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Zamokra41The canine didn't waste any second after the BGD pods landed, dashing to reach his own GEAR and fall in formation; he clambered up the ramp the stubby Dartwing had sprawled out for its pilot and crashed into the pilot's seat after he stored away the PDW. He forced his muscle memory to work faster so his vehicle would be up and fighting as quick as possible, but the power cells and combat OS could boot up only so fast. Once the cockpit sealed him from the outside world, Aidan suddenly felt he was safe once more, even if he was rocking a civilian outfit; he had to discard the cap and the pair of glasses so he could fit the helmet on his head, so he could properly aim through the targeting systems. He stretched his neck hard enough to groan and crackle and followed the trio with a certain lag, rolling down the asphalt with the help of the heel-mounted wheels as he loaded the small caliber auto-cannon with a spare magazine; he also checked the mounted machine gun and decided against "cooking" the rocket pod, suspecting that not all civilians managed to evacuate the city, not to mention he didn't quite feel like causing massive destruction and leave behind budget holes.
"Stumpy up and running, how copy?"
They did not make it far before they were engaged by mid-range artillery, forcing Aidan to break and slide into cover behind a building from a smaller intersecting street, but even there, some of the payload launched at them punched clear through the structures of the buildings, his GEAR alerting him of every brick and cement chunk pouring down Stumpy's hull. Shit got real really quick he told himself, not really knowing what could he do in the tight spot he ended in. Taking a peek around the corner, he could barely identify the frame of an Imperial GEAR, but Adrian quickly confirmed that they were chased by four enemy GEARs; throwing another glance, he could see a pair sliding in closer than the other pair that was no directly visible.
"Aye, half'n'half, two're covering, two're bull rushing." He muttered through the comms, trying to come up with something, since, the incoming pair were getting dangerously close to his position; the realization numbed him: I'm their first target. Why do I always end up like this, for fuck's-
He didn't have much time to think, he only had enough to react immediately, so, he looked behind him so he could grab the first thing that would be in front of his eyes and use it as a distraction of sorts. As such, Aidan grabbed the autocannon's pistol grip with his left hand and with the right one, he ripped a stubby street lamp; with the help of the momentum, a short distance charge and all of the strength he could muster into a downward and diagonal swing, he groaned loudly as he felt the right side of his body nearly torn by the excessive forces his GEAR had to output. He managed to wham the metallic pole against the closer GEAR with righteous might, his arm got bashed away from the Imperial's charging vehicle; even so, he at least properly confused the enemy, if not outright smash a camera or two. He didn't have the time to laugh at his crazy "maneuver", he had to seize the three second opportunity he created and retreat with haste, awkwardly firing the main weapon in the general direction of the two enemy GEARs. His wheels were screaming as they rolled against the pavement, the cockpit shaking from the mildly rough consistency of the road and the recoil of the cannon.
"Gun'em, gun'em, gun'em!" Aidan yelled through the comms in a half-battle-craze, blindly pulling his GEAR away, from where he could regroup with the rest of the crew; he threw a glance over to the right camera to check for a good alleyway he could use to escape, but a series of thundering blasts drew his attention back to the main screen. Terrified by the sight, Aidan had to warn the others.
"They're firing the artillery, th-" an eardrum-busting thunder shook the entire cockpit around him, the helmet rattled and pulled painfully at his neck, feeling something digging into the flesh under the coat of fur. The seat vibrated and transmitted the shock through his entire body, drawing his head and eyes towards the direction from where he felt the boom coming from. There was a cloud of dust, shrapnel, wooden bars, bricks, then, an entire building floor sliding down straight towards him at an unnatural speed.
Then, there was only darkness.
"Stumpy up and running, how copy?"
They did not make it far before they were engaged by mid-range artillery, forcing Aidan to break and slide into cover behind a building from a smaller intersecting street, but even there, some of the payload launched at them punched clear through the structures of the buildings, his GEAR alerting him of every brick and cement chunk pouring down Stumpy's hull. Shit got real really quick he told himself, not really knowing what could he do in the tight spot he ended in. Taking a peek around the corner, he could barely identify the frame of an Imperial GEAR, but Adrian quickly confirmed that they were chased by four enemy GEARs; throwing another glance, he could see a pair sliding in closer than the other pair that was no directly visible.
"Aye, half'n'half, two're covering, two're bull rushing." He muttered through the comms, trying to come up with something, since, the incoming pair were getting dangerously close to his position; the realization numbed him: I'm their first target. Why do I always end up like this, for fuck's-
He didn't have much time to think, he only had enough to react immediately, so, he looked behind him so he could grab the first thing that would be in front of his eyes and use it as a distraction of sorts. As such, Aidan grabbed the autocannon's pistol grip with his left hand and with the right one, he ripped a stubby street lamp; with the help of the momentum, a short distance charge and all of the strength he could muster into a downward and diagonal swing, he groaned loudly as he felt the right side of his body nearly torn by the excessive forces his GEAR had to output. He managed to wham the metallic pole against the closer GEAR with righteous might, his arm got bashed away from the Imperial's charging vehicle; even so, he at least properly confused the enemy, if not outright smash a camera or two. He didn't have the time to laugh at his crazy "maneuver", he had to seize the three second opportunity he created and retreat with haste, awkwardly firing the main weapon in the general direction of the two enemy GEARs. His wheels were screaming as they rolled against the pavement, the cockpit shaking from the mildly rough consistency of the road and the recoil of the cannon.
"Gun'em, gun'em, gun'em!" Aidan yelled through the comms in a half-battle-craze, blindly pulling his GEAR away, from where he could regroup with the rest of the crew; he threw a glance over to the right camera to check for a good alleyway he could use to escape, but a series of thundering blasts drew his attention back to the main screen. Terrified by the sight, Aidan had to warn the others.
"They're firing the artillery, th-" an eardrum-busting thunder shook the entire cockpit around him, the helmet rattled and pulled painfully at his neck, feeling something digging into the flesh under the coat of fur. The seat vibrated and transmitted the shock through his entire body, drawing his head and eyes towards the direction from where he felt the boom coming from. There was a cloud of dust, shrapnel, wooden bars, bricks, then, an entire building floor sliding down straight towards him at an unnatural speed.
Then, there was only darkness.
