As I climb the ladder to the cockpit, I receive a transmission in my earpiece: "Cancer Lead, Cancer Lead, Zodiac."
"This is Cancer Lead, go ahead, Zodiac."
"Proceed with Cancer Trident to Phase line Bravo, Mark Stat 32, over."
"Copy, enroute." After I confirm receipt of the transmission, I shoehorn myself into the cockpit of the 35 ton war machine and cycle up my secondary lasers to beam a powered down version of a warshot. Larger mechs have additional arrays, but on a "light" mech like the Carapace, there is barely enough room for the weapons, armor and equipment needed to talk some mechwarriors into actually entering combat whilst pilotting one.
I toggle the Multi-track system and both the left and right arms track in a short arc, one aimed at the mech one-point-five kilometers to my west, the other at the mech perched just under a kilometer away on a cliff face to my northeast. Both beams lance out, forming a signal and a transmission path upon which I begin to have a conversation with my boys.
This is a blog to write what I really think or feel in. Sometimes, it is gonna be rough, but this is my soul laid bare, not some careful negotiation of feelings.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
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- I vent, so maybe sometimes I say things that are mean. Bear in mind, if I love you, I ALWAYS will, and that not everything I say when I am venting is truly meant, much less at you.......whoever you may be.
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