<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>              Seth Lengheardt<br/> <strong>Mech:</strong>              ON-1M Orion<br/> <strong>Call Sign:</strong>       <em> Blackjack  </em>  <br/> <strong>Location:</strong>        Capellian space, City<br/> <strong>Lance/Team:</strong>  Rescue Team: Rommel, Double Nickle, MASH Truck with Doc inside<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Seth was a few seconds behind Megan to the redevouz, his rumbling Orion torso-twisting to give Seth visuals of terrain that didn't show up on his scanners. He gives her a comm-clip in acknowlegement of the scout code before she runs off to play cowboy. This was her modus operandi after all, and as long as she did her job Seth was content to let her go wherever she damnwell pleased.<br/><br/>"Yes sir!" He replies, his adrenaline suddenly kicking in with the possiblity of an engagement. "Their extraction will be so soft, it'll be like they came home to their mother's tender kindness." He snips before heading out. He then takes an indirect route to the next waypoint, encountering little to no resistance, but that didn't lighten the tension of knowing that any moment a hostile mech could possibly appear and ruin his day.<br/><br/>"Always have to be the goddamn brickwall! Perkins is going to blow a fuse!" He hears over the shared link, zeroing in on that location and heading to intercept.<br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Orion.jpg)</div><br/>He tracks the trajectory of the mech's escape, according to the info being fed to him from Megan, and then when the mechs actually came into his view he patches in a transmission for her.<br/><br/>Nic, we need to slow down their persuit if they're going to have a chance of coming out of this one clean. Can you tag a building with a NARC beacon and then let me know when they're past it? Our NARC-enabled missiles and these ferrocrete buildings should make some treacherous terrain for those rumbling deathmachines...<br/><br/>He realized he was on an extract/savior mission, but there was no way he in his "poor man's Atlas" (as people referred to the Orion) was going to take on 3 pristine 100-ton monsters. Pepper them from long range? Crack off LB-X rounds and hope for the little pellets to score critical system hits? Absolutely, but with the help of Megan's NARC, perhaps he could accomplish his objectives without putting himself in the position of taking a Gauss round to his cockpit.