<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br/><strong>In her 'Mech, in the desert, in a fight</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Draconis Combine<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><br/>The battle, such as it was, had ended quickly and brutally. The burning husks of Combine vehicles lay scattered across the desert sand, while a handful of survivors were beating a hasty retreat away from the airfield. Kari could see that there were still active defenses around the objective, but at the same time, they were unlikely to put up much of a fight. Her people could out-range them, and pummel them at their own leisure.<br/><br/>“Seraph, Charybdis, hit those turrets,” She commanded. “The rest of you, keep your eyes on the snakes, just in case they try something stupid.” Kari wasn’t expecting the surviving DCMS militia forces to mount another attack, given that their first had ended so spectacularly badly. On the other hand, Dracs were just plain weird, and were known to do irrational things for the sake of their honour or the like. Either way, she wasn’t going to take any chances. “And someone get an eye on the Crushers”<br/><br/>It had been an utter disaster for their opponents. The maimed<em>Banshee</em>and a couple of others were still standing, but that was it. She could see survivors in amongst the wreckage, and maybe some of their ‘Mechs would be made functional again, but inside, she knew that it was all over for the Crushers.<em>Poor bastards can’t come back from something like this. They’ll bankrupt themselves trying to get back to where they were and their rep will take a hit.</em>In some ways, she hated facing other mercenaries the most, knowing just how much they had to lose.<br/><br/>“As soon as the turrets are down, we’ll call in the transports,” She spoke again. “Time to clean up and get on out”<br/>