| It was a normal day like any other. The Wolverines were all online, hard at work practicing. I saw all of the officers come off of DND. They had all been at a Council Meeting. Everyone wanted a game. I thought I would join them, as this would be an opportunity for me to mingle with my new unit. We all got in the game, and teams were decided. It was four versus two. Maveric and Warhammer would be the team of two. The other team consisted of myself, JC, Pryde, and Lansdale. Even with our four, we still required help against Maveric and Warhammer. They were both excellent warriors. The Mech Modification chosen was Class One. This was not my favorite class. I had a slow computer and a slow dial-up connection. I sighed, and continued on to the fight. It was explained that the fight would be Melee-style. We all dropped on Beachead. HOT map! I, being a Star Captain, and yet still green, had taken a Madcat. Everyone else was in Striders or Shadowcats! I really felt out of place now. Even worse, my Madcat was equipped with four PPC's. A very poor choice for a map like Beachead. Having my slow computer, I arrived later than everyone else. My team had grouped on a hill next to the ocean. The battle begun and both teams engaged. The battle would be fought to ten kills. Maveric killed Pryde right off the bat. A short while after that JC, managed to get a kill off of Warhammer. The game was progressing slowly. The score was keeping fairly steady. While the ligher mechs danced around each other in the ocean, I took pot-shots from the hill above. I would snipe a target every now and then, but was not having any luck. My lag was horrible and I had bad aim. Maveric flew over to me and stalled in the air. I recall JC saying "Anyone ever seen a flying Aussie?" He eventually landed and killed me. Apparently he did not like me shooting my large PPC's at his team. I respawned and headed towards the battle. Warhammer had respawned next to me. I fired a PPC at his head, and spooked him away. He ran for the battle. The score was now tied. Nine to nine. I was 800 KM away from the ocean battle. "Quickly!" Pryde yelled. "Someone get a kill before they do!" he said. My team was badly hurt. It would be a matter of seconds before Maveric and Warhammer would be victorious, yet again. "Hell with it," I told myself. I linked all four PPC's together and aimed at Maveric. I zoomed in and waited. He was on the right side of my screen. He was slowly moving left, closer, and closer. Finally, he turned away, chasing Pryde, and I shot. WHAM! Four PPC's right into Maveric's tender back armor, knocking him forward! He was finished. 800 KM away! I was joyous. My mech had instantly shut down, but it did not matter; my team had won the game! After waiting five minutes for my computer, I returned to the game's chatroom. I was welcomed and congratulated by everyone for my final kill. I felt great. I was now a part of Wolverine. I would soon learn how much honor and brotherhood there is in this mighty clan. |