Duty is heavier than a mountain; death is lighter than a feather. ------ Dispossessed and dishonored, former Draconis Combine MechWarrior Takari Tanida is forced to fight in the Mech-gladiator arenas of Solaris VII. He needs to make it big so that he can return home and kill his father and brother. It is the only way Takari can avenge his uncle, restore his honor, and find peace in death. But the road to revenge will be both longer and harder than Takari could have imagined.

MechWarrior/Battletech fanfic. Margaid's career as a MechWarrior is threatened when the Inner Sphere is shattered by the invasion of the Clans. Losing her mech and her freedom she must fight for everything she holds dear. Lots of chapters but most of them are pretty short.

The job sounds easy, the pay barely good enough, What could possibly go wrong? The War Pigs are ready to hire. As they say, have mech - will travel... For every mercenary company you have to start somewhere. But who would be desperate enough to hire brand new Mercenaries? For Arthur and Benjamin of the 162nd War Pigs their new employer, the Republic of Melville, located in the periphery is desperate. They plan to launch an offensive to capture the rest of their planet from House Muller and the edge they are looking for might be found in these brand new Mercenaries.

Baxter's Phantoms is on the verge of collapse. Betrayed by their former archon, Katherine Steiner, the shattered remains of the once proud Lyran mercenary company have been drifting aimlessly through the Inner Sphere. Despite having lost over ninety percent of his former strength, Commander Michael Baxter seeks to return his unit to its former glory. He has defied the odds before, but with his numbers depleted and his finances sinking into never-ending debt, the situation appears hopeless. However, hope soon appears in the form of a job from Periphery crime lord Boss Vilnius, and he is willing to buy the mercenaries' debt to cover the bill. On paper the contract is simple; deliver a small piece of cargo to a set of coordinates on the extreme fringe of the Inner Sphere. The catch? Baxter knows neither the contents of the cargo nor the identity of the buyer. Worse yet, other more powerful parties are interested in what the Phantoms are carrying, and they seem hell bent on taking it from them at any cost.