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"He had no idea.
The first volley hit so hard the impact alone ripped his right arm out of its socket, but he managed to reach the cover of a loading dock as the second and third waves practically destroyed the warehouse behind him. As he waited for the air to clear I could see the blue glow fade away from the dismembered weapon. Its stricken capacitors slowly bled dry... yet the bright orange metal on what was the shoulder joint still glowed angrily. I felt as if I watched it die, but the feeling quickly passed. He was still hunting my mates, and this was no time for grieving over dead junk.
With my artillery recalled to support those lumbering Assault Mechs, I knew he was all mine for the taking. I just had to get behind him, somehow. Those beasts remaining in his torso would scrap this little trashcan of a Mech in seconds. Poking out of my hole just long enough to see him lining up a new bead on the Assaults, I noticed the angle was too wide. I didn't want my only chance of victory to ricochet off a sloped armor plate. I couldn't walk around for a better firing position or I'd be too exposed. I had no shot.
Then it hit me... "trashcan...TRASHCAN!" That's it!
I zoomed in on the loading dock's upper platform and carefully aimed my AC/10 at the support column underneath that brown, disgusting waste hopper. God only knows what kind of chemicals they dumped down that pipe, but from what I knew of Double-Strength Heat Sinks that chemical soup would eat through Dragon Skin, not to mention ferroglass. I could see the blue glow of his torsos lighting up the dust around him and knew I had to act now before another one of those buffoons got himself cored.
Fire.
These H.E.A.T. rounds are designed to cut through armor by creating a hypersonic molten cutting jet upon detonation; basically they're like ballistic cutting torches that explode. That support column folded like an accordian. I watched the entire upper platform hurl itself to the ground, pinning that Awesome underneath a jungle of scaffolding, cross members, and a gushing torrent of corrosive death. At first I thought those vapors rising off his chassis were just steam, but I noticed it was actually the paint boiling and vaporizing... then it was the ferroglass. For a brief moment I considered leaving that pilot screaming, watching his glass slowly dissolve in front of him with no way to eject.
But there were more important things to think about. I'd left the artillery unguarded for too long, so I turned around, and walked away. I can't believe I just downed an Awesome. This feels amazing.
I can litterally feel electricity in the air around me...
Headline by Prosperity Park, using imagry from Ironhawk
Poster Image by Ironhawk, using imagry from PGI
Narrative by Prosperity Park
Edited by Prosperity Park, 01 April 2012 - 08:22 PM.
