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You tap the temperature gauge to see if it's working right. Yup. Still -30 degress Celsius. If you don't get to Lin-GG station soon it doesn't matter what shape this mech you're piloting is in, you'll be frozen stiff. You breathe on your hands and start to rub them together.</div></div>
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<div id="storytext">The map screen is flickering, core power must be wavering. It still shows you still have a good 20 oor so kilometers til the station. Looks like there aree three routes open though to take.
The shortest route is **across the frozen lake**. It's should befrozen solid in this weather but this mech is just shy of 20 tons and your cousin was bragging about the size of the Goretusk Walruses he saw swimming under there.
The most straight forward route is **throuh the Kyburn pass**, though the winds will be roaring through there and the temperature will be loweest there. It should be the most straightforward.
You could also try a detour **through the abandoned Krilium refinery**. There could be useful supplies to help you on your way to the base... but you've seen the flickers of firees in thee factory windows at night.
You should check you core reading to see if you have enough fuel to even get there on any of thesee paths. The map flickers a few more times and goes blank.
Hunk of junk.</div></div>
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<div id="storytext">The core system menu takes a good 30 seconds to update. Your cousin sold it to you and you're 99% he ripped you off. The systems check finishes and you reaed thee information.
**Core Status: 80%**
Shit! You're new parts for this mech are taking more energy than you'd thought. You're going to have to ditch something soon if you're going to make it all the way to the station. You bring up a list of your recent parts additions.
Carlsson Bipedal v1.8 Leg Pistons - These Powerful piston motors give your mech added mobility, jump height and allow you to cover more distance and conserve fuel.
Axiom Thrusters - Thrusters that allow for huge bursts of speed or height but require massive fuel consumption
Koshitso Industrial Blade Arms - Industrial cutting blades used for building materials, construction work and in a pinch combat.
Vladivos Fuel Tank (Spare) - You never know when you might need more fuel.
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With the grinding screech of steel scraping against steel, your mech starts to lumber forward. Already you can feel it starting to wobble a little. If you slipped in this snow, getting up would take a miracle.
The saeling oon your cockpit is showing it's age as you feel the biting wind sneak in with every gust. As you squint through the whirling clouds of snoow you see you've reached a fork in your path...
"Got to get to the base on time you think", as your breath condenses on the instrument panel. Time to decide which way to go. </div></div>
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The Kyburn pass is littered with parts and castoff meech limbs. This avenue through the harsh mountains here is the eeasiest and least hazardous, sans the plummeting temperature and near non-existent visibility.
Your dashboard flashees a yeellow warning light. Tempreeature managment controls need more energy. This mech won't make it all the way through the pass with everything you've got on it right now... Maybe you can comee back for whateever you leave beehind later... if Scavengers don't get to it first.
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<div id="storytext">The hike up the snowy hillside is hell on your mechs joints. You can feel theem seizing up with ice as the incline gets steeper. You arrive near the crux of th ehill and th erefineeries tall cylindrical blast furnacee chimneys are in sight. You think about how half the mech fuel in the quadrant probably used to come from this Krilium refinery when a light flashes on your dahsboard and fills the cockpit with noise.
Your fuel temperature regulator is running out of poweer. You've got to divert from something else and disconnect from the Mech's main structurre. Ditch something or else you're fuel will freeze up and you'll be a mech-cicle in no time.</div></div>
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<div id="storytext">The lake's gonna be your fastest bet. You tap the core reading though and weeight measurements. With fuel reserves this low and weeight this high it'd probably be safest to ditch something before crossing. But what... </div></div>
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<div id="storytext">All the leg strenght in the world won't help if the pistons freeze up. You feel the pistons slide of your basic factorty leg joints and land in the snow with a soft thud and your core poweer starts to distribute evenly. It mostly being a straight shot from here you set the auto-pilot and start looking around the cockpit for your thermos.
After a nice hot cup of coffee and half way through the pass you get another message on the viewport. "TEMPERATURE REGULATION FAILURE --- MOBILISATION SHUTTING DOWN".
You look down in the cockpit, you walked right into a drift of snow 12 feet tall. The legs are stuck. You're gonna need route power either to the blades or to the thrusters to get out of this...</div></div>
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Can't be burning fuel out here in the pass on these. The thrusters land in the snow with a soft thud and your core poweer starts to distribute evenly. It mostly being a straight shot from here you set the auto-pilot and start looking around the cockpit for your thermos.
After a nice hot cup of coffee and half way through the pass you get another message on the viewport. "TEMPERATURE REGULATION FAILURE --- MOBILISATION SHUTTING DOWN".
You look down in the cockpit, you walked right into a drift of snow 12 feet tall. The legs are stuck. You're gonna need route power either to the blades or to the legs to get out of this...</div></div>
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<div id="storytext">Can't think of what we'll be cutting in a snowy mountain pass. The blade arms land in the snow with a soft thud and your core poweer starts to distribute evenly. It mostly being a straight shot from here you set the auto-pilot and start looking around the cockpit for your thermos.
After a nice hot cup of coffee and half way through the pass you get another message on the viewport. "TEMPERATURE REGULATION FAILURE --- MOBILISATION SHUTTING DOWN".
You look down in the cockpit, you walked right into a drift of snow 12 feet tall. The legs are stuck. You're egonna need route power either to the thrusters or to the legs to get out of this...</div></div>
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<div id="storytext">I don't need to be announcing my presence in here with a loud stomp anyway, you think as the auxilary leg pistons slide off into the snow and your factory basic legs take over.
There's an entryway for mechs still open from when indsutrial hauleers were coming and out of her by the dozen back in the day. Hauling loads and loads of Krilium to be refined and shipped off world. You duck in and do a cursory scan of the room. The refinery's a mess. Pop-up tents and piles of junk are everywhere... but wait, is that a Schrodium Tactical shoulder mount with dispersal cannisters!? Holy hell, you've seen those go for twice what your whole mech is worth at the mercantile.
You amble towards it as you start to hear the sound of shouting and footsteps on the catwalk. You look up and see a dozen Tunska Raiders with magnetic harpoons surrounding you. Not good.
The harpoons hit you with a clang and start to scramble your systems. Need to act fast before the whole CPU system is fried.</div></div>
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<div id="storytext">Don't think I'll want to do any take fire thrusteers while in an old fuel refinery you think as your thrusters slide off into the snow.
There's an entryway for mechs still open from when indsutrial hauleers were coming and out of her by the dozen back in the day. Hauling loads and loads of Krilium to be refined and shipped off world. You duck in and do a cursory scan of the room. The refinery's a mess. Pop-up tents and piles of junk are everywhere... but wait, is that a Schrodium Tactical shoulder mount with dispersal cannisters!? Holy hell, you've seen those go for twice what your whole mech is worth at the mercantile.
You amble towards it as you start to hear the sound of shouting and footsteps on the catwalk. You look up and see a dozen Tunska Raiders with magnetic harpoons surrounding you. Not good.
The harpoons hit you with a clang and start to scramble your systems. Need to act fast before the whole CPU system is fried.</div></div>
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<div id="storytext">I don't need to be slicing and dicing anything in here lest I hit an erstwhile fuel tank, you think to yoursef as your blade arms slide off into the snow.
There's an entryway for mechs still open from when indsutrial hauleers were coming and out of her by the dozen back in the day. Hauling loads and loads of Krilium to be refined and shipped off world. You duck in and do a cursory scan of the room. The refinery's a mess. Pop-up tents and piles of junk are everywhere... but wait, is that a Schrodium Tactical shoulder mount with dispersal cannisters!? Holy hell, you've seen those go for twice what your whole mech is worth at the mercantile.
You amble towards it as you start to hear the sound of shouting and footsteps on the catwalk. You look up and see a dozen Tunska Raiders with magnetic harpoons surrounding you. Not good.
The harpoons hit you with a clang and start to scramble your systems. Need to act fast before the whole CPU system is fried.</div></div>
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<div id="storytext">It's not like I'm going ice skating on my hands and knees here, you think as the blades hit the beach. Before you step onto the ice you scroll through your systems to see if you have any kind of sonar or similar to gauge the thickness of the ice.
Nothing.
You set this up to be as barebones a mech that would run... but hey, it runs. The first step onto the ice is wary but as the mechanized foot lands gingerly, you feel the ice hold steady. Step by step you take it slowly. This is the shortest distance to the base so you can afford to take it slow and steady.
After what feels like a thousand grueling steps you can see the base in the distance. You take another step and feel a rumble. You look down from the cockpit and don't see any cracks forming... but you do see three large black shapes swimming in the water beneath you.
Oh no.
Before you can re route power to auxilary systems, Three enormous Goretusks eemerge from underneath the ice. Each the size of a shipping container and with skin five times as thick. They're braying their enormous tusks at you. Those things may just be bone but they could cut through your hull and into the cockpit in a few gnashees. They must've sensed the warmth of your core unit and thought you were today's breakfast.
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<div id="storytext">Don't want to be burning a hole in the lake with these things anyway, you think as you hear the thrusters hit the beach. Before you step onto the ice you scroll through your systems to see if you have any kind of sonar or similar to gauge the thickness of the ice.
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You set this up to be as barebones a mech that would run... but hey, it runs. The first step onto the ice is wary but as the mechanized foot lands gingerly, you feel the ice hold steady. Step by step you take it slowly. This is the shortest distance to the base so you can afford to take it slow and steady.
After what feels like a thousand grueling steps you can see the base in the distance. You take another step and feel a rumble. You look down from the cockpit and don't see any cracks forming... but you do see three large black shapes swimming in the water beneath you.
Oh no.
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<div id="storytext">Stomping heavily might not be the best idea on a giant frozen lake, you think as the auxillary pistons hit the beach and your factory basic legs creak online. Before you step onto the ice you scroll through your systems to see if you have any kind of sonar or similar to gauge the thickness of the ice.
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You set this up to be as barebones a mech that would run... but hey, it runs. The first step onto the ice is wary but as the mechanized foot lands gingerly, you feel the ice hold steady. Step by step you take it slowly. This is the shortest distance to the base so you can afford to take it slow and steady.
After what feels like a thousand grueling steps you can see the base in the distance. You take another step and feel a rumble. You look down from the cockpit and don't see any cracks forming... but you do see three large black shapes swimming in the water beneath you.
Oh no.
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You can feel the vibration of the pistons from the cokcpit. Thee whole mech seems to be shaking. You push forward withthe throttle as hard as you can as the sound starts to make your ears ring.
Suddenly a loud boom and you feel the entire mech start to spill forward. Thee ground is swimming up at you and you smash into thee snow.
Hanging in your harness, you reach for the comms radio. "MECHANICAL LEG - FAILURE TO RESPOND" blares on the dashboard. The pistons froze up. You start to radio for an SOS and hope to God someone is waiting for you. The core is humming along.
It's cold as hell in here.
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The engines roar as 300 liters of krilium fuel are emptied out into a lit fuse at the bottom of the thruster. You haggled these thrusters off a salvage mech twice the weeight of this one and are epraying the force of theem don't rip the whole thing in half.
You get kicked backwards as the thrusters propel you forward! Yes!!! The burners must've melted through the snow and freed you.
You're even airborn for a second, you flip the switchees for momentum compensation controls and keep an eye on the core power. You're looking good you're going to make it! You're involuntary yelp of joy makes a small cloud in the air.</div></div>
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<div id="storytext">You can't believe you're mech is even still operational as you line it up in the mech storage bay of the base's hangar. As you step out of it, you're actually not sure it will be when you get back. The walk from the hangar to the base operations building is freezing cold but you're so hopped on adrenaline you can barely feel you're cheeks anyway.
You check in at the front desk and ask for Colonel Nilbog. The receptionist gestures to a chair without even responding and you take a seat. Just as you start to drift off in the warmth of the reception room, Colonel Nilbog bursts in!
"Ah, there you are," she says. "Follow me this way"
As you follow her down a series of gray dim hallways, she asks you if it was much trouble getting there in the snow.
"None at all," you lie.
She seats you in a chair in front of a cold brown desk and sits down, "So," she says before clearing her throat. "Tell me, why do you think you're the most qualified candidate for this job?"
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You power up the blades and start hacking away at the snowy tomb you're encased in. Snow's a hard target to miss but an even harder one to hit right so you increase the power to the blades. Suddenly you hit something... something hard.
**EMERGENCY - LEFT LEG CONNECTION SEVERED AT PROTOCOL JOINT 34.HTT**
Uh-oh. Th emech starts to lurch to the side and careens into the snow bank. The impact knocks the wind out of you while cracking the cockpit glass allowing somee outside wind to takee it's place.
This is bad. This is real bad. You scramble for the Comms display and try and pipe out an SOS as fast as possible. This is now how today was supposed to go.
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<div id="storytext">Well time to see if knights spent schlepping a wetstone the size of your chest was worth it. You swing the left blade through the air and strike the first goretusk clean in the neck. It collapses backwards yelping.
Instead of scaring off the others this seeems only to have enraged them, the second lunges at you and your right blade is there to meet him, glancing off his tusks and shattering your blade in the process.
"That's what I get for buying used industrial blades from a guy named 'Oily Oscar'" you think.
The last goretusk rises on it's back haunces and prepares to crash down on you with it's full force. You raise the left blade to meet it and it plunges straight through their armored hide, and cuts through the blubberr to it's steaming organs inside.
It slides to the side and crashes through the ice... Taking you with it! The blade is stuck. The Goretusk is sinking to the bottom and you're slamming every eject button you can as your mech sinks into the lake. Finally the pod bursts from the mech and flies up through the lake...
Only to slam into an ice wall.. Oh no. You're trajectory must've been off. The cockpit glass is cracked and cracking more as water is seeping in. You reach for the comms display to send an SOS but before you reach it there's a rush and everything goes dark.
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<div id="storytext">Okay you think... I can time this right. I studied for this... This is what it all comes down to. The first goretusk lunges at you as you slam full power to the pistons, with a sound of metallic thunder they propel you into the air, cracking the ice below as you take off.
Keeping one eye on the cockpit viewfinder and the other on your gyrometer, you line your left foot up and step firmly on the Goretusks face. Without stopping to breath you pivot the axiom weight controls and jump again, lining up another piping hot foot sandwich for your new Goretusk friends.
Final trajectory path is placed and you line the dots up with your final dance partner. Full piston strength launches feet first into the goretusks chest, knocking it full on it's back and giving you a perfect launchpad to spring board your mech to shore.
You land on the pebbly beach and don't even take a pivot to look behind you.
Cool guys never look at thoroughly mutilated enormous walrus.</div></div>
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<div id="storytext">You can launch yourself right over them if you time this right. You slam the throttle and flip the thrusters online. Krilium fuel explodes out of the tank creating a flame belch... but before you can take off one of the Goretusks has sprung and flung his weight on top of you. You hear metal crunch as his tusk rips through the arm joists and your mech falls backwards.
The thrusters are still on! The ice beneath you starts to melt and crack and before you can reach the emergency eject button the sound of water rushing around you takes over. You're sinking to the bottom of the lake with a trio of Goretusks prepared to rip you to shreds.
The last thing you see before the water fills the whole cockpit is your antique bobblehead cat from earth. It has a small message inscribed on the bottom.
**I hate Mondays**
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"Sorry guys, time to cut things short, I've got places to be" you say to yourself feeling way too proud of that line. In a clumsily balletic spin your blades sever the magnetic harpoons (and a few of the raiders limbs) and you're able to scoop up the shoulder mount and make for the back exit.
You see an old zip line meant for hauling raw Krilium down to the base. You make a beeline towards it as the sounds of shoutin and raider anger is drowned out by the sound of another pair of mech footsteps.
They've got their own mech.
A Model 857-APK Industrial hauler steps in your way. These grunt and squat models were made for hauling tankers and wouldn't be much of a thread except for the anti-mech artillerry cannon they've welded onto it's chassis. You see it lining to fire when you slide past and give it one quick kiss of the blade to the front of it's right leg. It bends forward unleashing a 800lb shell straight into the ground in front of it.
The explosion propels you through the air and you slot the shouldeer mount you'v efound right on the line and ride it all the way down in front of the base, thus ruining any and all re-sale value it might've had but goddam...
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<div id="storytext">They can't hold you down if you're not on the ground. You push the throttle all the way forward as flame belches from the back of your thrusters, you start to lift off the ground and see a few raiders coming with when you take a brief moment to reflect on the potetic irony of using your krilium powereed thrusters in a former krilium refinery.
But your pontificating is cut short when some of the leftover krilium residue on the floor comes in contact with your blast tail and ignites, setting off a chain reaction that turns the entire refinery into a blast crater.
But you didn't even have time to know it was coming so at least you went out pontificating.
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<div id="storytext">You move like a mechanical Cheetah. You swipe up the shoulder mount and put full power to the pistons, careening wildly through the catwalk and sending multiple raiders flying through the air.
The mech starts to stumble and you struggle to gain your bearings, suddenly there's an enormous tank jsut fifteen feet in front of you and you reach to pull back the throttle but you're inertia is already too strong and the last two things you read before you barrel into the fuel tank and explode are the warning placcard that says "highly combustible" and the antique feline bobble head you bought from your cousin that says,
"I hate Mondays."
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