@Swede: Archers are good support mechs, though it would be better if you could get your hands on a Mad Cat.<br/>@Anathanasia: Have you heard of Commancho's caballeros? One of hteir female pilots is a hot red head who pilots an atlas. Cassie Suthorn I think was her name.<br/><br/>Speaking of Atlas' and ...head room, I wrote this for another version of the game I thinking about running.<br/><br/>Fire and smoke bled from the rear torso of the Shadow Hawk as it stumbled sideways, before toppling over the side of the ledge. The roar of the crowd was almost audible over the noise of the Were Wolf's engine as the 'mechwarrior gunned the throttle up to full speed. It looked like 'Mad' Jack Ryan was about to make it four years in a row as champion of the Solaris Circuit.<br/><br/>The Were Wolf stood at the precipe and tilted forward to witness the carnage below. The Shadow Hawk lay face up, the right arm crushed beneath it. Smoke billowed from the shattered torso, and sparks danced in the grooves gouged in the thick armored plating.<br/><br/>Too late the Were Wolf pilot saw the emerald lances of energy from the trio of torso mounted pulse lasers. They struck the 'Mech simultaneously. Two of them cored into the torso, melting away precious armor. The third shot, penetrated the head of the cockpit, entering through the bottom of the snout-like protrusion. The Were Wolf 's arms swung out and it fell, backwards in slow motion, landing spread eagle on it's back.<br/><br/>Slowly the Shadow Hawk limped to it's feet and began the difficult task of climbing the slope with only one good leg, dragging the left one in an awkward shuffle. A loud buzzer rang out signaling the end of the match.<br/><br/>“Ladies and Gentlemen,” A female voice boomed form the intercom. “We have a new Champion! After three years the near unstoppable 'Mad' Jack Ryan has been defeated. Say hello to our new Solaris Champion.......”<br/><hr/><br/>Wearing only his birthday suit Troy sunk down into the crash couch of the Atlas' cockpit. The red headed beauty sharing the extremely tight confines of the mech's head shaped cockpit was also nude. As she squeezed by him in trying not to bump against the piloting console, her hands brushed between his legs, and she fought back a surprised yelp. Yes she had made a very good choice this evening indeed.  Twenty minutes later, a young techie on his hourly rounds noticed the one of the Atlas' rocking slightly in it's berth. Moving closer he heard screams of pleasure emitting from the access hatch. Looked like Sgt. Belarosa was at it again. He'd have to remember to jive him about it tomorrow.<br/><br/><br/><br/>