Nor Azman, on 15 March 2012 - 03:24 PM, said:
[[sigh. Guess I need to do a requiem of the dead for the Flashman as well
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[[Look on the bright side, I don't think this pilot died like the urbie pilot did (his ac-10 ammo cooked off...pretty sure he be dead...) but his mech isn't going to be seeing a battlefield again...]]
[[...sheesh Orc, killing spree much?]]
Damon eyed the fallen Flashman. That shot had definitely killed the engine, but if his guess was correct the pilot would still live since the thing hadn't catastrophically failed and taken half the street with it...well, most likely, anyways.
Damon established communications again. Between everyone within a 6 block radius opening fire on each other, areospace fighters doing crazy stuff he was pretty sure broke the laws of physics, and the incoming Delians who were sure to have been pissed off that they just lost
two mechs to a 35 ton speed machine, Damon had his hands full.
Before he could say anything though, the Thug, which had been stalking closer this whole time, finally appeared behind Damon and lit up his immediate sensors.
FU---
Damon barely took one step before the huge assault mech fired. At barely 100 meters, the Thug was too close to the Jenner to fire his PPC's at it, but that didn't stop him from launching them at the Grand Dragon, which stood over the downed Flashman 400 meters away. The first struck the hatchet head on, taking the full blast of the weapon and reducing the iconic symbol of the Skjaldborg Huscarls to mere slag. The second glanced off his left leg, stripping armor with it just above the knee acutator. Damon doubted much remained there. For his part, Damon took several SRM's to his rear. The unlocked missiles landed all around his mech and all over his mech, at least four striking. The missiles rocked the Jenner forward, where he dived down a side-street to get out of the way...at least hopefully.
Running at half a sprint, Damon hugged a nearby building to gather himself.his sensors where in chaos and staticy, slowly returning to life thanks to the close pass by the PPCs...if he had been hit by those, he would've been screwed. The Thug was smart though, by targeting the Dragon primarily, he forced both mechs to retreat and gave him the advantage of splitting them up yet again.
...at least until Damon could sweep around.
Damon checked the comms. For now, all his sensors were offline, and his ECM was only working at 200m effectiveness. He had to recover, but first he needed to establish where he was and how to rejoin the battle without killing himself and his partners.
Damon eyed the buildings he trotted by and stopped. There were several large buildings around him, most between 4 and 6 stories tall. The area opened up into a little courtyard, with a small two story building to the west, completing the small courtyard. Damon had barely a second to register this before he noticed a large spotlight coming from the side street immediately to his left. Damon took off, rounding the corner to his right and jumping onto the two story building. He barely had time to turn before the newcomers came into view.
And it was a good thing he did.
Leading the group was yet another small Urbanmech. This one looked identical to it's brother he downed earlier, except it bore a noticable scar on its left leg and torso, possibly from earlier fighting. Behind the Urbie though, was what chilled Damon to the core.
It was an Atlas. A freakin' Atlas. And he wasn't alone either. Two hunchbacks stood with him, easily recognizable by their huge right torso mounted gun. Behind them came two Vedette Combat Tanks, a Magi Tank, and an APC. Two Swiftwinds brought up the rear, and to put the icing on the cake a second Jagermech was at the end of the convoy, guns to the skies and walking backwards into the area.
The mechs and tanks were quick to set up a perimeter, walking right by the building Damon crouched on. The APC rolled to the center, and deployed three infantry squads to secure the area.
****...a regrouping area...which means the others are in deep crap, they won't see this coming!
Still, Damon was surrounded. And outgunned. He briefly played with the idea of jumping next to the APC and shouting some cliche line over the comms, like
'Nobody move or the APC gets it!...but he'd probably die quickly enough.
The Jagermech didn't give him a chance to think it over. As soon as the mech turned, eyes still on the skies, Damon knew he had seconds before he was spotted.
So he jumped. Damon flew North over the head of the large Atlas towards the five story building, hoping to safely land on top. The Jagermech, catching site of his movement, fired after him. One ac-2 and 5 missed, but the others struck true, peppering his right leg and arm. The damage was enough to make Damon miss his mark, his feet catching the roof's edge and slamming face first onto the structure.
It was just not Damon's day today.
[[whew, that was a lot of writing....heads up boys, company is coming!!! btw, Damon is down but not out. He's sustained minor damage to just about everything, but by now his sensors are back up and running so his ECM is doing its job to distract his opponents (hence why they didn't spot him straight away when they came into the square) His right leg has virtually no armor left on the side and his right arm is mangled, but everything for now at least seems functional. Also, his back is looking thin of armor as well.]]
[[Also, @ Orc: I said Iconic symbol of the Huscarls, but forgot that you're in the Svinfylking...I still think its an appropriate reference though, correct?]]
Edited by Damon Howe, 15 March 2012 - 05:45 PM.
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