| Here is, a rather long-winded, history behind the advent and forming of the WOLF PACK MERCENARY Corps. (Taken from the Rifts Books; Basic Rifts Source Book, NGR & Triax, Mexico, Phase World, Mercenaries, New West, Atlantis, and Mutants in Orbit). It all started around 1994, when David and Myself (Travis), where driving around Lakeside, California after a Burglary spree at a local Gun Shop. We were being pursued by the local Police when a Dimensional Shift occurred right before we were about to impact a Police Cruiser. In a blinding flash, we were transported to Rifts earth along with the truck that we were in and 95% of the Police Cruiser that we had almost hit. Not knowing where we were, David and I began to search the area where we found the remains of the Police Officer who had come with us through the Rift. We salvaged what we could and began to drive the Police Car and Dave's Truck east to see what we could find in the way of landmarks or a freeway. It was then that we encountered 4 strange vehicles bearing down on us from the east at incredibly high speed, so we decided to wait and see what they were and what they wanted. You can imagine our surprise when we had our first look at Coalition Technology in the form of a SAMAS Recon Squad. Dave proceeded to puke his guts out and I merely cowered in fear of my mortal life. We were taken to the Field Officers APC where we were subjected to a full body search, psi-tests, and an interview with a Captain Somersby. Dave and I both told him the truth of how we managed to end up there and he informed us of where and when we were. After a brief moment or three of skepticism, Dave and I finally came to grips with our situation and Volunteered to join the Captain on his way back to Chi-Town after a successful Recon Assignment. It was then that the Unit was set upon by a band of Mercenary Headhunters, very well armed, and totally vicious. Dave and I were asked to man the Turret Guns of the APC after a significant portion of the crew was killed by Mini-Missile fire. We did so, until the Headhunters destroyed our turrets. It was then that we found out that the Rift had somehow transformed us into Mega-Damage beings because we were only slightly injured in the destruction of the gun turrets. When a soldier noticed that we had remained uninjured, we dispatched him before he could warn the others that were still alive and fighting. It was then that we had the idea of commandeering the vehicle and making our escape from the area. Two day's later, another Coalition Scout party met us. We gave ourselves up before they had a chance to ask us for our surrender, and we gave them a story about how we had come upon the other troops while they were engaged in a battle. We had also gained quite a bit of local knowledge through the access of their computer banks aboard the APC, so our story seemed viable. We told the commanding officer that we were returning the found equipment to the Coalition in the hopes that the Military High Command would look favorably upon our applications for enrollment into the Coalition Military. He was impressed with us and he put in a good word with the High Command on our behalf after we arrived at Chi-Town. After the testing, I was assigned to Military Specialist Training and Dave was transferred to SAMAS and ELITE Piloting. Three Years passed and I had gained the rank of Captain, while Dave had the rank of Lieutenant from some of our bizarre, but successful missions. It was then that we were both transferred to a Special Recon Detachment bound for Atlantis on a fact-finding mission with 3 other operatives. Six months were spent there where we learned about the local system of government the Dimensional Market and some about the mysterious Splugorth and their minions. We were about to try gaining entry into the Black Market when we were ambushed by Sunaj Assassins. David and I managed to escape with a prisoner whom we found out was an Atlantean, before he killed himself. I took his armor and his side arms (Which were the inspirations for the WOLF PACK motif) before Dave and I made our escape with a Triax T-2000 Ulti-Max and a Kittani K-ATV-RV, which we had stolen from the Dimensional Market to make our escape from Atlantis. We arrived back in Chi-Town, after we had stowed the best of the equipment that we had gained from Atlantis in New Lazlo, to give our report on the mission and inform the High Command of the loss of the other personnel. Due to the resounding success of our mission and the information and equipment that we managed to come back with, we were given a heroes honor with a full Rank Commission. It was then that we were asked, by Emperor Prosek himself and his son Joseph, if we would undertake a mission of grave importance. It seemed that there had been a significant increase in the number of Mercenary Bands and they were threatening to band together against the Coalition. Our Assignment was to penetrate one of these Mercenary Outfits and gather information from within about the various Mercenary Armies and their strengths in the surrounding areas. After some deliberation and some Black Market Cybernetic Enhancements, we agreed to do as we were asked. We were given enough money to equip ourselves and bribe necessary people for appropriate identification, before we were sent on our way. We hooked up with Larson’s Brigade for about a year, all the while supplying the Coalition with information on the Mercenary scene, while at the same time, supplying Colonel Larson with inside information on the Coalition and selling info to the Black Market. It was about then that Dave and I made an agreement with Larson to fake our own deaths and go off on our own. He agreed and let it be known to the Coalition that we had been tried as spies and executed. Dave and I left for the southwest regions were we bought equipment and vehicles with the money that we had gained from information sales, and found "troops" that were willing to go along with us. That is when we found Iron Mountain, home of the Strategic Satellite Command Center for COMM-SAT and MIL-SAT. The place was in near perfect condition with the nuclear generator still functioning and Satellite controls in working order. After 2 weeks and a pitched battle with the Installations Automated Security Forces, we managed to figure out how to use the two Satellites to our benefit and cleaned out the Military reserves of vehicles and weapons, including 12 USA-10 Glitter boy’s, some Humm-V's, various weapon designs & prototypes, and the Presidential Helicopter with the remains of the President. We then, commenced with an Auction for control of the COMM-SAT by contacting representatives from NGR, The Coalition States, Atlantis, Japan, Russia, Africa, and England with the Satellite Communications system as proof of the goods. The Coalition ended up winning the Auction with a bid of 100 Billion Credits that were transferred to the NGR and verified by them to a secret account. Well, we gave the Coalition the Satellite Control Center coordinates and proceeded to destroy all of the technical operations manuals and Databases after we had down loaded them to our computers. We also deleted the listing for 10 frequency codes, which we planned to use our selves. We were long gone before the first Coalition Scout Parties began to arrive and we proceeded further southwest until we came to New Phoenix where we contacted the NGR and made arrangements for the Transfer of equipment and money to be delivered by their sonic transport planes to the West Coast. After we had received the shipments, we also gained a few new members of the budding WOLF PACK MERCENARY Corps. About 12 in all from the NGR to show us how to use the equipment and later, become members of the Corps. Jonas Sterling was the Technical Genius that serves as our head of Technical Support for the WOLF PACK. It was his and mine brainstorming that came up with the creation of the WPEX series of Armored vehicles and weapons. A deal was struck with Wilks and Wellington Industries to Supply the WOLF PACK (Anonymously) with these new Vehicles and Weapons in return for the design rights to Wilks and a Heavy investment in Wellington Industries. Today, the WOLF PACK MERCENARY Corps resides in the northwestern area of Colorado near the town of Northridge where my officers and I have invested heavily in the local economy and provide protection in return for lands of our own and the construction of an underground base for the WOLF PACK. We have also begun training new recruits in the last year and have set up a number of small WOLFPACK Garrisons in Cities that come to us for help with their local marauder and D-Bee infestations. In these towns and cities, we are able to maintain small recruiting stations and temporary Garrisons with the full support of the local Governments, including El Cuidad, New Phoenix, Texarkana, Manhousten, Paterville and Staterman. The Coalition still has no idea who it was that sold them the satellite or who the ranking officers are of the WOLFPACK. Nor do they care at the moment for they have only just figured out how to use the Satellite in a basic way, which has prompted the Military High Command to push up their schedule for their upcoming War Campaign. We continue to monitor the Coalitions efforts to better understand the Satellite and it's potential to them in war through our own control of the Satellites' functions. We have also given a generous amount of funding to Wellington Industries to retool one of their facilities for the dedicated construction and maintenance of our Fighting Vehicles and Equipment to be anonymously delivered to us when we need them. We have also built and maintained our own small construction facility in Northridge where we continue to make our own special modifications to the equipment that Wilks and Wellington Industries provide us, as well as, employing the local populace for the production of high quality Farm and Exploration equipment for export in the local region. And so, there you have it, a look into the History of the WOLF PACK MERCENARY Corps, and the men that founded it. David and I are still adventuring together, sometimes unwillingly for forces beyond our control, but we always seem to return to our new home. We have given up our quest for a way back to our time and dimension in favor of our new home here, in the Post Rift Frontier of Earth where we continue to carve a name for ourselves and seek new adventures in the land known as Rifts Earth. As head of the WOLF PACK MERCENARY CORPS. I actually give a damn about my men and those that serve under me. I strive to give them a better life and a purpose for living where they can extract their revenge on those that deserve it rather than those that humankind has come to know, simply as D-Bee's. I point them in the direction of those that deserve punishment and that need to be slain in order to protect innocent lives who's only crime is that of feeding their families and wanting a better life for their children. With my advanced knowledge of psychology from the 20th Century, I have the unique opportunity to screen my men every few months to make sure that they are still fighting for the right reasons rather than for revenge, which seems to be the obsession for a lot of humanity these day's. - Excerpt from the Journals of Col. T. Masters Summer 115 P.A. |
| Wolf Pack Mercenary Corps. |
| "Being at the Right Place in the Wrong Dimension" |
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| Col. Masters on a Recon mission to the Florida Keys |