Work Work and More Work


  Its another boring night on patrol at firebase 7 on O-73.  Three lonely men
in their warmachines patrol the underground bases perimeter. Turreting his
mech to the right MST SGT Lar asks" Colonel, how did you pull this shit 
detail with us grunts?".  The man in the stormcrow replies" that is a 
question best left unanswered seargent", knowing full well Commander Quinlan
is listening in. From the point position a hearty laugh bellows out " I know
why" says Corporal Wingarm," but if i say Butch will have me polishing his 
storm for the rest of this deployment!  All three men get a good laugh,
anything to dispell the terrible boredom is appreciated.  Suddenly a cry from
point" heat signatures 1500 meters 3:00!!!!", immediately Butcher leaves 
formation to attempt to flank the incoming heat trails. "Sergeant vector 
left, cover your wingman, Cpl. take first target ill try to get a lock with
my lrms!"  As the battle fever takes control all three warriors do what they
were trained to do--KILL ENEMY MECHS!!  Cpl. WingArms first volley hits the 
enemy maddog square in the torso.  The enemy panics and attempts to jet over 
Wing.  "Got you NOW" yells Lar as the unsupecting enemy flies directly at 
Sergeant Lar. Missiles leap from Lar's Jenner removing the arms and a leg of
the maddog. The canapy of the mech explodes in a spray of hidrolic fluid and 
blood. " Another one bites the dust" sings Lar as he turns his headphones up.
  Meanwhile Wing is in trouble with two novas. Taking full advantage of his 
turret he starts circling them, knowing full well help is on the way. A cry 
from the right side" Damn guys,three more powerups detected"bellows Butcher.
"I don't wanna be barried in a pet cemetary" chuckles Lar "Nice knowing you 
guys."  A calm voice comes over the speakers "Its not over yet guys" says 
Butcher, as he destroys one of the novas hassling Wing." Group up and watch 
each others back."  
  The enemy is now four to three in advantage, all three CF have taken damage 
and are preparing to die with honor, when a barrage of missiles comes over 
the horizon!  Two CF mechs are laying down a stream of missiles that 
would terrify the most hardened warrior!  Almost instantly two of the
attackers disintegrate intodust. Seeing this the other two retreat as fast
as they can." Should we pursue Colonel?" asks Lar. As Butch  starts to
answer the line is overridden by a snarl.  "Let them go", "and just who are
you" asks Butch.  "Take a wild guess, PRIVATE Butcher, I knew after that
joyride you took in my mech yesterday I had better keep a watch on you" all 
three on patrol laugh with relief. "Get in trouble anytime Butch" says Lar 
"It just might save our asses again!". "Lets go home boys" says 
Commander Quinlan " Maybe Butch learned his lesson" witha sigh of relief and
a hearty laugh, all 5 CF members return to base listening to Lars ancient
rock and roll, a song by a group called Supertramp "Take the Long 
Way Home".



From the Chronicales of the 

Order of the Crimson Fist

Written by Colonel Butcher