<br/>Robert watched with awe as the Atlas began going top speed toward the enemy. Thoughts raced through his head to and images of how that thing must look like as it leaned forward and began running at you with a cold skull head dome. Just thinking about sent chills down his spine. What finially woke him was a message from that monsters pilot named Alroy. Robert turned up the comms volume to hear what he was saying.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=190867.msg9313898#msg9313898">Quote from: TheGlyphstone on 11-12-2013, 03:05:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Recon's job to find the reds, our job to kill them. Heavy lance, match my flank speed, maintain formation and take out those missile boats and their escorts."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Robert replied, "This is Seawolf I will keep my distance due to I have longer range guns than they do. Oh Vice I am staying connected to recon com channel to keep an eye on them." Due to the weather wasn't very good to see at long range, Robert relied on his sensors to aim. The large targets were marked as the team while the smaller wasnt. Trusting instincts, Robert aimed for the targets keeping their distance from recon. When he saw one start turning to fire off a salvo, He let loose both PPCs again. This time they both impacted on the center of the vehicle. With a redish glow from the impact followed by a boom, a smile rose from Roberts lips knowing he had more range than they do. The marauder only stopped to shot a salvo of ER PPCs every so often. The next two volleys missed but the last got so close to the Harassar that the virtual paint is peeled off by the heat. Robert noticed that the weather was helping his heat but didnt stop it from climbing by link firing both PPCs in rapid succession. After the forth volley, he didnt shot anymore let alone stop until his heat build up was gone.