Freehold - The Great Cerg
Tunnels - Tunnels
Not for the first time in the past fifteen hours, Huthang wondered just how much it would cost him to bribe Chips into making sure the eldritch mutant never had to work with Joe again. Even if extortionate, it would probably be worth it. He let out an exasperated sigh as the beams of bright blue light firing downrange from his Sun Scorpion's macro lasers cut out as the macro cells cycled. Honestly, it was harder to miss the enemy with the way they were swarming right now and he wondered if the mech would run out of power before running out of targets to kill. In fact, Huthang couldn't help but feel some regret for the exact sequence of circumstances that had led to the current situation.
A twitch of a control stick caused his fairy to roll her eyes. "Sorry, Huthang, you still can't snipe Hobbes' worse-half out of his cockpit..." The elfin fairy denied the targeting lock that Huthang had tried to drop over the cockpit of the leaders' Crookback mech. Before the mutant could debate the merits of just accidentally firing blindly and calling it a 'weapon malfunction', his faithful companion seemingly read his mind. "Even by Shasta's more relaxed standards, deliberate acts of friendly fire are not permitted..." Evidently deciding she needed to resort to the big threats to completely counter her partner's justifiably homicidal desire, Titania held up the other fairy. "Plus, we wouldn't want to risk damaging this cutie's hardware, right?"
Huthang snorted, but the incoming warning distracted him from any further response. "Titania, take the lasers." Ignoring the unpleasant sound of his deep scratchy voice, the mutant switched his weapon groups to control the weapons on the end of the mech's arms. As the junker skittered towards him, Huthang twisted the controls so that he could pin the drone against the tunnel floor with the claw long enough to bring the trencher into play. After all, if the claw didn't just straight out sunder the drone, there was little in life that tended to remain a threat after you split it in two with a chainsaw.
Tunnels - Tunnels
Not for the first time in the past fifteen hours, Huthang wondered just how much it would cost him to bribe Chips into making sure the eldritch mutant never had to work with Joe again. Even if extortionate, it would probably be worth it. He let out an exasperated sigh as the beams of bright blue light firing downrange from his Sun Scorpion's macro lasers cut out as the macro cells cycled. Honestly, it was harder to miss the enemy with the way they were swarming right now and he wondered if the mech would run out of power before running out of targets to kill. In fact, Huthang couldn't help but feel some regret for the exact sequence of circumstances that had led to the current situation.
A twitch of a control stick caused his fairy to roll her eyes. "Sorry, Huthang, you still can't snipe Hobbes' worse-half out of his cockpit..." The elfin fairy denied the targeting lock that Huthang had tried to drop over the cockpit of the leaders' Crookback mech. Before the mutant could debate the merits of just accidentally firing blindly and calling it a 'weapon malfunction', his faithful companion seemingly read his mind. "Even by Shasta's more relaxed standards, deliberate acts of friendly fire are not permitted..." Evidently deciding she needed to resort to the big threats to completely counter her partner's justifiably homicidal desire, Titania held up the other fairy. "Plus, we wouldn't want to risk damaging this cutie's hardware, right?"
Huthang snorted, but the incoming warning distracted him from any further response. "Titania, take the lasers." Ignoring the unpleasant sound of his deep scratchy voice, the mutant switched his weapon groups to control the weapons on the end of the mech's arms. As the junker skittered towards him, Huthang twisted the controls so that he could pin the drone against the tunnel floor with the claw long enough to bring the trencher into play. After all, if the claw didn't just straight out sunder the drone, there was little in life that tended to remain a threat after you split it in two with a chainsaw.
