I just played a match this morning that proves this. Proves it so hard it will never again be
disproven. That’s what happens when smartly aggressive play lets you not only man-tank more than triple your weight of enemy metal, but drop two of your three attackers while blunting an enemy flank long enough for your team to realize it’s there and roll it up, with a direct positive result on your later crushing victory. My apologies for the lack of video, but I have neither the software nor the CPU horsepower to record my games as well as play them. Half the time I’m lucky I can
play…but that’s neither here nor there.
All right. We’re on Canyon network, and I’m in my TBR-C (
http://mwo.smurfy-ne...1e8ea3af2416dab. Note: Armor and ammo distribution is not accurate). This has proven to be one of the slickest fits I’ve had the pleasure of driving on a Timber Wolf (my thanks to the forumite who twigged me to the idea!), and I’m about to prove it. The fight has moved into the typical poppy-snipey poke-each-other-from-the-upper-ridges thing on Canyon Network where both teams are skirting the big center Moshpit Deathbowl area and putting their distance guns to work, when a light ‘Mech of ours in the back starts acquiring locks. The rest of my team, focused on their sniping, pays no heed even as the poor guy gets clawed to death, throwing up his UAV to try and warn the team that there’s two or three Baddites angling around the gullies towards our base.
BUT I NOTICE.
I am unfortunately too late to Save Our Light (sorry, B33f), but I get back there in time to catch both a trial NubbaPhract and a Timber Wolf stomping past the poor guy’s smoking carcass towards our base. Our turrets are starting to take their first LRM popshots as I analyze my targets. NubbaPhract, and one of the
worst Timber Wolf fits I’ve ever seen (2x C-LRM-10, 1x C-UAC/5, 1x C-ERLL. What the actual frog, guy). The NubbaPhract’s out in front, but I decide to let him pass. Terrible fit or not, the Timber Wolf is likely being run by a more experienced pilot by virtue of costing sixty bucks at the minimum, and this way I can slide down between the two and tango with the Timber Wolf alone for a few moments while the Cataphract realizes what’s going on and turns around, which I proceed to do.
Shockingly enough, a C-Gauss and seven C-ERML beats the ever-loving snot out of a C-UAC/5 and a C-ERLL in a close fight, and I proceed to rip all the nose armor off the madly retreating enemy Timber Wolf. The Cataphract’s swung around by this point and is making his displeasure at my mauling of his teammate felt, and an enemy NubLander (I think. It was Rookie Green and spewing large lasers from its chest, but I never got a chance to check its fit) has also dropped in and is telling me I shouldn’t do rude things like blow up his teammates. The Timber Wolf I’ve two-thirds cored disappears around a bend in the gully, and leaves me with his two trial teammates.
BUT I’M 1453-R, AND I DON’T DO SCARED.
Besides, my options are somewhat limited. Without jets I can’t get back up the gully, and Rookie Greens or not, a Phract and a Highlander will wreck my face if I stand there and dicker with them. I could leave three injured ‘Mechs behind me…or I could go for broke and leave two dinged Rookie Greens and a dead Timber Wolf. The choice is no choice at all; I bull past the Highlander and Cataphract and chase down that Timber Wolf, putting that same bend he disappeared behind to work covering
my butt. While the Rookie Greens are getting in each other’s way trying to turn around and get to me, I finish off the enemy Timber Wolf. By this point I have amber CT and red armor in most other places, but I still have armor over my entire ‘Mech and my team STILL hasn’t quite gotten the message, though a few blue Doritos are starting to nose around. We’re still a few twists of the gully away from base, and I’m still the only blue-teamer between our enemy and a humiliating cap loss.
NO PROBLEM. WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?!
I turn my Timber Butt right back around and charge around the gully, looking for that Cataphract. In the tight quarters of the gully the two Rookie Greens are getting in each other’s way as much as they are helping each other, and I maneuver to maximize that, using the Wolf’s speed to run around the NubLander and foul his aim while I work on the NubbaPhract. They’ve taken some beatings from the base’s LRM fire, and by this time the rest of my team is FINALLY starting to pay attention as I’m starting to get a few spotting assists. Nevertheless, there’s nobody else in knife range with me at the moment, so it’s up to me. I put one of them between me and the other as often as I can, try and force them to
think instead of
fight, and with a few well-placed Gauss shots and enough godawful laser fusillades that I’ve got a nice little steam bath going in my cockpit, I manage to core out the NubbaPhract as well.
By this time I’m more dinged than not; my right shoulder and leg are both orange and I’ve got either orange or red armor everywhere else, including the dome. I’m at 46% integrity and there’s still a Highlander to deal with, but s’far as I’m concerned, that’s all right. I’ve personally dropped a Timber Wolf and a Cataphract both and swung the Assault kill counter from 0-1 enemy favor to 3-1 our favor as my team picks someone off in the sniper fight before they get their scheiss together and notice that two of their number have been fighting for victory on our own doorstep. I resign myself to impending fiery demise and turn around to face down that Highlander, determined to see if I can’t make it three for three, JUST BECAUSE I’M THAT AWESOME.
Except no need. I turn around, rake a few more lasers across the guy while waiting on his paperdoll – I’ve taken a few potshots at him throughout the rest of the fight as well, when I didn’t have good shots at either the Timber Wolf or the NubbaPhract – and then I see a batch of LRMs plow into him and knock him over. My team has arrived to help! I’m beat to crap but still somehow functional and dangerous, with 100% of my armament and mobility remaining, and now the kill counter is up to something like 5-2, the beginning of a landslide victory that we carry on to a final crushing win.
I don’t get much more work done by that point as I’m badly out of position for the rest of the fight, but I still end the match with 488 damage, two kills, and a handful of assists. As well as the knowledge that I avenged my light pilot in as crushingly thorough a manner as anyone could have wished, ensured that his final forlorn UAV did not go to waste, and also the knowledge that I went toe-to-toe with more than three times my own weight of metal and not only survived, BUT KICKED THAT WEIGHT ADVANTAGE RIGHT IN THE HIP ACTUATORS.
Were the enemy pilots kind of butt, in bad fits? Of course, but that’s not even really the
point. The point is that even a great pilot can’t make up for that kind of weight advantage if he vacillates or lets it paralyze him. Even if a good pilot had recognized the weight disadvantage and simply disengaged rather than push the fight, we would have been dealing with over two hundred tons on our flanks, threatening our base and shooting our butt armor.
But they didn’t get to do that, because of one guy who decided that an intelligent fit of berserker battle-rage was the proper response. They didn’t get to pick off turrets and gluteal armor and split my team’s focus, they got to deal with an angry goddamned tiger tearing out their livers in close proximity, and even if they beat that tiger half to death, they got beaten all the way to death themselves and we won the game handily because my team got to power-play the enemy team while I was off making my armor do its job in the rear lines.
This game came immediately after I pegged over 700 damage with three kills and six assists in another Canyon Network game with the same 'Mech, and yet I’m far more proud of my meager 488 w/2 kills. Because those kills were
mine, beginning to end, and because I know for a fact that my decision to turn around and stop that thrust at our base, even if I had to do it alone, made a significant difference in the team’s eventual victory.
THAT is why Timidity Is Not A Tactic. THAT is the sort of focused, well-directed aggression that wins games. Do you charge across an open field into the teeth of multiple Lurmboats’ distance fire? Of course not, that would be stupid. But if nobody ever risked the odds and took a calculated gamble…well, then I wouldn’t have such a great story to tell, would I?
Timidity. It’s a failing, not a tactic.
Edited by 1453 R, 16 September 2014 - 10:08 AM.