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Target 7
14, 11, 13
The lull in excessive violence signalled it was your turn to strike. They giggled like damn school children, whispering about how brutally you had killed the fool. The maddened voice wanted you to do it again Goading you further. The corpse of the emperor class loomed threateningly while headless. Whatever remained of <span class="mu-r">The Wretch</span> was finished, the brute still had his turn. The scouting drone chirped location data at you, the Elysian was still a while away. The madness inside you didn't cease, it didn't falter. Even killing <span class="mu-r">The Wretch</span> hadn't done anything to halt the descent. Only death would release you. The embrace only <span class="mu-r">She</span> could give you. You'd save your ammo, the anti-Phobos minds would deal with the light units surrounding you. One of the destroyers lagged, slowing to a crawl as it climbed a snow bank. The service drones feed a mine into your hand, targeting computers feeding you arcs. You ignore them, leaning back you sink into the depth of the layers below. Feeling the machine in earnest. The cold touch of the storm around you, pelting your naked body, the sensation made your corpse feel alive. Whipping the hand to the side, you sent the mine spinning towards the destroyer.
¼ of 20
15 Exterior Damage.
5 Interior Damage.
"Come on!" The crew hissed, rocking back and forth in their seats. Half out of anxiety and the other half out of hope it'll rock them free. "I'm Tr-" The HS.32s tactical mine striking the hull of the destroyer cut the Driver off. It detonated instantly sending shrapnel bouncing around the interior of the Destroyer. The pressure alone painted the rear crew team with sharp bone shards and what else remained of the liquefied driver. What survived cried out in horror, deafened and mangled within the tin can. Only the technician and loader barely survive, suffering through blown out ear drums and internal bleeding. The Gunner and his assistant had absorbed most of the Driver, so the shrapnel wounds were little more than scratches and splinters. Kicking open the rear hatch the duo limp out into the snow, content to leave the conflict zone.
<span class="mu-s">Vehicle Name:</span> <span class="mu-i">Yapping Fox</span>
<span class="mu-s">Exterior A.Plating:</span> <span class="mu-i">20/20</span> <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">-15 Vehicle Disabled!</span></span>
<span class="mu-s">Interior Crew:</span> <span class="mu-i">10/10</span> <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">-5 Crew Crippled!</span></span>
18, 15, 16
The Destroyer ceases to move as the mine erupts on top of it. Smoke and outturned metal spoke of the clear aftermath, you weren't done yet. Pivoting on your metal heels, the cold wind increased your pace. Picking another mine you aim at one of the LV vehicles, the thing was stationary. Clearly not realizing the threat you provided. Leaning back you felt a foot come off the ground, your momentum sending the mine soaring through the woods. Right towards the vehicle.
