Erich's Awesome lumbered up the South road into the Airbase, spreading his 'mech's arms wide as if welcoming the two Laser turrets on each side of the roadway. The Awesome, a far better sniper than the close-assault King Crab on his left side, fired just as the two laser turrets did. Four helical bolts of glowing blue energy tore into the flanks of both turrets, Erich's aim, despite splitting his concentration on more than one target, had been honed by decades of combat and stable reflexes allowing his Assault 'mech to hit the turrets just as they fired, cutting the searing bolts of energy short before they could do much more than scar paint.<br/><br/>The turret on the right slumped towards the impact of the twin PPC bolts, its internals melting into slag that vomited forth from the glowing hole carved into the metal structure's armour, right next to the dead laser aperture. The second turret, hit a half-second after the first, had its rotor mechanism slagged entirely, the weight of the armour and large laser causing the actual turret mount to fall off of its platform, thudding to the ground laser-first. Both Laser turrets had found their mark, though their sudden destruction prevented any actual damage, leaving nothing more than slagged paint and warm metal on the King Crab's left leg, and the Awesome's right breast, just above the sparking and crackling aperture of the PPC that was charging for another volley.<br/><br/>Erich Toggled his 'Mech's comms as the immense wave of heat from volleyfiring all four PPCs caused the mech to move sluggishly, waves of heat ~pouring~ off of the Awesome as practically every snowflake within ten feet of the Assault 'mech at the time of it firing its weapons melted, leaving a large muddy puddle that it sluggishly trudged out of, the double-strength Heatsinks dumping almost all the heat the 'mech had produced, swiftly returning the war machine to full function, its internal targeting system defuzzing as the heat stopped interfering with the 'mech's sensors. "Kismet, Defiance. Left flank, support Recon if needed, otherwise start popping anything that looks like it can shoot at you. Vice, with me, right up the middle."<br/><br/>Erich's tone was dark when speaking, promising a good ass-ripping session for the hapless defenders of the airbase; even if he would never say it aloud, he knew that the company had caught the airbase's defenders with their pants around their ankles, and bent over a convenient barrel. He was happy to do as much damage as he could before the Enemy forces woke up enough to realize that they had roughly 650 tons of rampaging war machines in their front yard, demanding the Kuritan defenders come out and play. He soon toggled comms to the other lance commanders, reporting in as he watched a PPC flare on the far side of the base, knowing that only the Shadow Hawk on the far side had the familar cerulean flare as a weapon. "Assault here. Moving in on the base, passing outer Turret ring now. Shout if you need help."