"Hermes Lance - form up on me, and advise ready status."
"Roger. This is Venom reporting operation ready."
I steered my nimble Chimera battlemech into the standard Crayven formation, line formation, an
Stryker's manuever had worked out flawlessly. We managed to get the lay of the land and locate critical Crayven assests, then once the shooting had started we could waylay our enemies from behind. The lance we were attacking was intended as fire support, much likes ourselves, and failed to notice us until we were laying into them with full alpha strikes. The Archer I was harassing tried it's hardest to throw me off, we
Damocles was taking some downtime for repairs, leaving us to play clean up with the Panther. It was hardly a chore with it's main weapon system stripped from it and within moments we were setting course for nav Beta.
Suddenly Stryker struck up the comms for the entire unit and stated, "Our next target is a Seeker dropship assisted by her vehical
The air was thick with munitions as the pirate lauchers began thier fussilade. I charged ahead of the assault mechs and pulled to the extreme left of the artillery line. I felt almost guilty flanking the missile batteries, being one of the few mechs with LAMS I am best equiped for defeating this type of threat. I knew that acting as a decoy was tactically unsound, my LAMS could too easily overheat, fail, or miss thus leaving me open
With pin-point accuracy my lancemates and I quickly disarmed the hostile dropship. It had dealt some serious damage to Colonel Reese and forcibly removed an arm off the other Chimera, but otherwise left our forces unhindered. With a majority of it's armaments blown off and it's armor being ripped off by intense ground fire this bird would be ours in moments.
Sensing the battle had turned to be utterly unrecoverabl
The trap Redeemer had called for didn't take. Even with the Major throwing caution to the wind with his charge (a surprising move, from what I knew of Stryker), the hovercraft were to mobile and passed through him like water through a sieve. The heavy hitters in Ares tried in vain to catch the Regulators before they could escape to longer range. Martinez, thier ace in the hole for situations like these, was behind me and b
