Walter stepped into cover as the third turret swiveled towards him. At this range the lasers would have chewed right through his armor. He opted instead to hide behind the SAM next to him, which seemed to discourage the turret, which instead rotated towards the power station. Firing of a string of curses Walter leaped forward and tackled the turret just as it was about to take a devastating shot at the Sling. The beam instead passed by her head rather than through it and shortly thereafter she took the jump away. The turret was grinding and dragging the 90 ton mech along as it tried to focus on the small 'Mech once more. Did they feed these things something secret? His feet dragged through the 'crete, digging up a moat around the turret. He managed a quick look to the side to see where Miyoko had taken her Shadow Hawk when suddenly the turret changed direction and threw him off to the ground. Just as the barrels zeroed in on his chest there was a loud explosion and the energy within the ER Large Lasers fizzled out.<br/><br/>"Not yet, Bones. I still got some in me..."<br/><br/>He stood up and flicked on the channel for the whole company, letting out a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>"MacLeod here, power neutralized. Yellow, check the Mechbays with blue, we're on the hangars. Bastion, you are clear to land."<br/><br/>"<em>Within the hour, MacLeod, good work.</em>"<br/><br/>Switching back to the Lance channel he motioned for Miyoko and Maho to come with him as he started walking towards the three hangars along the runway.<br/><br/>"Snake, the one furthest to the left, Puma, go middle, I'll take this one..."<br/><br/>He approached the right hangar and stopped at the large sliding doors. There was an itch in his neck, but he ignored it, using his left hand to grip the edge of the bay doors and opening them to the side. His gauss scanned the room as light fell in. He didn't expect this. On the floor, huddled together, where about a thousand people. Most clad in jump suits and maintenance, some in flight suits. Along the front row where soldiers and among them five MechWarriors. But they were all seated infront of what looked like a tine 'Mech. It was just about a meter taller than a man, with large shoulders which seemed to hold some sort of missile pods. He reacted on the energy weapon attached to its right arm though and leveled his Gauss and Mediums on it as he flicked on the loudspeakers.<br/><br/>"Power down!" There was that itch again, just as he looked up at the terrified crowd. Seated in between the others was an elderly MechWarrior, the typical image of the wise old sage among the Kuritan Samurai. The old man nodded upwards. As if warning him. "Shit!"<br/><br/>There where two heavy thuds on his shoulders and as he turned his head to one side he just barely saw another of the small 'Mechs hanging onto his arm with a powerful claw before the small laser blinded him, the cockpit shield cracking underneath the pressure. He looked away, still blinded he tried to activate the Lance channel, but in his confusion he instead opened them all.<br/><br/>"FUCK! LANCE! On me, I'm goin" He stopped as the one on the ground fired another laser blast, shattering the shield and exposing him to the cool morning air. He managed a gasp before the channels filled up with an explosion followed by static. The Highlander tumbled backwards, black smoke pluming out of it's shattered face, the chest and head scorched by the twin SRMs exploding within. The crew hatch landed some distance away between Maho and Miyoko. The twin micro-'Mechs launched of the shoulders of the beaten MacLeod just before it hit the ground with a thunderous crash which echoed between the buildings and mountain.<br/><br/>"Welcome to hell!" a strangely accented voice sparked over the open channel as the Elementals started pouring our of the hangars and Mechbays.