<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>They were doomed.  It was a cold realization that brought out a snarl and grit teeth, but Brooklyn couldn't see any other way out as they were being outmaneuvered and flanked.  The gamble had been a bad one, and now they were pinned down completely.  There was nothing left but to go out with a bang.  Turning his Jaegermech around, he aimed at the mechs that had come roaring out, the Awesome and the Warhammer, firing his gauss rifle as the enemy vehicles rained hellfire down on him, the shuddering of autocannons and missiles impacting throwing his aim off as each shot missed by the narrowest margins.  Readings screamed angry messages, all warning about his armour being worn down from the fire.  Pushing the tortured virtual machine as best as he could, he charged forward, knowing that there was no way that if the others fell he would make it out alive.<br/><br/>And then he saw the clanners appear, the hammer to the terrible anvil that was already beating them down.  Coolly, he continued his march forward, eyes widening slightly at the barrage of missiles that came flying forward before a sudden snap decision had him move to intercept.  His ASM fired round after round, but it wasn't enough as missiles began impacting, blowing off more armour.  And there were still more as the ASM ran out of ammo, and his vision blackened as his virtual mech was destroyed.<br/><br/>Sitting back in his seat, Brooklyn stayed in the simulation pod in silence.  Now that it was all over, there was only frustration left.  The entirety of his contributions were two Harrassers killed and dying badly.  In terms of demonstrating his skills, that had been an incredibly poor showing.  Were there excuses?  Yes, plenty.  Was he satisfied with any of them?  No, not really.  Running the simulation through his head again, he tried to determine if there had been anything he would have done differently.  Yes, he could have acted differently.  None would have made a difference in the end, but he could have done more.  Brooklyn didn't relish the debriefing.<br/><br/>Bringing his hands up behind his head, Brooklyn closed his eyes and took a nap, waiting until it was all over.