A Battletech FanFiction

With a lever big enough I can move the world

by

Andrew “MageOhki” Norris

Chapter 4

See Chapter 1 for disclaimers and other information

I would like to thank Drakensis for kibitzing and Editing, JG/Joe Gunnarson (Of Whateley fame) for the same, Valles, Case/Fosfor, Minako/Scratx for kibitizing. Y'all made this go a LOT faster than the first two, thank you. Psyckosama deserves a special shoutout for helping reinspire, some basic visualization and idea throwing.

Adjust the Lever.

It is not often said how much work a senior officer has to do. My previous life’s experience with military service indicated that the higher in rank you went, the more you did during your working hours, and those hours tended to grow. The more high tempo the unit was or needed to be, the more work and more hours you put in. It was amusing in a way to realize even an eon later, some things never change.

From the journals and notes of Kikyo Onishi, New Avalon Press, 3291 AD, as part of the “Century of Chaos: The Movers and Shakers.” series.

What’s The Matter With You

Part 6

By Camospam, editing by Wendy K.

A Non-Canon Whateley Academy tale.

Saturday March 1, 2008.

Poe Cottage, Whateley Academy

 6:00 o’clock in the morning remained one of the few quiet times in Poe cottage, aside from those few early risers who either didn’t or couldn’t sleep and greeted the day pre-dawn. Toni Chandler was not one of those who rose before the sun, but when she did wake she was at full throttle - ready for whatever the day might bring.

 Toni’s roommate on the other hand needed some encouragement.

A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale

Rain on a Sunny Day

By Enemyoffun

Part One

 Foreword by Elrod

This story is a continuation of a character who was initially revealed in "Business as Usual".  If you haven't read that story, you should.

Sept. 6th, 2016

He was staring.

Why was he staring and why wouldn’t he stop?

I was doing my best to ignore while I plugged away at some inane game on my phone. I’m not even sure what it was called, it was just something to bide my time. Trains were always boring. My mother used to make us ride one whenever we went to visit my Dad’s parents in Mystic Falls. The difference between then and now though was that I actually enjoyed the ride. It was something wonderful for a little kid like me to sit at the window and stare out as the landscape went zooming past. I used to love it. Taking a quick glance toward the green zipping past the outside of the train, I grunted. No one ever said I was a smart kid. Thankfully I grew out of it a few years later. Trains---like most other mundane things---were boring.

Boring things were disappointing things.

Like life.

Life sucked.

Call Of The Light (Part 6 - Final)

Book Three of Heaven's Light

By Erisian

Chapter 23 - Sacrifices

The California sun had hours ago slipped below the evergreen-lined mountain peaks to the west. Leftovers from his lunch foray into the local town still sat mostly uneaten on the square patio table, sandwich and partially consumed plum resting on a plate. The porch-light remained off as stars twinkled into view between the wispy clouds hanging in the sky, leaving him as a motionless dark shadow resting on the wooden bench before the cabin.