<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br/>Dalton System<br/>Duchy of Oriente<br/>5 February 3145<br/>Tagging: </strong>Armina Sloane Farkas, Allia Rowe<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian's ECM suite was working overtime to try and disrupt the guidance systems of the potent explosives being hurled towards the unit en mass, but he could only cover so much ground with it before he was forced to exclude allies in the cut-off. A quick assessment to figure out where the other two of his Lance were, allowed him to reposition so he could cover anyone not falling under their bubbles. So far, they had been able to avoid being ripped apart, but they were sitting ducks out there. He left the orders to Allia, but they needed to press on. Knowing those would be her following orders, or at least assuming as much, Damian began to make his way to some of the hills leading up to the volcano, hoping to get cover, but also a better vantage point. Once in position, he would begin unleashing a barrage of missiles. The range involved was going to be to the detriment of his aim, but with his FCS suite powered up, he hoped he would be able to keep them on target. He focused his aim primarily on any vehicle or 'Mech that seemed to be working as spotters for the artillery itself.<br/><br/>It was obvious these pirates were packing far more heat than they were warned of, but they had also only received this ordnance recently, or had been clever enough to hold back, as none of the reports of their raids had spoken of anything beyond a ragtag presence. They were supposed to be an annoyance, not packing Arrow missiles capable of shredding a 'Mech apart. Damian remained silent, however, as his lancemates had been spread out by Allia's orders and he remained relatively unattached to any specific part of the battlefield. He presumed his actions were left up to his own judgment, and that was telling him to take the fight to the enemy; albeit cautiously.</div>