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Your pilot tags several buildings for destruction on the way over and you follow through, smashing or blasting each in question. Some infantry even spill out of the front of a few of them, looking dazed while you rampage around.
“That should be loud enough.”
A pause, and you pick up the distinct tremors of footsteps. One mech, rushing to the defense of the destroyed array.
“Defender detected, pilot.”
“One more for the tally.”
Thea’s mind clicks with your own, letting you calculate your targeting a bit better in low-sync.
Taking that as an affirmative to engage, you take a short hop to raise yourself just above the surrounding buildings, drawing a direct firing solution on the lighter machine.
It responds too slowly to return fire, just in time to catch your armor-piercing round slightly off-centered, knocking it back and sending it swaying. You let yourself fall back down. To go too high would be revealing yourself on the very arrays you were here to destroy, after all.
Could you count that as a kill? Probably not. You plow through another set of buildings on a direct line towards the mech, finding it missing an arm, and flopping about trying to push itself upright on the remaining three limbs.
It does make it upright when you crash through the last building behind it, and donate another round into the weaker rear armor, blasting it to pieces.
<span class="mu-b">Ambush attack, no dice needed</span>
“Time for Target Charlie. Go, go, go!”
Third point. Right. Low and fast, more defenders begin to make themselves known, fighting back however they can.
A squad of infantry takes potshots at your movement with shoulder-mounted rockets, and gets a much more effective retaliatory strike from the Tyrant.
Two APCs posted up at a crossroads open up with their light autocannons, pinging ineffectual bullets off your plates. You leave them flipped and crushed.
Rounding a corner, a tank in a dug-in position coughs a shell towards you, sending it zipping between your legs. A little close. You crash into the building beside you, taking you out of its line of fire. Almost to Charlie.
You detect some familiar thermal plumes of Air Raiders. One, two, three. Aerial response force.
Lean back out, fire back, be rewarded with a soaring turret.
Advancing through the cloud sent up by the explosion brings you into your target destination….and also into the sights of another Tamar mech, who is keenly aware of your presence, and seeks to inform you of that by sending large caliber rounds downrange at you. Maybe a challenge?
