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Gerad


Gerad let out a triumphant hoot as the tank's defenses began to falter and his shots started to chew up the armour, that hoot became a holler as the lift engine began vomiting fire and the machine began to slew away. Burn ye skaggin' bastard, burn!

Unfortunately, the crew of the tank wasn't about to go down without a fight, and the pilot did their best to re-balance the lift, while the main gun was brought to bear against him. There was no time to do anything except run; but as he tried to, his feet shifted in the rubble and he staggered. Looking down the muzzle of the cannon he knew he was done. "Ancestors watch fer me, I'm comin' " He said softly, closing his eyes.

The next thing he knew, damage alerts from across the rear of his armour howled, his sheilds collapsed and he found himself face down in the dirt, closer to the Chimera. "Bloodydamn, how'd they miss?" It took him a few moments to regain his feet; Militia power armour had pretty good anti-shock systems, but even they had their limits. Once he was up again, he surveyed he damage and spied Sven and Silas by the tank and made a quick association. "I was all set to greet th' Ancestors there...thank y' both. Big heater like dat 've slagged m' proppe'."

He was alive, but his armour was in need of some work. The shields were coming back online, the corona from the tank cannon had overloaded them, but caused no emitter damage. His physical armour w=however was a little worse for the wear; between the power armour skirmish and the tank fight it was down to 60% overall, though some places were a tad more compromised than others. The self-repair nanites were already on the job, but that was going to take time.

He was still taking stock, when he heard Ducealia's call for assistance. "Oi Clankie, need a 'and?" While still giving her a deadpan look through his battered faceplate, he began to clap with his secondary arms, while lifting with his primary ones.
@Dealdric I just have to say, damn you for having Ducaelia jump on the tank. After her comment about Gerad's (ineffectual) shooting, he was going to make a smart ass reply about offering to throw her at it. :p
Gerad


Silas called for them to give the tank all they had, and Gerad was more than happy of oblige; or at least he was, right up until Ducaelia lept onto the the blasted thing, right through his PRP firing arc. Fortunately the IFF system stopped the shot before a 10tw bolt of plasma turned the machine woman into so much slag. ”Gorydamn cliff jump'n clankie nutter!” He swore. ”Gonna get her fool ass skragged an' no even leave any good salvage!”

With Ducaelia now down and out of his line of fire, he let rip. Using off hand targeting, he poked the PRP and his VLA, set to 'beam', around what was left of his cover without exposing too much of his compact frame. Plasma bolts ripped through the air one after another, trying to generate at least a local shield failure; his goal with the PRP was to try and take the Chimera's main cannon out. He wasn't sure why the crew hadn't gone to manual with it, but he was glad they didn't...even in top form there was no way even vaunted Militia power armour could take a hit from a large vehicle-grade cannon.

While the suit's simple AI handled the PRP, Gerad focused the VLA on one of the tanks lift engines. The shields were still up and screwing his beam ass to the Void, but the localized damage was starting to build; however if the shields collapsed, he'd cripple the machine in short order.
Okay, two weeks since @Majoras End said they were going to start, and no start or communication...I'm pulling out.


A few more faces entered the waiting area, more mercs looking for a (semi) legitimate payday. Unless pressed, Monika had little intention of introducing herself; odds were that at least some of the folks here would be dead before tomorrow.

”Monika, support.” She replied, accepting one of the RFID tags; shifting her rig about so she could get under all her stuff, she attached the tag to the tank top she wore under her milsurp cammo. ”If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not find myself owning you any money.” She added, giving her gear one last check.

A few moments later Monika found herself on an outbound helo, while the mission brief went on in her ear. Hold the line, smack anyone who tries to get in. Easy enough...in theory. She had an old American made 'Claymore' anti-personnel mine that'd be good to limit access, and depending on local scenery she might be able to make a barrier or two with her shape charges.
Gerad


Gerad let out a pungent sting of profanity in his native tongue as the erstwhile tank made it's presence known. Scrambling for cover, he joined Cyne in snapping off a few shots with his PRP; though despite it being a much heavier weapon than Cyne's it had almost as little effect.

He fired three plasma bolts in rapid succession, the first two actually managed to collapse the shields of the tank...but unfortunately the cycle time on the shield was fast enough that the first one was back up in time to intercept Gerad's third bolt.

”Bossman, any idea be better th'n lettin' tha' hefty boi slag us!” He called out. Peeking around his cover he snapped a shot with his upgraded VLA; the tank's shields couldn't wholly stop the beam of coherent light, but they twisted it all to ruin, meaning what got through did little more than cosmetic damage.
(Posted from my phone) I'll be delayed a bit as my laptop keyboard has stopped working properly; I'm trying to get it fixed ASAP
Wow...that was a bit bigger than I'd intended.
Gerad


All the sneaking about was a bit frustrating for Gerad, but he guessed that was the price one payed for working with such squishy compatriots. A Militia assault would have involved the unit forming into a box formation with their Barriers up, before advancing straight towards the strong point, engaging targets as necessary with VLAs and PRPs, and simply weather any incoming fire until they closed to point blank; as it was there was a decent chance that whomever was manning the defences might be able to bring Gerad down if he tried that on his own.

The news that the targets had powered armour suits and at least one piece of heavy armour, did get his attention. Depending on the suits, the right type, or enough of them, could potentially bring him down, and the type of crew served weapons generally found on all up armoured vehicles was nothing to dismiss; Militia power amour may be tough, but it had its limits.

As everyone moved in, Gerad shared Cyne’s concern about the missing tank; a treat like that was not something anyone wanted to be surprised by. That said, he, Silas and Sven found they had more pressing issues as three suits moved to engage them. ”Oi, Boss Man!” Gerad called out with a laugh. ”C’n ye make sure Sven be shootin’ a’ th’ right skags in stomper suits!” One of his first missions, Sven had clipped him with a burst of weapons fire, and while it’d done no harm, he was damned if he was going to let that clanker forget it.

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He growled in frustration as one of them came charging at him, dodging and weaving just fast enough to throw off his aim; he was sorely tempted to just fry the skag with his PRP, but he needed to save the shots for the tank, if it had a decent point defence system, to could be a very tough rokka to peel.

As the suit skittered in close, he spotted the snout of a plasma lance and tripped both his Barrier and shields just as it opened up on him. Tucking in tight while the superheated plasma glassed everything around him, thermal alerts squealed as the shields took the brunt of the abuse; that said, they were more meant for quick and sharp kinetic strikes so after a few moments they began to fail and the armour itself began to heat up. Fortunately however the plasma lance lacked endurance prompting the suit to pop VIRS smoke and withdraw, tossing a trio of missiles into the mix.

Unfortunately for Gerad, the smoke hid the missiles almost up until impact, more damage alerts nagging him as they slammed into his Barrier; it held but that wasn’t something he wanted to test again. Activating his PRP, he disconnected the projector itself and extended just the armature, bringing it in front of himself. He’d made a few custom changed to his systems over the years and this was one of them; his VLA was already in his right main hand, and with a few quick movements from his secondary hands, he’d removed the manual controls for the VLA and stored them in his armour before mounting the weapon on the armature. Booting up some associated software, his VLA was now a miniature point defence laser that could react far faster than he could.

Drawing his hammer, he heard the approach of the suit that was engaging him as the smoke began to dissipate. Another trio of missiles screamed out of the thinning smoke, only to be met with Gerad’s PDL, which intercepted them easily to the anger of the pilot. As the enemy suit charged in, Gerad remained stationary behind his Barrier, only rotating in place to keep his opponent to his front. As the last second the suit juked to one side for another plasma lance pass, and Gerad made his move.

Because Garundins had a reputation in fights for just meeting opponents head on and pushing through on sheer durability and stubbornness, many folks tended to forget they were a high grav species in some of the most advanced suits of power armour available; they eschewed things like jump jets and the like not because they couldn’t use them properly or that they were too heavy as a species to make them worthwhile…such things just weren’t part of the Garundin mindset. In reality a fully armoured Militia trooper could move incredibly fast when and if needed.

In a flash his Barrier came down and he lashed out with his hammer, throwing it at the legs of the attacking suit while simultaneously charging after it. The hammer hit with a resounding crash and served to stagger his target long enough for Gerad to close the distance. Hitting the enemy with a full bore tackle, he drove the enemy suit off balance even further, and despite his smaller stature, he dragged it to the ground.

While the enemy trooper tried to regain their balance, Gerad’s combi-cutters lashed out. Arcing around behind his opponent, he used the cutter to carve ruinous damage into the armour, rendering its thrusters non-functional, before doing the same thing to the on-board weapons. At full power a Militia cutter could cut through the armour of a tank in few minutes; in this instance the damage was catastrophic. While the cutter worked, Gerad was doing his best to maintain control of the fight as his larger opponent attempted to batter and crush him; returning the favour, he’d wrapped his main arms around the lower torso of the other suit and exerted as much force as he could.

The two armoured figures grappled with one another, while the cutter burned and hacked at the outer plating. It was a fight that had the potential to go on for a while, until suddenly it didn’t. In the cutters attacks it’d managed to damage a main power conduit, triggering a surge and causing automatic failsafes to cut power. All of a sudden Gerad’ opponent stopped moving; extracting himself from his opponents embrace, he grunted in satisfaction with what he’d doing. The armour was beyond all but the best Armour’s skills to repair and with the damage so severe, it would take that sort of skill just to get the pilot out.

Setting his systems to auto-repair, Gerad retrieved his hammer, swapped his ranged weapons back to their normal states, and left his opponent to whatever fate awaited him.
@Majoras End Is this thing still going?
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