The simpod bucked and shuddered slightly to imitate the uniquely rolling gait of Erich's chosen Assault 'mech, his 80-ton machine not the tallest, or the Widest, but likely one of the meanest in the relatively narrow category of 'Walking Defensive Emplacement'. His Eighty-ton 'mech was never going to outpace anything that wasn't an Urbanmech, but the veteran pilot's sharp eyesight and steady hand ensured that he could pick shots with relative aplomb.<br/><br/>His plan, so to speak, relied in part on the sensor feeds from the allied vehicles that were retreating towards the city, allowing him to keep an eye on the movements of the two lances, even as he could keep his massive 'mech behind cover; currently, his Awesome was sheltering behind a 'virtual' Snowdrift nearly as tall as the 12-metre 'mech, having edged into a flanking location that would allow him to simply bull through the mass of snow to surprise any pursuers of the vehicular contingent. He had ordered the Three clanners under his command to detach and secure the HPG facility as well, assuming that whomever was in overall command of the 'attacking' force would go for the secondary objective first, due to the hope that it would be less-defended than the city itself.<br/><br/>Toggling his Comms to a tight-beam towards Lei's own mech, Erich couldn't help but allow some mirth to creep into his voice. "So, they either charge into the city, or charge over the hill for the HPG. If the latter, we walk through the drift and backshoot whomever's closest, the set the animals loose. If the former, well, we'll still walk through the drift, but we will be getting frontal shots instead."<br/><br/>Flipping his comms to the General Lines open to everyone in the Sim, he let a Low, Deep chuckle rumble through his chest, the laugh sounding exceptionally sinister, even for a Steiner-born warrior. Flipping the comms back to the Opfor-only line, he simply waited, wondering how the rookies would react to him using the sim's own communications to try to unnerve them.