<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/>Of course he had lost the others in the village. They were a bit faster than him and he didn't really wanted to fire up the TSM before it was time. The comms were firing up all over the place and his status report got lost in the chainfire spreading through the tightbeam. Something exploded to the left of him, a shack being thrown up high into the air, carried upon a plume of fire and smoke. To hell with it then. If something was shooting at him he didn't want to get caught with a blown actuator. The turret on the back of his hound-like 'Mech swiveled around and spread out an arc of flames behind him with a complete disregard for whatever poor population might not have had time to evacuate yet. Survival of the fittest and a whole street full of houses were paying the price for his cover. As he released the trigger the roar of the flamers died down and he tore his feverish eyes from the gun-cam and watched the temperature rise. God did he love it when the cockpit became a heatsink of its own.<br/><br/>He curved around as he exited the village, looking up on the tactical map to see where his lance-mates had gone to. He banged his palm on the screen and cursed. Seemed like a circuit had fried because it wasn't coming in clear. Fiddlesticks, not now, he couldn't afford to frag up on this mission, not when he had finally gotten a chance to show that he had some brass. He threw back the throttle a bit and S'hot settled into a slower gait as the diamond shaped head swiveled back and forth. He tried to remember the map and compare it to the area around him. There was that cliff face that he had focused on during the brief for some reason. Which meant Harper and Helling couldn't be that far off. Speak of the devil, there were the plumes following an eighty-some missiles in an arc across the sky. He might as well regroup with them, try to get a tightbeam to command and get back on track...<br/><br/>"<strong>Shoots...</strong>" He watched as a few enemy 'Mechs came bounding towards the artillery's position and kicked the throttle to max as he turned the hound on a penny with a sidestepping turn. It was the reason he liked quads so much. Speed and agility with added stability. The hind legs kicked hard as he leaped over a small ravine and he flicked the switch for his TSM and fired an arch with his flamers to raise the temperature to kick them into gear. His targeters found a Blade wanting and he felt his vision tunnel in, a dangerous grin spreading on his face. He was in range for his lasers, but held back. A finger cramped down on the trigger for the plasma rifle, sending a blinding bolt of super-heated plastic compound towards the light 'mech, impacting hard on the hip actuator and exploding in a hail of molten metal. The Blade only managed to turn and fire a shot before its vision was obscured by a wall of flames which started to quickly cook its heatsinks. The thunderous crash that followed and the crackling of flames was the only thing any observer could make out of the carnage, both the hound and the light having been engulfed with flames. Moshe was lost already, blood boiling, coloring his vision red as the talons tore into the plating and endo-steel, the triple strength myomers bulging around the S'hot's own frame as he dug deep and ripped and tore and maimed. He didn't stop until it was in complete shreds. The cockpit of the rival 'Mech was a gaping bloody mess as Moshe leaped off it, the flames having died down a bit around them. He'd need a moment to cool down now so he trotted off towards Damian and Angeline to check on them, more for his own sake than theirs.<br/><br/>"<strong>I got lost... tac-screen and comms are fried.</strong>" He panted into the tightbeam to the two, exhausted as the adrenaline evened out. "<strong>You got any clue where the rest of Recon is?</strong>"