Combat Commander

"Razor 2-1 setting up Recycler now. Deploying Armory on eastern geyser."
Strange for me to be starting out in a Razor scout tank. One is usually deployed in a Grizzly to start with, but then this is a reconnaissance mission. So why send a Recycler at all?
This dream started out on a red planet. Mars at night? It's too cool for Io. The Recycler is a mobile factory unit, the cornerstone of any base. It takes bio-metal scrap and turns it into other units. And it's powered using the energy from the geysers that are scattered throughout the landscape. Once it's set up, I'll have it turn out a scavenger to pick up material for defensive turrets. But it should be fine on it's own. For now.
I drove over to check on the armory, another factory unit used to make weapon enhancements. It also has a built in catapult to launch ammo and regeneration packs where needed. It can also be used to launch a Day-Wrecker bomb. For now, I'm just using it to attach a little something to my rocket hard point.
By the time that was done, the Recycler already had a Scavenger making runs for scrap. And I had a nav point to go investigate. It's been years since I've been behind the stick, but the Razor handles more like an airplane than a tank. It's even shaped like one with wings extending from the rear mounted engine as well as canards mounted on the nose in front of the cockpit. Fast and nimble as I maneuvered it down a shallow canyon. The area was littered with volcanic rocks and boulders, but they proved no trouble. The Razor, like most bio-metal vehicles, hovers.
I was halfway to the nav beacon when I reached a dead end in a box canyon. It wouldn't be too much of a problem to get out of there, at full speed, my jump jets could handle it. But then a gigantic six wheeled vehicle leaped from the ridge above, making a sharp turn as it landed in front of me. A soviet BTR.
An unusual thing to find in space. But then, it is much more massive than it's earthbound counterparts, and it practically bristled with heavy machine guns. Not something a Razor would likely to stand up to on it's own. I let loose a rocket and jetted back down the way I came. My shot did minimal damage, and the metal behemoth turned and gave chase, letting loose a torrent of metal with it's cannons. I swerved my tank up the walls of the canyon and down, much like a half-pipe. I didn't have enough momentum to escape up, but it was enough to evade.
I didn't have enough fire power to take it on my own, and even the turrets back at base wouldn't be a match. That limits my options. I clicked up the Armory on my HUD, and selected a spot up ahead. I'd have to time this just right, but it should work. I just prayed I lived through it.
My armor took a hit, and my engines and reactor were red-lined. It still wasn't enough to outrun the BTR. Looking up, I saw the package I had called in falling steadily to the ground. This was going to be close. I hit my jump jets and tilted my craft forward, hoping for a speed boost. It wasn't enough.
The Day-Wrecker exploded upon hitting the ground, sending my craft into a wild tumble. The engine blew, and life support started failing. I tried to level off as best I could, and hit the eject button. The seals on my helmet closed, filling it with air as the cockpit blew and I was shot into the air, my tank turning into a ball of flame and shrapnel beneath me.
There was too much dust in the air for me to get a clear picture of the ground. Shifting my body weight, I maneuvered my fall towards a nearby hill. My drop pack cut off just before I touched the ground, and I crouched, bringing my rifle up to scan the area. All guns in the future are boxy. At least this semi-automatic pulse rifle has an alternate fire mode with a scope and armor piercing rounds. Handy for jacking a tank, but I had already called up the Recycler to setup another Razor to pick me up.
I scanned the dust cloud through my scope, looking for any sign of the BTR. I figured the bomb would have destroyed it as it did my tank. The roar of it's engine had me snapping my scope to the right to see it driving away. It seems that drove it off, at least, but I'm going to need some heavier firepower if I'm going to take that thing out.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to look at the person seated next to me. Suddenly, I wasn't on mars anymore, finding myself seated on a bench in the middle of a white hallway. There were a few entryways set at regular intervals, and over to the right, it opened up into a large area with a slanted glass ceiling.
The guy sitting next to me was in a dark blue jacket with matching pants, and a ball cap hanging low over his eyes. He didn't say a word. I didn't offer any. I started to stand when I blinked, finding myself with a face full of sun from my bedroom window.