I shall live and die by the Mech's Creed, the three doctrines spoken thus:

One will care for their mech as if it were family, for it is.

One will help where possible, for it is their duty.

One will fight to the end, enacting the quote “Be just or be dead.”

Thus the Creed be spoken.

           “My methods are not exactly what you would call civil,” Kolver picked up the hand-held hacksaw he had fashioned out of a circular saw blade and a C-clamp with a battery on it so it would be automated. It looked used: Bloodstains covered the blade, and the corpse on the table bore witness to the last use. He paced around the gurney to the other side, where Gusset was in his own gurney, gagged, screaming what he could through the cloth that held his mouth shut. Kolver continued to speak, “Civility is for those who show mercy, which I show none of. Poor Dade couldn't realize that.” He stroked Dade's severed head, the expression on the corpse's face a petrified horrible realization. Gusset continued to yell and holler as much as he could through his gag.

           “However, you will have a chance to live if you give me the information I need. Just answer me one simple question,” Kolver took of Gusset's gag and Gusset instantly went quiet, “Where is the battlemech by the name Hellspawn?”

           “I'll die before I'll tell you, you sonofabitch.” Gusset then proceeded to spit in Kolver's face. Kolver merely smirked and wiped off his face.

           “I can arrange that.” Kolver started his demonic saw and the garting noise was almost worse than the pain Gusset experienced as Kolver started in on his leg. Gusset screamed, and an observer would have been able to tell that Kolver was having the time of his life, smiling under the used-to-be-blue-but-now-was-red medical face-mask he wore, his eyes mimicking the delight his mouth portrayed.

           After about thirty seconds of cutting, the fell clean off of Gusset's body and thumped down to the floor. “What a shame, you were such a good runner. Almost got away from my groundmech, didn't you?” At the stimuli of being referred to as “groundmech”, his runner Albatross whirred in recognition, then settled in contentment.

           “You have two more chances to answer me. Where is Hellspawn?” Gusset yelled as loud as he could, but nothing that gave away the mech's location. “Very well, then. Shall we start in on your arm? You seem to favor your left one, so I'll be kind and sever the right one for you.”

           Gusset managed to get in a “Gee, thanks,” before Kolver started in on his arm. Kolver was lucky enough to find the shoulder joint, so cutting through the arm took a matter of less than fifteen seconds. Blood flew everywhere from the wound, and Gusset screamed louder.

           After letting Gusset recover for a few moments, he posed his question one final time.

           “Go to hell.” Gusset sneered.

           “Oh, I plan to. But not before you get there. Say hello to Satan for me. I'm his biggest fan.” And with that, Kolver started in on Gusset's head. Gusset managed to get the first line of the Mech's Creed in before his vocal chords were severed, and managed to think through the rest (it was five lines long) before the lights went out forever, and he passed into whatever afterlife waits for everybody.

Yeah, this was a story idea. Tell me what you guys think. I might be able to expand on it.