McDoomswinger hated this place. His Awesome â€“ The Shatterer - could barely get any firing angles. Everywhere he looked there were more hills. Far at the rear of his company atop the highest hill, he scanned for easy targets ahead; his three PPCâ€™s gave him ample hitting power past 500 metres.
â€œThere it is again what the hell is that?â€ he whined into the mic.
Something was popping up on his HUD â€“ it looked like an enemy target, but it kept disappearing just as fast. He thought he heard a dull â€˜thudâ€™ but had taken no damage, so he scanned the horizon.
â€œThere we are, hahahah take this suckers!â€ he whooped into the mic, to no reply.
He fired all his weapons, alpha striking at a distant Dragon that managed to evade his shots, but was too busy to return fire. He focussed on the Dragon, standing stock still as his PPCâ€™s recharged.
â€œGot you now!â€ he squealed, as WARNING! INCOMING MISSILES! light up over his HUD.
â€œWhat? No-one is near me! How the hell?â€ he whinged as LRMâ€™s descended onto him, over and over. His Awesome stumbled backward as he slowly backpeddled, flight after flight of missiles shredded first his armour, then his â€˜Mechs internals. Explosions surrounded him as his â€˜Mech buckled under the punishment.
â€œThis is b-!â€
In the distance a Raven poked its head out.
â€œRoger that Commander, target down.â€ She spoke with a small smile, looking for her next victim.