Wes grunted as gravity ceased to exist, and the trash collected in his cockpit started to float. A can of beer had started floating back and forth, bouncing off his head on repeat. He ignored it as he attempted to get his bearings. The whole vastness of space was a lot to take in as his machine pivoted, retro thrusters firing madly as they attempted to get him relatively straight. Of course, the whole concept of down was pretty much thrown out the window, and he found himself flying flipped compared to his squad mates. [color=662d91]"Curse you gravity!"[/color] he said in annoyance as he watched the FNG take it upon herself to take out an enemy. 

[color=662d91]"A word of advice, kid. Keep that comm off if you're gonna ramble to yourself. Other than that, good job. Like Guillotine said, there's still more to kill."[/color]

He grunted yet again in agreement as Gerard charged, Disposal flying fast behind him. As Guillotine took it upon himself to save a pilot, Wes spoke out, agreeing with Sokolov. [color=662d91]"Leave the flyboys, they'll handl-"[/color] Sensors bleeped on his screen as suddenly a enemy MAS was launched towards him, the impact of Delacroix' shattergun throwing them in opposite directions. He had been focused on avoiding arms fire and was caught off guard. 

Still, not one to disappoint, Wes caught the enemy with his left hand, sent spinning slightly until the jets fixed his momentum. For a moment their 'faces' stared at each other before Wes jammed the GAW straight down the Ferir's throat. He felt the reverberations as the gun fired, 1500 RPM pretty much destroying the smaller mech at this extreme close range. Judging by the vast cloud of red and black oil that came out, the pilot was dead. Wes wondered if it counted as half a kill or not. 

Ignoring the call for assistance that was soon provided, Wes brought it upon himself to piss Maki off. In his vision, he noticed her being charged by another Ferir, who, despite taking the smarter move and getting closer to the Hellcat, had apparently forgotten that there were other enemies lurking about in this battlefield. 

Thrusters set themselves to maximum as he charged at the enemy, coming up on its flank. Disposal shook violently as they collided, spinning in space as he spoke up, [color=662d91]"This is Brick, two kills confirmed,"[/color] as Disposal's left hand activated, the pistons charging up before being sent down upon the Ferir. The pneumatic fist rapidly connected with the 'gut' of the Ferir, not stopping its assault until the cockpit was exposed. 

There would've been a ripping sound had they not been in space as Disposal violently tore it out. Wes had to hand it to them, the Coalition built their MAS tough. Not tough enough, however. The cockpit was crushed between Disposal's hand, instantly killing the fragile man hiding inside who had no doubt shit his pants. 

[color=662d91]"There's a shit ton of them, I'm gonna lay down suppressing fire, stay out of my damn vectors,"[/color] Wes said as his GAW revved up. He wasn't worried at all about conserving ammo, but he wouldn't just fire all of it in one sitting. Short bursts were the key as his targeting computer helped him aim. The point of his fire wasn't to kill, only to send them ducking and weaving as he fired mostly at random targets, his lead filling the vacuum.