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Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Hows that for damage sustained?

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

As supporting fire flowed in, allowing Gerard a moment of respite, he cast the blackened, pockmarked husk of the Ferir aside, even as a sudden draft of force alerted him to his last target's fate. With a hiss of static, Alice's voice filtered through on a private channel, speaking his native tongue in a toneless, robot voice. In a rare lull of combat, Gerard stared towards his enemies as his finger depressed the communications button. Static filtered through into Alice's channel followed by a breath, but it closed after a few more seconds of silence broken only by static. He could not bring himself to say it to her. Lives...were not only spent in war. They were spent playing, learning...loving...that was what made them...human after all. Gritting his teeth, Delacroix thrust a lever forward, pelting the Marauder into action. No...he would never tell Alice his inner thoughts. She was imple in that everything was black and white to her, everything was clearly defined...just like a child in her innocence. He could not ruin that for her...

As he once more became a moving target, gunfire switched towards him, pelting him with slugs as his shield absorbed them. Being a medium model, he was not as maneouvrable as some of his teammates but he compensated for that with a shield and heavy armor plating. As fighters zoomed past him, peppering Ferirs with autocannon rounds and missiles, Delacroix closed in towards his target, the cruiser that was slowly moving into place. A particularly heavy round smashed through his shield and clattered off of his armour, leaving a blackened dent on his shoulderpad but the Frenchman ignored it as Sokolov moved to engage the offender. In a burst of smoke, a Ferir disappeared and Gerard could almost feel the uluations of victory from the pilots. He smiled. Let the pilots have their fun...but that disappeared a moment later as the Ferir appeared like a vengeful wraith, destroying two of the Naginatas, the last one pulling back. Holstering his axe on his back, Gerard pulled out his scattergun and pulled the shell chain tighter into the chamber as he closed. The wounded Ferir turned to try and take down the remaining fighter but instead received a much more painful payload. In a flash of light, searing white hot shards of iridium tore through his armour leaving scorched, melted holes in its blackened surface. A second later, his shock was increased tenfold as shards after shards peppered him, though after the first volley the pilot had already beed slain, sevel of the shard having seared straight through the cockpit. Searing hot iridium cooking off the remaining cores, the Ferir detonated into oily black smoke even as the Marauder burst through it. He would save lives where he could...but a UEE life was worth more than a Coalition's. "...Kill confirmed, Capitaine," he said sadly as he continued speeding through the wreckage, shoulder barging past the remains of the Ferir's upper half.

"Confirmed, moving to target," Gerard said in response to Gallant as he dived to avoid a macrocannon shell from the cruiser. "I will stay at range and provide artillery fire," Sokolov said to him through comms, the HUD showing him staying at extreme range of the cruiser, "Centurion is like flying fridge, not good at moving."
"Understood camarade," Delacroix replied, "Which means you will be my main support Alice." Even as they talked, Ferirs continued to move in to halt their forward progress. Rapidly pulling the trigger of his scattergun, Guillotine sent ineffective pellet rounds towards their attackers as they returned fire with their autocannons, stitching patterns of gunfire over his shield as he tried to shake their fire. A sudden voice brought his thought process screeching to a halt. "McKnight, whats your status!?! Can you right yourself?! Do you need help!?"
"What happened to Gallant!?" Gerard immediately cut in, his concentration broken by the thought of losing another longstanding member of the 7th. Almost immediately, he regretted it.

"TOVARISCH! EYES FORWARD!" Jolted back to reality by Solokov, he would have been thrown out of his seat if he weren't super securely strapped in, one of the belts ripping as Gerard's head snapped forwards. Despite the pain in his neck he looked up to see a Coalition Ferir's pilot staring at him through his armorcrys cockpit, his eyes wild as his own machine drew back an alloy combat knife. "Merde!" Gerard shouted audibly into comms as he acted on reaction, dropping his scattergun and pushing the arm aside, causing the blade to jam into the left armoured flank of the Marauder, the light armour plating giving way under the overclocked strength of the Ferir. With a silent screech of metal, Gerard saw sparks flying away as the pilot withrew the blade, bringing it in for another stab. Turning the chassis, Guillotine let the blade slide off of his right side as he removed his anti-capital charge and threw it vaguely towards his comrades. The two tumbled erratically through space as their thrusters pushed them in different directions. Both sides were afraid to shoot in case of hitting their own teammate but the two combattans were pitting servo against servo as they sought to outmuscle each other. In this case, the Ferir had the advantage since the Ravager was a mid-range poleaxe and it showed as the blade tried time and time again to sink into the cockpit, but every time Gerard foiled it through either superior piloting or deperate hand movements. His right hand tried to grasp hold of the Scattergun as it floated just out of reach, connected only by the thin belt of ammunition. Giving up only a second later as the knife blade deflected off of an armor plate, Gerard rolled with the Ferir, reaching back and grasping the ravager near the head. Drawing it off the maglock, he glared at the Coalition pilot as he made another stab. Quickly, Gerard interposed the Marauder's left arm between it and the cockpit and let the blade sink deep into the forearm, alarms and lights ringing even louder as damage accrued. With a twist, Gerard ripped the blade out of the Ferir's hand which made a desparate attempt to grab at the weapon again, leaving a large gash over the arm. Less than a split second later, he smashed the hooked end of the Ravager into the back of the Ferir and pulled, disabling its main thruster for a second and dragging it off in one fell swoop. Like a blooming flower, the hook emerged from within the machine and ripped a tangle of wires with it causing a flurry of sparks to emerge. in less than a second, the Marauder revered the head of the axe and smashed the blade downwards in an awkward but vicious arc, the plasma edge cutting straight through the Ferir like butter.

Righting himself as he retrieved his scattergun, Gerard was breathing heavily but remained on the move. "Guillotine. Kill confirmed. Some damage sustained," he keyed through the comms as he read through his own damage report. His left arm was less responsive than before and chassis turning speed was down but overall he was still within operational limit. Bursting upwards, he grasped the handle of the anti-capital charge and relocked it to his hip. There was no rest for the wicked. As the wave motion gun powered up, Gerard thrusted out of the way, joining Sokolov and Alice before Captain Marquis' message rang through his cockpit, Delacroix having disabled all the blaring lights and alarms. "Orders read and understood, Capitaine, moving to rendevous with Brick with Alice." True to his word, he began to move under the arc of the WMG behind Alice like a dog licking its light wounds.

"Looks like you get to carry this one too, Monsieur Shanks," Gerard said as he slapped the second anti-capital charge onto the Disposal's back, racking his Scattergun as he drifted into proximity.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Am I right to assume Gallant's order came before Alexis?

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

You americans and your silly imperial system. 20 years old and 1.77m. Metric bitchezzz.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

@PlatinumSkinkFor some reason that brought DnD to mind

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

...huh..go gerard should have a higher kill count than i thoight.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Id say you do but ill let viet decide that.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Alice such unfeel. Many cold. Wow. Also, THIS is why Gerard has such a low kill count XD

Lol, and Harby, Ferir Mk II's don't have swords, they have the equivalent of combat knives.

So they can't ahve different loadouts?

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Wow @TheHangedMan...thats really good. I don't know what to say apart from theres a lot of art flying around this thread.

Also:

Seems like the two of them will have an interesting dynamic.

@Skittles

Man Vs Horse



But in all seriousness you know the two will get in each others' hair, but will come through for each other when they need it most.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Gerard quietly muttered a prayer to himself, not to any particular deity or because he wished for absolution, but simply because he found himself more at ease once he did so. He was about to reap the lives of his fellow men in a bloody harvest, something he did not enjoy in the slightest. Mouthing the end of the ad lib personal sermon, the Frenchman took a deep breath as the Marauder stepped out onto the rails. “Guillotine, aller au feu,” he subvocalised as he leaned forward in response to the sudden shunting movement of the rails. Relaxing back into his seat, his eyes remained fixed forward as he slowly slid into the sealed launching chamber. With a heavy clank, iron doors sealed behind him, shutting off the hangar from space. In front of him, a set of armorcrys doors slid open causing immediate decompression. Taking a deep breath, he smiled. “On est pare comrades?” he asked quietly through the comms, “aux armes!” With that, the rails shot forwards causing Delacroix to sink back into his seat, feeling the extreme g-forces pressing their invisible fingers into his body. As blackness filled his vision he felt a slight jarring sensation as the rail clamps released him, sending him shooting out towards his two comrades, one of which was already engaging the enemy.

“Well done, Sous-lieutenant,” Gerard said into the comms cheerfully, though there was a hint of sadness in his voice if one was looking for it, “your first kill, but remember there are still…15 of them.” Cocking his shotgun as his thrusters threw him forwards, he sped past McKnight and Williams. “Guillotine making a beeline for the ships with Brick. Keep the others off our backs, si vous plait!” he keyed into the comms. Inside the cockpit, Gerard fiddled with the joysticks and pedals, dodging and ducking as various debris and munitions floated about. However, maneouvering a 50 foot tall machine was harder than most people thought, various ballistics and lasers crashing against his shield, although none large enough to cause any real damage. Keeping his left pauldron forward to protect the anti-capital charge attached to his hip, Gerard spotted a few of the Coalition MASs switch targets from the aerospace fighters to the two advancing UEE MASs. Slightly heavier fire started to rain down on them, putting some strain onto the Marauder’s shields. Lifting up the barrel of his scattergun, Delacroix fired off a few ineffective shots, the heated iridium rounds scattering too wide at this range to do any real damage, but it at least caused one of them to take more evasive action. As it did so, it swatted a passing aerospace fighter out of the air with its sword, shearing off a wing and sending it spiraling downwards. Speeding up, Gerard shot towards the falling fighter. Grabbing onto the dorsal wings of the fighter, he reversed his thrusters as he struggled to stop the fighter from its spiral. There was nothing to smash into, but a slow, suffocating death in space was worse than the swift one of a crash. With a small heave, he threw it back towards the Lincoln. “Sokolov!” he said into the comms, “make sure this one gets home!”
“Tovarisch, this not the time for this!” the Russian replied.
“Do it Sous-Lieutenant!”

Turning back towards the offending coalition Ferir, Gerard narrowed his eyes again. “Shanks,” he said as he opened a private channel, “I will engage le con, but we need to break through to the capital ships. Let us open up a path.” With that said, Delacroix fed more power to his thrusters and surged upwards as he loosened the belt of shotgun shells extending from the shotgun's drum. By now the few coalition MASs that had moved to engage them had closed, and started to spray the two of them with automatic fire, draining Delacroix's energy reserves. Gritting his teeth, Gerard fired off his grapple, the electromagnet slamming into the first MAS's chest. With a single tug and button, the chain started to wind up again, sending the two catapulting towards each other. While Gerard was prepared for this, the Ferir clearly was not, flailing its arms as it tried to keep a grip on its weapon. Extending his legs just before impact, the full weight of a speeding Medium class MAS smashed into the Ferir's top half, sending them spinning in zero gravity. "I pass zis one to you, Shanks," Gerard shouted into comms as he placed the barrel of his scattergun into his enemy's back. Detaching his electromanet, he pulled the trigger of the shotgun, simultaneously shutting off his thrusters. With a heavy bang and the hiss-twist of melted metal the damaged MAS flew towards Shanks even as the recoil sent Gerard rocketing away. Looking into the eyes of the Ferir's nearest companion, Gerard shouldertackled the MAS as he holdtered his scattergun, drawing his axe in one fluid motion.

With a mighty swing, Gerard attempted to bisect the MAS at the waist but the powered blade of a sword parried, forcing him to counterbalance the reckless swing with his thrusters. Without a pause, Gerard grabbed the shaft of his poleaxe with both arms and reversed the swing, bringing the blade back up, scraping across the body of his enemy and leaving a large searing tear before smashing it back downwards with a full force blow. As the enemy brought his blade up to block it, the refined metal of the axe combined with the raw force behind it snapped it in half before the head buried itself halfway down his opponent's MAS, stopping just before the cockpit with a jarring motion. Wrenching the axe blade out of its newfound holster, Gerard swung horizontally, bisecting the arms and legs, leaving the cockpit slightly scratched, but the rest of the machine inoperable. Hopefully the recovery beacon was still working. As fire intensified on his position, the Frenchman grabbed the lower half of the MAS and lifted it up, using it as a shield. "I require assistance!" he said calmly into the comms, feeling the bullet impacts on the armoured legs of the machine corpse.