                
                                                                                                
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "Diplomacy’s a tank, Sarge, not a sports car."
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "You could TRY not to hit every terrain feature," Gunner Austin Lane remarked over the comms. "Just a
thought."
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "You wanna drive, Aus?"
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "No," Shelby cut off the chance for Austin to reply. "We go through enough tracks without letting the kid with no license
drive."
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   The tank rattled and slid sideways across loose scree as Charles manhandled it onto course, eliciting more
curses.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "Shucks, Sarge," Charles remarked through gritted teeth. "I don’t have a license neither."
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "Contact! Look sharp!"
</p> 
<p class='indent'></p><div class='centerline'>                             _____________________________________________________________                             </div>
 
<p class='noindent'>   Sandra’s first warning was an urgent tone from her sensors. A hostile contact flashed into existence on her holographic as
the Demolisher seemed to materialize on the ridge just over three hundred meters away.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Yet again, the Goliath Scorpion warrior cursed the mineral deposits on world that had played hell with sensor operations
since they landed.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Battle reflexes, bred into the Trueborn warrior through the advanced genetics programs of the Clans then honed to
perfection, meant Sandra was evading the moment she was aware of the enemy tank.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   It was still not fast enough.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   The silvery blur of a Gauss Rifle hurtled across the desert to slam into the left arm of the <span class='ecti-1000'>Ice Ferret</span>.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Sandra wrestled with the controls, keeping the war machine upright by a combination of skill and determination. Her eyes
flashed to the damage indicator as it dutifully updated the condition of her OmniMech.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Internal structure damage on the arm, but no loss of functionality…yet. Still, cannot take another hit like
that!
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   The clan warrior ducked her machine behind a low ridge, breaking line of sight with the massive assault
tank.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>    <span class='ecti-1000'>Let’s see how good your really are, </span>surat<span class='ecti-1000'>.</span>
</p> 
<p class='indent'></p><div class='centerline'>                             _________________________________________________________                             </div>
 
<p class='noindent'>   "Hell yeah! Nice shootin’ Lane!"
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Charles couldn’t help but grin at Shelby’s words. It had been a hell of a shot to tag that <span class='ecti-1000'>Fenris </span>just as it exited the
canyon.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>    <span class='ecti-1000'>Not bad for a bunch of farm kids in an oversized tin can.</span>
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   But now the tough part would really begin. Already, Charles was shifting the controls to turn the ponderous tank. It
rarely benefited them to stay in the same position for long…and he suspected it would be a matter of time before the
inevitable happened.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Even anticipating it, he was surprised when it happened.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   The <span class='ecti-1000'>Fenris </span>reemerged around the rock formation, running at a full sprint. In mere seconds it chewed up the distance
between itself and the ridge where Charles was trying to get Diplomacy into a better firing position.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Only thirty meters away, a defile would provide some cover for the tank while it continued to hurl Gauss rounds
downrange.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Unfortunately, Diplomacy never got the chance to use it.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   A quartet of stuttering emerald beams lashed out from the OmniMech, stabbing into the front and side of the turning
armored vehicle. Armor vaporized at the caress of pulse lasers and Diplomacy developed an unsettling and all too familiar
grinding sound.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Charles cursed as the display in front of him flared a warning in red.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "We lost a track!"
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   There was a collective groan through the tank, audible over the engine and the discharge of twin Gauss Rifles
overhead.
</p> 
<p class='indent'></p><div class='centerline'>                             _____________________________________________________________                             </div>
 
<p class='noindent'>   One Gauss Rifle round tore past the cockpit of the <span class='ecti-1000'>Ice Ferret </span>so close Sandra thought she could feel the shock of its
displacement through the air. The other skipped off the ground to the OmniMechs right and ricocheted into its right thigh,
sending a shudder through the war machine.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Once again, Sandra’s skilled hand on the controls kept the ‘Mech upright but she gritted her teeth noting half the armor
on the leg was gone. Grudgingly, she acknowledged the skill of the tank’s gunner.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>    <span class='ecti-1000'>But it is all coming to an end now.</span>
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Smoke drifted up from the hull of the now immobilized tank. Magnification confirmed the OmniMech’s battle computer
report; the tank had lost its left track.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   It was little more than a pillbox. A thickly armored and well-armed pillbox, but still an immobile target.
                                                                                                
                                                                                                
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Planting one foot, Sandra leaned her ‘Mech so hard to the right she could have placed a hand on the ground as she
reversed the OmniMech’s course to rush right at the tank.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Feeling the shot more than aiming, she lashed the enemy tank with more pulse laser fire. Only two connected and neither
did more than damage more armor, of which the machine seemed to have an endless supply.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Now, however, the mercenary tank brought back up weapons online. A pair of medium lasers returned her fire, cutting
protection from the left flank and centerline of the OmniMech. It was not enough to punch through, but it softened the war
machine up should another Gauss Rifle round find its mark.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>    <span class='ecti-1000'>You are a bruiser for certain…but let us try something unorthodox, </span>quiaff<span class='ecti-1000'>?</span>
</p> 
<p class='indent'></p><div class='centerline'>                             _________________________________________________________                             </div>
 
<p class='noindent'>   "Austin will you tag that damn thing already!"
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Shelby coughed as smoke drifted through the compartment of Diplomacy, courtesy of a shorted-out display. The tanks
turret ground right as Austin tried to track the fast-moving OmniMech.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "You wanna convince the damn Clanner to stop moving so I can?"
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Charles squinted through the viewport, watching the <span class='ecti-1000'>Fenris </span>change course. It was one of the sharpest bits of ‘Mech
piloting he’d seen outside that pirated copy of last year’s Noisel Summer Games.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "He’s coming right at us," he called to the gunner. "Make it count, Aus!"
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>
                                                                                                
                                                                                                
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   <h4 class='subsectionHead' id='_22'><span class='titlemark'>10.1   </span> <a id='x11-5800010.1'></a>Firefight</h4>
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<p class='noindent'> <a href='https://jaredblando.com/'><img alt='’Demolisher and Ice Ferret fighting’' height='614' src='img/Firefight.webp' width='397' /></a>
</p><figcaption class='caption'><span class='id'></span><span class='content'>Firefight between <span class='ecti-1000'>Diplomacy Failed </span>and <span class='ecti-1000'>Ice Ferret </span>-  <a href='https://jaredblando.com/'>Jared Blando</a>                                        </span></figcaption><!-- tex4ht:label?: x11-5800010.1  -->
                                                                                                
                                                                                                
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<p class='noindent'>
                                                                                                
                                                                                                
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Another Gauss round slammed into the right torso of the <span class='ecti-1000'>Ice Ferret</span>, smashing armor and cracking the internal structure.
Warnings flashed indicating the frame of the war machine had taken damage and another hit there would likely damage the
fusion reactor.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Sandra kept her OmniMech on course, determined to end this struggle one way or another. Lasers flashed at her but both
missed as she sidestepped the <span class='ecti-1000'>Ice Ferret </span>around a low hill then raced up to the tank.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   The first kick crashed into the side of the armored vehicle, denting armor and crushing a pair of boggie wheels.
It was a testament to the design of the Demolisher that the plating held up under the assault of a 45-ton
‘Mech.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Undoubtedly, the crew was rattled when Sandra delivered a second kick in rapid succession.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>    <span class='ecti-1000'>You all assume we do not know how to fight in close, Sandra grinned. But in the 3</span><sup class='textsuperscript'><span class='ecti-0900'>rd</span></sup> <span class='ecti-1000'>Cuirassiers, it is a point of
pride.</span>
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   The armor cracked under the assault and the OmniMech battle computer indicated there was a chance of internal
damage. Another strike there, lasers or a kick, would likely destroy the enemy tank.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "All Seekers," Malik’s voice cut through Sandra’s cockpit once more. "Cease Fire. Repeat, Cease Fire."
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Sandra glanced in her overhead display. Kamran’s battle scarred <span class='ecti-1000'>Warhawk </span>was on a distant ridge, alongside Malik’s <span class='ecti-1000'>Vapor
Eagle</span>. Smoke drifted across the ridge from some unknown source. The mercenary forces were withdrawing slowly, weapons
still directed at the Goliath Scorpion ‘Mechs but none firing.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Sandra keyed her comms.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "Seeker Three to Lead. We are letting them go, <span class='ecti-1000'>quineg</span>?"
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "<span class='ecti-1000'>Aff</span>," Malik replied. "We are here for artifacts, not for combat. This fighting does not serve either of us…and this
mercenary is wise enough to recognize it. There will be other days for fighting."
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   Though she felt robbed of her victory, Sandra could find no fault in Malik’s logic. Keeping her battered <span class='ecti-1000'>Ice Ferret </span>facing
the immobilized tank, she began to reverse away from it as she keyed the external speakers.
</p> 
<p class='noindent'>   "You fought well, mercenary. Perhaps we will meet on the battlefield again…and truly determine who is the more
skilled."
</p> 
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