Battletech story of a MechWarrior

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Your them hit the Marauder 3R thought you will notice there is an option to make a MAD-3R (C) the conversion could be done by the time you finish your shower.
You find your stuff rather easily. As you walk down the hall you see a few Mechtech chatting to each and avert their eyes when you walk past not wanting to get shouted at.

In the changing room there are few of the Mechwarrior chatting with each other thought they don’t seem to notice you walk in as they seem to be talking about what happen out there thing would gone differently if they were out there well on the other change room you see middle age woman with shoulder length red hair she has her back turn to you as she getting dressed.


As you enter shower you see a young Mechtech blond hair stand a little taller then you but didn’t have much muscle tone have a hourglass body thought she turns her head face you blushing “sorry ….I didn’t …see you come in…I be out in a bit… I thought maybe at a ….little more time.” She looked rather nervous even though Mechtech and Mechwarrior shared the same showers there has been reports of Mechwarriors harassing Mechtech in the shower room thought the start Star Colonel has condemned this act anyone caught will face serious charges.

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Oops, sorry, meant the 3R(c) originally

Aesa tried to ignore the gossiping warriors trying to armchair general as she stripped, feeling more naked from them stripping back the mission than from her removing her clothes. Part of her agreed with them though, things could have gone vastly different if Cerber's aggression had been checked... differently, though not necessarily better, she corrected.

She ignored the showering Mechtech initially, not really caring as she strode to the next empty shower faucet, the communal shower lacking dividing walls. Switching on the faucet, she let the warm water cascade down on her shoulders, her short hair quickly soaking and flattening against her scalp as she felt the sweat and grime wash off of her. As smooth a ride of as her Timber Wolf, that much weight bouncing around took it's toll and she felt her muscles stiff from sitting so long in the command couch start to loosen up.

"Mechtech," she ordered over her shoulder at the woman, her voice stern but indifferent, "Come wash my back, quiaff?"

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The Mechtech look more relax as you ignore as got back washing herself as her call her over she tilts her head shyly. “yes mech Mechwarrior?” she nods as she goes to grab a wash cloth and soap.” Yes Mechwarrior.” She use the bar soap to wash Aesa back then the wash cloth as her breast bounces when she wash your back she don’t say a wired thought seem afraid you may bite off her head if she does something wrong.

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Aesa braced her hands against the walls of the shower and closed her eyes, letting her head hang as the water cascaded down onto her neck and shoulders. Silently, she let the Mechtech work, feeling the soap and cloth travel over her back and the occasional teasing graze of the woman's breasts on her back. She felt the tension leave her muscles, but the tight uneasiness in her gut remained. She knew a stiff drink would help with that tension, but that would be impossible if she was to sortie again. No, she needed something else to quiet her thoughts and release that tension, as much as she hated to admit it...

Clenching her fists, she turned slowly to face the Mechtech, their breasts and nipples rubbing slightly as she kept the other woman close. She chewed her lip for a moment, taking in the other woman's body and comparing it to her own, swallowing the disheartening realization that though they were of similar heights the tech possessed more feminine curves than Aesa's svelte athletic body.

"Mechtech," she said formally again, though her voice was little more than whisper so as not to attract the attention of the other warriors, "I am in need of a physical release, are you able to assist in that?"

She held off adding 'Quiaff' to her sentence, knowing she could enforce her rank and standing over the woman, but didn't want to... she had been in that position herself back in the sibko.

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Aesa ask for the Mechtech foe this favor. She look around make sure no one was watching then turn back to face then you she nods. “As you wish Mechwarrior.” She would get down on her knees then level her head with Aesa lower lips. She would start to blow air into Aesa pussy for a bit teasing her.
She would start lapping up her pussy with her tongue teasing her folds until she made her to her clit. She would soon follow by Mechtech inserting one of her fingers into Aesa folds as she caressed the entrance as her eyes look up to Gauge how she was doing also slow down a bit if you moan to loud as sh assumed Aesa didn’t the other Mechwarrior to hear her lustful cries . Thought she look shy mostly Innocent it seam she had a lot more experience in this field than she let on.

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Aesa kept her jaw clenched as the tech dropped down her to knees, trying to desperately to stop her body shaking from anticipation. Her leg trembled slightly as the Tech teased her nethers, bringing a fist to mouth to bite as she felt the first flicking strokes of her tongue. Aesa ran her spare hand through the Tech's hair, entwining it between her fingers as she tried to pull her in deeper against her sex.

A strangled gasp escaped her throat as she felt the Tech's fingers squirm it's way inside her tight pussy, her walls clamping against it hard and tried to draw it in deeper. She panted lightly as her hips rolled against the woman's face, Aesa's inexperience vulnerably on display she allowed the tech free access to her body

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As Aesa moan and was pleasure by the mechtech she pick up her paces wanting to make this experience enjoyable for the Mechwarrior. She barred her head deeper into Aesea crouch as mouth feel like vacuum sucking on her clit well would feel two fingers probe her pussy and now the mechtech pinky finger probe her ass. Her hands start to go at more rapid paces as she off hand will start to grop you buttcheeks. It seam the more this wet on the more confidence in her sexual performance she would become.

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As Aesa moaned and was pleasured by the mechtech, the other woman picked up her pace, wanting to make this experience enjoyable for the Mechwarrior. She burried her head deeper into Aesea crotch, as her mouth felt like a vacuum sucking on her clit, as well she would feel two fingers probe her pussy and now the Mechtech's pinky finger probed her ass. Her hands started to go at more rapid pace as her off hand would start to grope Aesa's buttcheeks. It seam the wetter Aesa became,the more confidence in her sexual performance she would have.

(A few tense issues (which the English language is lousy for), when writing you have to stay in the one tense; past, present or future. A few homophone slips (words with similar sounds (crotch instead of crouch, burried instead of barred)

Aesa's eyes went wide as she felt the Tech's finger tease and then force through her other whole. Legs trembling, she lent back against the wall of the shower to stop herself from collapsing, hands braced on the cold surface as her hips rolled uncontrollably against the Tech's fingers and face. She could feel her climax coming, the sensation being filled front and back with the direct attack on his clit being too much. Covering her mouth with both hands to muffle her scream, she came hard all over the Tech's face, her nectar splattering all over the other woman's face

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As Aesa climaxed onto the Mechtech face would turn red and then smiles. As she start to stand up showering Aesa body in kiss. Up until she get to Aesa lips. She look into Aesa eyes. “Are you feeling better Mechwarrior?” she ask as she tilts her head. Her arms are draped around Aesa neck and her breast pressed against Aesa body giving Aesa warm smile. “If you still need more I am will to provide were I can.” She chuckles lightly as she caress Aesa face.

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Aesa focused on her breathing as she came down from her high, her lustful panting turning steadily to deep measured breaths. She straightened up as she felt the other woman's lips trail up her body, extricating herself matter of factly from her embrace.

She stepped back under shower for a moment, allowing the slick evidence of their tryst splattered across her thighs to wash away.

"Yes, my tension has been relieved, your actions were adequate," she spoke a she shut off the water and started to towel herself down and head back to the locker room, pausing briefly at the door to look at her again, "What is your name Tech? I may want to call on you again."

That was the only acknowledgement Aesa was willing to give her, the idea of affection or romantic fideality as alien her as the concept of procreation. The Tech's body was attractive enough and her skill set was above standard, that was all that mattered for Aesa's purposes, the woman's penchant for snuggling or affection afterwards was an issue, but that could be sorted out with proper discipline later.

Back in the change room, she pulled on her change of underwear, the crop top and tight fitting shorts covering her body but fitted snugly to her frame, leaving little the imagination. Slipping on the cooling vest, she grabbed her plastic wrapped uniform and headed back to the Mech bay. Her lip had curled slightly as she thought what to do with her old underwear, damp and musky with her sweat, not wanting to waste more time by heading back to her quarters, she kept them wadded up in her hand as strode in the bay.

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“Yes Mechwarrior” Mechtech would as she feel like she has done a Good job as goes back to cleaning herself she perk up her head to as Aesa call out to her .”My name is Emily Mechwarrior.” She smiles. As turns back to showering.

As Aesa goes to get changed most of the other people have left the change room by now and you to clench you underwear in your hands thought you thought you heard one of the Mechtech maybe chuckle about on you way down to the bay Aesa will see the Star Colonel looking over the Marauder 3R(C) that Aesa would be piloting for the negations. Her turns to face Aesa. “Mechwarrior I see you chosen the Marauder.” He smiles “It was said that this mech was preferred choices of member of the SLDF who taken part of the gunslinger program.” He turns back to face it. “Tell me Mechwarrior what history to you remember of the star league?”

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"Yes, the Holdouts seemed confused by my Timber Wolf, they called it a crazed cat or something equally foolish," she grumbled slightly as the Star Colonel examined her temporary Mech, "I thought this would be more familiar to them, make them less on edge"

Looking up at the towering machine, she could see her Mechtech on the gantry, guessing he was transferring her neurohelm and settings over to the new machine. She tried to keep her face neutral as the Colonel inquired about her knowledge of history, wondering if it was a test or challenge in someway, to see if the young Kerensky knew her lauded Bloodname trully.

"The just deaths of the traitors frightened some
There among the darkness and alien stars.
A few lost heart and began with a quavering resolve
To question the Great Father's plan.
With stern compassion he spoke and all was revealed;
How their destiny was the Hidden Hope
Of all mankind and how their sons' sons
Would one day return to the Inner Spheres
Bringing back the enlightenment to the Star League
To those unfortunates they had left behind.
Such was their right, such is our legacy of blood."

She repeated the passage of the Remembrance flawlessly, each word having been drummed into her mind throughout the years of training.

"The SLDF were the protectors of Mankind, the stewards of its legacy and future. We protected humanity from the darkness beyond and were betrayed by the greed and darkness from within its very heart. The Great Houses, plotted our demise so they could bicker over petty power, so our Great Father ..." She paused her lecture from a moment, deciding to not rub in he lineage, "Gathered his forces on a pilgrimage and led us beyond the stars, leaving the traitors and cowards to burn to cinders in the inferno of their making."

Aesa stopped proselytizing and tried to weigh up the Colonel's reaction

"Did I miss anything, Star Colonel?"

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Well chuckle at this. “Well timber wolf was does take influence from the Marauder and the catapult so there targeting computer must have been confusing the timber wolf for one of the two.” He rubs the back of his head.

He nods as she goes over the passage and listen to history that was teach to her. “Well this is the history most clans want you to know but tell me do you remember Periphery uprising and the Amaris Civil War and how those even took place?” the turns look at the mech. “He who for get history is doomed to repeat.” He turns back to face her. “Which why it just more Important to remember your failure than your Triumphs. He smiles. “It how we grow to become a stronger Mechwarriors.” He rest a hand on her shoulder. “As we make journey I want you to think battle what you would done differently to change the result of the battle.” He walk away. “Also I would recommend using undergarment as dust rages” he say goes to get into a woodmen.

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Aesa bit her tongue, fists clenched to keep herself quiet as she fell into the Colonel's verbal trap, much like Cerber had done in the field. She bristled as he walked away, wanting to shout after him that she had done nothing wrong, that failings belonged to Warriors inferior to her in genetics and aptitude, but it wasn't her place to do so. To hell with Cerber, she would challenge the Colonel when everything was over and... dust rags?

She looked down in shock at the soiled underwear in her hands and blushed, looking back at the man in shock with eyes wide.

"No... that's not what.. I mean... I didn't... they're not..." She blurted out flustered, speaking rapidly her normal crisp speech formed contractions.

Groaning again, she stomped to the gantry and climbed the stairs top the cockpit of the Marauder, scowling at any tech who got in her way. Clambering into the cockpit, she saw her Mechtech had installed a rumble seat as well as her neurohelmet, probably in case things went poorly again and she needed to evacuate a downed Warrior. Throwing herself into the command couch in a huff, she growled at him to hurry up and stuffed her used panties and bra down the side of the cushion, tossing the wrapped uniform onto the rumble seat for safe keeping.

Kicking the Mechtech out, she closed the hatch and fired the reactor up, slipping on her neurohelmet. A flash of stabbing pain suddenly shot across her brain as she connected with the Mech, the sharp blade turning to a dull throb as she got used to it, the Techs probably lacking the time to finetune her settings for the Mech. Her new body felt sluggish and heavy compared to her Timber Wolf and she prayed to be out of this antique sooner than later as she followed the Colonel's Woodsman down the loading ramp

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As Aesa stomp her way up to the marauder you see one Mechtech salute say “mech ready to ….” He clamps his mouth as Aesa give them a scowl. As Aesa get in in the mech and see the rumble seat using it as storage for now. Everything lights up as the old girl refitted with clan tech to sing life.

As Aesa follow woodsman out of the Overlord C you greeted by the urbanmech and blackjack from before outside and few carbine mech hauling the spider and the other down blackjack. The urbanmech open comms.
“hello there I’m Sargent Doyle ‘ll be escorting you to the base. As Aesa look at the urbanmech she’ll notice two people riding on top of it they may be the down pilot from the spider and the blackjack. They mostly seem to be talking to themselves. One the right look to be a middle age man grown hair athletic build well to the right well one to the left looked to be young women black hair and more of a petite build ware Draconis Combine Uniform thought it look like she may add on SLDF Insignias on it and on her hips does rest a sword thought more show right?

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As Aesa stomps her way up to the Marauder, you see one Mechtech salute and start to say “mech ready to ….” before he clamps his mouth as Aesa gives them a scowl. As Aesa get in in the mech and saw the rumble seat using it as storage for now. Everything lights up as the old girl refitted with clan tech to sang to life.

As Aesa followed the Woodsman out of the Overlord C you were greeted by the urbanmech and blackjack from before outside and few carbine mechs hauling the spider and the other down blackjack. The Urbanmech open comms.
“Hello there I’m Sargent Doyle ‘ll be escorting you to the base."
As Aesa looked at the Urbanmech she noticed two people riding on top of it, they may be the down pilot from the spider and the blackjack. They mostly seem to be talking to themselves. The one on right looked to be a middle aged man, grown hair, athletic build, while the one on the left looked to be young women, black hair and more of a petite build. She wore a Draconis Combine Uniform though it looked like she may added on SLDF Insignias on it and on her hips rested a sword, though that was more for show right?

Aesa was surprised but not startled to see the other Mech's outside the drop ship, trusting that numerous other warriors had weapons prepared to eradicate them if needed. If anything she smiled, the enemy had brough proof of her kills right to their doorstep, now no one could say she hadn't fought and enacted a measure of revenge for her lance.

She didn't bother to respond to the Comms from the Urbanmech, bristling slightly at it's appearance after it had somehow bested Point 4's Mad Dog, it the was Colonel's duty to do the talking and she did not envy the task, so remained silent. Taking the time to examine the pilots and Mechs she focused on the woman. Their commander had said they were SLDF descendants, but this woman was obviously not and wore, at least partially, the uniform of one the traitorous Houses. Intelligence had indicated the world in the Clan's corridor had changed hands between the houses several times and she wondered if this woman had been brought it the fold would it course problems.

Of course, it could just be an old uniform, repurposed and recycled, not allowed to go to waste. Such thinking was very clan indeed and she could get behind that, like she psychically did following the Colonel to the base.

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The star Colonel would confirm with the urbanmech that they follow their lead thought the woods and would be the Urbanmech would chime back. “Alright stay close to me if trail to far off the beaten trail you might hit a land mine” he turn this mech around. “also if have any TV monitor you may want pop In A VHS tape as this take about two hours to get to base.” As the mech start to move at its full speed of 32.4 Km/h. as he lead you thought the woods it rather peaceful as bird cooing and there a dear grazing grass. It around this point you get a message from star Star Colonel. “Just a head up Mech Mechwarrior I’m sending over one of their pilots sit with you if want claim them as a bonds men that up to you.” Before you have a chance to protest you notice the women sitting on the urbanmech already gone. Aesa

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Aesa kept her eyes glued to the terrain outside the viewscreen, scanning the forest again for any sign of ambush after her last encounter. Her eyes strained and darted at every slight movement or shift of the light, at any moment expecting to see the glistening metal of a mech reflecting the sun or the tell tale flash of a laser erupting towards her. She lost track of time completely as she searched, jumping in her seat as the Colonel's words suddenly erupted around her and pulled her from her paranoia.

Fumbling for the comms. switch as she checked her chrono to see how much time had passed. She guessed the Star Colonel had already been negotiating with whoever was in charge on the other end, if they were willing to turn over one of their pilots to be a Bondsman. Perhaps these holdouts might assimilate better than expected into the Clan way of life.

"Aff, Star Colonel," she replied crisply into the mic. once she opened the channel.

Looking around, she saw the woman was no longer on riding the Urbanmech and guessed that was to be her passenger. She wondered briefly what Mech the woman had piloted before falling prey to the Timberwolf... but more importantly where the woman was currently?

Aesa didn't mind a rider so much as not knowing where the woman rode. It wasn't about the risk of knocking the woman off or trampling her under foot, if this was another game Aesa did not want the Freebirth scrambling around her Mech sabotaging anything in reach.

Catching a glimpse from the corner of her eye, she saw the woman climbing up her mech's arm, guessing the woman had jumped from the Urbanmech onto a tree limb and then spring boarded back onto her. Gnawing on her lip, Aesa pressed the remote release for the cockpit hatch on the Marauder, allowing the woman to clamber in and secure herself in the rumble seat. Again, Aesa didn't care about her safety or comfort, if the woman tried something in the cockpit at least she would be there to see it.

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The wood were dense as before thought urban as urban mech lead the way make trip seam a be rather long as Aesa looks at the chrono she will notice it only been 30 mins

As Aesa open the hatch for the women she gracefully enter into the mech and rumble seat her small frame making it easy to slip past Aesa. If Aesa take a moment to look at the girl she notice women smaller than Aesa portably standing up to Aesa chest. She sit quietly in the rumble seat for bit. She look out window minding her own business.

As convoy goes on for a bit the urbanmech come the a stop as they come to open field this be farm land within the trees as carbine mechs are digging out trenches. The mech slowly navigate convoy around farm. As check on Aesa passage Aesa see she has some in her hand looking a lot like Aesa bra. As women must been trying to compare bra sizes.

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Aesa watched the woman squirrel into the cockpit from the corner of her eye, half perplexed by the size and stature of the woman. Aesa was used to being the smallest of the Clan Warriors around her, had frequently been the butt of jokes until she taught them never to make fun of a Kerensky, but this woman... she was even shorter than her, and by much....

The woman's silence was welcome, but also unnerving and Aesa did not know how much the Freebirth knew of her situation. Did she know of the shamed, yet honorable position of Bondswoman, had it been explained or was she about to have a rude awakening.

Coming to a straight section of the path, long enough for Aesa to turn her attention from the cockpit windows without crashing into something, she shifted in seat to turn and face the woman, intent on finding out at least her name. Her eyes shocked open as she saw what the woman had in her hands, her soiled bra she had stuffed down the side of the seat!

"H-hey!," she stammered, flustered for some reason, "That is not yours, put it back"