Alroy just rolled his eyes at Erich's attempt at ominous laughter. It confirmed his suspicion that the OpFor wasn't exactly playing fair with the comm lines, but how far they'd gone he couldn't tell.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=190867.msg9329794#msg9329794">Quote from: Andi on 15-12-2013, 03:56:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Location: Artos<br/> For the defenders. "Ivan. Rec avoid bottleneck." He radio'd to the rest of his star... lance, as the Sphereborn called it.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Good thinking, Ivan Wolf. Heavy lance, swing west as we approach the HPG - try and avoid getting ourselves pincered between the armor and whatever's in the compound."<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Gnat, want me to do a close run for the HPG to check or?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Good thinking, Gnat. Let's not walk in any blinder than we have to."<br/><br/>His reinforced lance started to curve sideways, building some distance from the city - predictably, that was exactly when all hell broke loose. The unmistakable boxy sillhouette of an Awesome belched particle beams out of its snowbank camouflage on the lance's flank, with Lei's Warhammer at his shoulder. Robert's injured leg betrayed him and took a face-first dive into the packed snow, Ivan and Brooklyn lost armor by the ton as the devastating ambush took effect simultaneously with the appearance of three more hostiles from the HPG compound itself.<br/><br/>Zeroing in on Vanya's Thunderbolt, Alroy threw a Gauss slug into the Clanner's center mass, flushing his LRM-20 rack in its wake to seek out a possible breach in the Heavy mech's armor, but the wash of heat and light from Ivan and Brooklyn going down threw off his aim, and Robert's heat levels were so high he was likely to cook himself off.<br/><br/>"Seawolf, bail out. You're running hotter than a Mizar beach babe, and I can see daylight through the holes in your torso." He spun as he talked, trying to find an angle where his own vulnerable rear wasn't pointed at a hostile, and failing with the reappearance of the Condors and their surviving Harasser escorts.<br/><br/>On the officer's comm channel, "Ranna, might as well kill the sim. I think this lesson's taught all it can teach for now."