By: David Wainio Terry Quina jolted awake at the buzzing to find that he was in his bunk rather than at the controls of a BattleMech. His first impulse had been to check his warning board for the tell-tale light that matched the incessant beeping, but as quickly as that urge had formed it dropped away as the reality of his situation set in. It was funny how outside sounds would sometimes fit in with a dream: the awaken tone blearing at him had sounded just when his dream ‘Mech had taken a severe hit. The dream was fading already, a wisp of fancy he didn’t care to pursue as he studied the desk clock across from him and realized that it wasn’t his preset wakeup call sounding. It was an incoming priority message, flagging him with a loud wake tone. Blearily he noted it was still an hour until