The Untold Story;

The Battle outside the city of Avalon grew fierce. As House Davions' mechs fought, the greatest challenge almost seemed to be maneuvering around the debris that piled up from the past 3 weeks of fighting. Dropships continued to land, as each lance fell another would arrive.

CDS was slowly overpowering the Armed forces of the Federated Suns, but today seemed to look like the beginning of a turn for the better. As Hanse lead his regiment back from this mornings squirmish he listened to the communiqué coming in from the rescue parities..."Helo 149, I've got another one on scope...seems to be CDS, he may have ejected...moving in for a look." "Ahhh, roger 149, take caution it could be a trap." As the helo grew closer..."Base, 149...he looks to be waving...Im going to pick him up." "Roger 149...base out."

As Prince Davion pulled his mech into docking, the choppers were coming in, with the few men that had known when to elect, and the cowards that would stand before the council. As he headed to debriefing, and walked past those unloading from 149, he noticed a prisoner with the same insignia on his shoulder, that was on the mech that had killed so many of his comrades in the last few weeks. The warrior stood proud, almost challenging his gaze as he looked upon him. Hanse walked over immediately...looking into the neuro helmet with a sense of hate that was as deep as his curiosity. Show your self, he commanded with a voice that obligated respect and order...as the mechwarrior lifted the helmet, curly brown hair fell to her shoulders and a smile that was both hypnotic and intimidating came across her face. Hanse stood almost paralyzed gazing into the largest most beautiful brown eyes he ever seen. Realizing the time that had slipped by as he drifted into them he said, "Take her to down stairs, I will interrogate this one myself." He gathered himself quickly hoping no one had noticed what had just happened, and headed to his room to shower.

The day had been a long one, Hanse Davion had just finished the debriefing of information on the prisoner and was as confused as the War Council..."But sir, what your trying to tell us is preposterous! There's no way!" Field Marshal DaChemist caught himself as he saw the same look from the General that the others at the table were giving him, and he settled himself recalling his position and to whom he was addressing.

"What I'm telling you all is what we have already verified, and confirmed to be true." Prince Hanse Davion stood and walked to the comlink at the end of the room. In the monitor, all could see CDS SCol. Bos27 sedated on the table, with out restraint, as the drugs that had been used during the interrogation process slowly started wearing off. "Khan Black Sabbath has been pushing his troops so hard, that the pressures are affecting even the highest ranking officers. This mechwarrior finally broke in the heat of battle and purposely self-destructed her mech, ejecting just prior to the core breach. Seems she felt that being a prisoner of FS was a better fate than returning to her own people." Hanse turned to the others... "Today is the day the tides will turn my friends. With the information we've gathered, not only will we push the Sharks back, but we will deliver a message to all other invaders that House Davion will not tolerate this type blatant self-righteousness. Today is the beginning of a new Dawn...."

"Today is the beginning of a new Dawn...."

Hanse Davion remembered those words spoken just nine (9) months ago as if they were yesterday. The information they had received that day from the CDS prisoner had changed the tide of the Inner Sphere. What there was left of the Clans, was now dwindling in the farthest reaches of DCM territory, and the General could never have been more pleased. At the unanimous vote of the War Council, Bos27 had been rehabilitated and taken as Bondswomen in the name of Davion. Stripped of all but the basic memories that would be needed to build on, she was now known as Bernadette Medeiros.

Entering the cabin and closing the door behind him, he shouted "Bernie, it's Hanse...where are you!?" Setting the flowers he had brought for her on the table he could hear water running in the back ground, and smiled as he realized it was the shower that was preventing her from hearing him. Entering the bathroom, he stopped, gazing at the silhouette of her beautiful body through the etched glass doors. Sliding back the door, Bernadette's head was under the water rinsing her hair, soap bubbles run down and around her firm breasts. Hanse stood watching intensely, slowly raising a hand up too..."Aahhhh...Don't do that!" she screamed, "you know how I feel about you scaring me like that!" Now laughing, she grabs his shirt by the collar and pulls him into the water with her. Wrapping his arms around her warm body, he puts his mouth down to her lips and kisses her, feeling her breasts against his chest as she pulls him even closer." Mmmmm..." Hanse moans. Running her hand down the front of his fatigues, she feels his stiff cock and squeezes is hard, putting her head on his shoulder she whispers, "Make love to me Hanse...its been too long, make love to me."

To Be Continued...