.....There I sat in a local bar, waiting for this guy by the name of Quinlan. I had come across one of the billions of recruiting posters that are hanging all over the Inner Sphere. There was something different about this one, something that made it stand out above the rest. I couldn't tell whether I was drunk, or if there really was something special about it, so I got in touch with the head honcho.
.....Quinlan met with me for the first time that night. It suprised me that I got to meet with the Crimson Fist leader, and not one of his recruiters, as I would have expected. He came in bought me a drink, and started talking about `mechs, house loyalty, and other Mechjock trash, but most of all, he spoke of honor and defending the Inner Sphere from the clans. Honor and the clans were his house's focus, not money, not power, but honor. Well, it took me by suprise, must of even touched something in me, 'cause that night, I joined as a recruit in the CF.
.....Quinlan invited me to a Solaris duel, I came, but after the last Clan invasion, I was...well, let's just say I was mechanically challenged. So during the duels, I got roam around the arena talking to other jocks, (all of whom had `mechs) swap war stories about the old days, and meet some CF Mechwarriors. One whom I got to talk with quite a bit was fellow by the name NeKrOn, that's what his name was. Great guy, helped me out alot, `cause half way into my recruitment I had to leave for a personal trip, and he got me caught back up on what was happening. It felt good to have a clue again. Well, I got recruited as an administrator, on the count of I didn't have a `mech, and there were none to spare. So I got to push some papers, pencils, and even the occasional stapler for awhile, and eventually I took over as Quinlan's secretary. Later we all got shifted to some back wash planet by the name of Motule.

July 22, 3080
Planet: Motule

....."Holy crap, what was that!", I called out as the building shook again. Mech fire! Who the helk is firing on the building! I ran to look out the window when I saw three White Pheonix mechs lobbing rockets and beams at the command center!
.....Suddenly the sirens kicked in, as if anyone who slept through the shelling. `Mechs were already being deployed against the WP invaders. Quinlan, Big Lar, and NeKrOn were trying to beat their feet to the WP intruders. The trio hit the three `mechs hard in the first wave, and from what I could see, one WP Nova prime was already on its back, with its right leg lying some 20 meters away.
.....It suddenly dawned on me I was standing there in my skivies while there was a battle raging right outside my bedroom. So, without benefit of orders, I suited up and ran for the `mech bay.
.....Upon arrival, one of techs informed me that the two WP mechs had high-tailed it out of here, and had the three CF mechs in pursuit. He told me of the recovered Nova, and that it would be operational within the hour. I told the tech in my best field voice, something I aquired back in my days working as a merc with the Excalibur regiments, "You've got five minutes to get that tin beastie walking under her own power!". Dang tech had that baby up in four and half.
.....Good thing too, just as soon as I strapped in and started her up, we had two more heat signatures headed in this direction. Well, I guess it's up to me. I strided my newly aquired Nova out on to the parade field, and waited. Coming it at a dead run were the two WP `mechs, a Dasher and a Thor. I smiled as I targeted the unsuspecting Dasher. I'll never know for sure, but I think he thought I was one of their boys. Man was he wrong. He figured out his mistake about the time all 12 bloodly red beams combined to vaporized the `mechs torso.
.....Next, I had to deal with that overgrown demi-god, the Thor. It loosed a full cassete of lb 10-X autocannon ammo at me. Without benefit of all six jumpjets the mech had once, all I could do was sit and take it, and it took me all right. I lost more than half a ton of armor from my right flank. I tried to return fire, but it was spotty at best. Only two of the twelve beams hit, and heat poured through the cockpit. Rather than duking it out at long range I closed within 200 meters, and opened up with half my arsenal. Four of the six beams savaged the armor on his left torso, while the others nibbled at his left arm. The Thor's ER PPC and lb 10-X made up for it as the ER PPC's azure beam combined with the depleted uraniumslugs of the autocannon as they pummeled my `mech's torso, removed my right arm, and froze the left knee joint. "Curse you Gus!", that was why that tech needed the rest of that hour! "I should have guessed you knew what you were talking about!" The six beams on my other arm work in concert to amputate the Thor's right arm, taking revenge for the loss of have my arsenal.
.....Suddenly, the Thor turned toward the building and lobbed 15 rockets at the `mech bay. I saw red and charged the over sized beer can! Then, I realized my mistake, as he turned and brought his massive arm up to crush my cockpit! A desperate plan came to mind, so I throtled up and kept on course. Just as he started to swing his arm I cut a little right, extended my arm, and hit the one remaining jumpjet full force directly forward. BOOM! My Nova's fist slammed right through the cockpit of the Thor, who now stood there like a statue.
.....Well, with my work finished, I stumbled back to the base. Figures, about several minutes later, the trio who left earlier come back to a heroes welcome, and I don't get squat. Not even credit for the kills because there weren't any witnesses. Oh well, atleast I've still got my honor, and in this House, that's all I need.

.....CF -T`zahddi