Thank you for everything, Cohost.


hillbillyinablimp
@hillbillyinablimp

Your mercenary outfit has been contracted to investigate rumors of an incredibly important Star League site. For the sake of security, your employer refused to elaborate on the contents of the site but reckons it could be game-changing, and the confirmation on your desk this morning that ComStar agents are closing in did nothing to quell your excitement and anxiety. Your Owens crests the hill into view of a massive, battered and abandoned Star League era city, left to decay into obscurity if not for the treasure hunters that tipped off your employer. Beautiful, and haunting, the cityscape was devoid of any life that may have once graced it's halls. Save for one gleaming, bright light.

That light was what your employer told you to look for. That pulsing, purple light barely peeking through the skyscrapers that dominate the area, eventually disappearing into the ferrocrete wasteland as you made your way deeper into the concrete jungle. Eyes wide open not just for the prize, but also for an ambush, you quietly thank that the electrical storms on this planet have died down for the time being so your Active Probe can work its magic. No sign of ComStar goons yet, but you have no doubt they'll be on you shortly. Thankfully the rest of your lance isn't far behind, and they're packing much bigger guns than your SRM racks.

As if on cue, your comm unit rings out through the static, though your Operations officer is drowned out by the very Leopard dropship they're trying to warn you about. Your HUD pins it as two kilometers out, and already you hear the distant launch of your lancemate's LRMs. You push your mech to it's top speed, sprinting down empty main streets, desperate to find your goal before ComStar can reach it. Or reach you.

And then you see it. That bright, purple light, what once was a pinprick in the distance now a flickering neon sign atop a huge steel pillar. And at it's feet, a small, humble structure that looks like a restaurant. Only looking at the faded banners on its exterior does this all come together. Of course your employer wouldn't want this to get out before they could proliferate it, lest it cause a mad rush for this system in an effort to exploit it. Of course ComStar is after it, the technological hoarder's they've become, likely here to take it for themselves. Just looking at it even makes you drool a little.

Your sensors ring out. Something is approaching, quick, and it's not marked friendly. Judging by it's approach you're expecting something light, hopping rooftops, likely trying to get the jump on you from above. You turn to face them, and step onto the structure, standing strong against your tonnage despite centuries of neglect. You angle your SRMs to the sky as a white-and-gold Firefly sails into view. You squeeze your triggers and a volley of missiles swarms at the light mech, the backblast from your arms fluttering the banners below you, a reminder of the very thing buried here, advertised with a tuesday deal.

The Doritos Locos Taco.

made with @nex3's grid generator

001zlnv
@001zlnv

but are they inferno srms?


hillbillyinablimp
@hillbillyinablimp

of course they're inferno SRMs, we Live Más in this house


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