We’re
away from Shasta and not a moment too soon for a number of different reasons.
Things
with the Red Mountain tribe (Clan, whatever) were not going well, to say the
least. Ever since we armed them they had been pushing us for more action, but
not against the Wolves. Rather, they wanted us to focus on their rivals, hoping
that we’d stomp all over their villages with our BattleMechs. I’d managed to
hold off on that for some time, but it reached the point where I was running
out of excuses. That the chief was looking to hitch me up with his son didn’t
help any, I mean, yes, he looked great without a shirt, but the last thing I
want is to be tied to a specific planet’s ugly politics. Besides, I’m spoken
for.
We
found an exit after a fashion courtesy of a disaffected Wolf adoptee. Velkon
Dumeitscu was a Shasta native who joined up with the Wolves. Only things didn’t
work out as he’d hoped and, after two battles with us, he’d found himself locked
up. We liberated him and a couple of other members of his Star during a raid,
and he was willing to cut us a deal. If we gave him a ‘Mech and a place in our
forces, even if only temporarily, he’d give us the location of Star Colonel
Kendra Tutuola.
