Two days later, the same Team of pilots, now formally known as the "Alaska Wolf Pack" repelled the small Navy probe meant to scare them back in. When Canada made their play to claim the ground their offense was not only halted, but ended with the Border pushed back so that most of Yukon territory belongs to them now.
The Wolf Pack is today known as THE BEST dedicated Core unit in the world, due to their insane training standards. They don't even let you apply unless you're a rated B rank.
"Anyway, I was actually doing humanitarian work when a bunch of Ice Devils, Think Black-Rock: only after their warm cuddly side had been frozen off, showed up in the Village I was in, and took everybody to make sure their gene-pool stayed diverse. They were more or less planning to RAPE the next generation out of us. First night there I cut myself loose, and find out the ONLY CORE THEY HAD was unguarded. So I stole it, and thanks to a naturally high synch rate, was able to pilot it well enough to kill them and save my fellow captives. They made me an honorary pack member for my efforts, and let me keep the Mech. Bout a year later, everything's quieted down, and the three of us were never really ones for the quiet life. So we skipped down here with another friend of ours with a natural talent for piloting and running tac-net and started trying to make some bank."
"How's that been working out?"
"Damned decent. We managed to get some solid cores together, and put almost three million away for a rainy day. Shit, if these things weren't so expensive to run we could almost retire."