<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.madamenoire.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/adrien_brody_restaurant_001.jpg)</div><strong>Moshe Dayan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10191162#msg10191162)</strong><br/><strong>On the battlefield in S'hot.</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Draconis Combine<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><br/>He had barely gotten a breather before he was being chewed up and spit out. He cringed a little, taking Damian's words very seriously. After all, he was right. He shouldn't have gotten lost. He should have payed attention to the terrain.<em>He did</em>, but a tad bit too late and it could have ended up real bad for the whole company. He didn't respond, taking the chastisement in silence before Angeline broke it. He grinned a little, it was hard not when imagining the girl from all the lockers in the engineering bay talking to you, even if it was just a status report. "<strong>Affirmative on that Miss Helling, uhm, I mean Seraph, I'll try to regroup with...</strong>"<br/><br/>He was cut off with a buzz as his comms came to life again and didn't wait to kick off as his new orders came from Allia. The hound bounded off, TSM's already warmed up and grinding to take S'hot up to full speed. It was almost peaceful now that the fighting seemed to have died down a bit. The dust trail behind him must have been confusing to be seen from afar, especially with the large hunchbacked quad at the head of it. For a moment he peered over to the village that he had gone through earlier. Black smoke told him the fires had probably spread, causing untold C-Bills of damage that would probably have to come out of the local's own pockets. Never mind the civilian casualties that might have been reaped. Better not dwell on it.<br/><br/>"<strong>Break flank, affirmative, Geistwulf!</strong>" He just about slammed the throttle forward and broke off from the formation. The rather low profile of the Sarath served well as he skipped forward between ridges and cliffs, gun camera from the turrets giving him a good overview. It didn't take him long until he was in position. Partisans, followed by supporting infantry. He could already feel his blood boiling again, the talons of S'hot clawing at the ground.<br/><br/>Before he knew it he had already kicked off, one Partisan already set ablaze with a plasma shot. Another one lost its turret and white hot metal and plasma sprayed over the nearby infantry, those spared soon engulfed in flames. One, two more Partisans ripped to shreds under the talons, another one exploding as the ammo was cooked. Everything was an impenetrable inferno. Luckily he wasn't as frivolous with the channels as the rest. The cackling might have hurt any future relations with anyone in the group.