BattleTech: There's No We In Mercenary: (Eridani Light Horse Chronicles, Part Five) by Jason Hansa

Author:Jason Hansa
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Catalyst Game Labs
Published: 2021-08-06T05:00:00+00:00

Cynthia’s troops were still getting hurriedly repaired when Colonel Winston’s voice came over the battalion frequency: “Roadrunner, Stonewall Actual. Send your strike and recon lances to me, and take your command lance up rib one. I’ll have Alpha infantry fall back and meet you there. Tin Cans will hold the northern ridge.”

Cynthia looked at a secondary monitor to confirm the status of her company: reloading only took moments, so it had been completed first, but armor repairs depended on damage taken, and could take a while. All of her ’Mechs were only about half-repaired—that’ll have to do, she thought—and she ordered the technicians to finish up whatever they were working on so the company could move. Then she switched to the battalion frequency and replied, “Stonewall, Roadrunner—my command lance is heavier. I should be down in the valley with you.”

As she waited for a response, she watched her monitors: Boomer Company’s AA lance joined up with the colonel, and the three mobile artillery pieces continued past the repair site, heading to their next firing positions a half kilometer west.

“Roadrunner, that’s exactly why I want you on the ridge,” Colonel Winston replied. “Once we pin them in place, you need to charge down and hit their flank. With a bit of luck, it’ll be enough to make them fall back for a few minutes. That’s all we need, Cindy—Seventh Striker will be here in thirty minutes, we just have to hold them that long.”

“Understood,” she replied, and pointed her command lance toward the western lee side of the ridge. Within a minute, she was at the peak, stepping forward just enough to raise her cockpit above the ridge; the rest of her Trebuchet, Goodson’s Whitworth, and Ciensinski’s Centurion were hidden from Capellan sight.

To the east, racing from the second ridge toward her, was Alpha Company in their hover APCs, the extra-wide vehicles designed for riders to ride the dirt bikes directly up rear ramps. Pacing the APCs was Avellar’s Merlin, with a thick wall of smoke shielding their movements from Capellan sight.

The lead elements of the Warrior House were passing the second fish rib, now just 4,000 meters away from Colonel Winston’s thin line of defense. Far to the east, she could see the dust kicked up by the Forty-Second, the distance between the two enemy battalions growing with every step. Alpha’s APCs started to swing around the rib to offload Lila’s platoons on the ridge’s lee side; Rowan, in contrast, just headed her Merlin straight up the ridge toward Cynthia.

Touching a secondary monitor, Cynthia tagged everything she could see and squirted it out to the regiment. “Stonewall, Roadrunner. Looks like you’ll have company in about ten minutes.”

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