Ah, I love it when it comes together...
The room around him disintegrated in a conflagration of armour-piercing shells and tracer rounds as one of the Warhound
's primary weapon systems let fly, tearing ruthlessly in to the very heart building. His suit lurched bodily with every impact, alloy squealing against ricochets, groaning under impacts. One stream of fire cut towards him through the melee of chaotic debris; he side stepped away from it, but it followed quickly, wrenching him around as it contacted near the intake by his suit's right shoulder. Armour tore and scattered like confetti in the wind. Despite the jarring impact, El'tyen managed to perform a controlled roll with the blow, neatly ducking him under the line of fire, where he made to make his exit.
++Warning - Starboard intake hit; starboard thrust capacity at seventeen point three percent and falling; detecting break in power feed;++
Shouting to be heard above the storm of shellfire, El'tyen roared. "Vesa, shunt tertiary power to retros, now
++Acknowledged; diverting power from reserve to ...+++
"Absolutely!" Deaf to whatever the vesa babbled on about beyond that point, El'tyen virtually threw his xor'vesa back through the wall he'd entered through and out into the street.
Seated snugly in the gunner position of her Hammerhead Gunship, Ui'neirra leant forward, flipping a row of toggles on the frame in front of her, sending power coursing to the weapon systems at her command; the tracking sphere by her left arm controlled the targeting data for the smart missile racks underneath the prow of the tank, while her right arm cradled the bulky stock and joystick of the main rail gun against her shoulder. Nestling the main weapon into a comfortable position, she flipped on the heads-up overlay; a digital reproduction of the view all around the tank flickered to life - three-hundred and sixty degrees compacted into an arc of slightly less than half. Targeting reticules floated gently in response to her movements, working her shoulders comfortable. Panning the main gun to her right, she zoomed in on the building that the enemy titan was pouring fire into; as it happened, she'd arrived just in time to see a burst of flaming debris burst forth from the office block; red-lining his jet pack, her commander erupted from the burning structure, hopped once off of the street paving, then careened into a relatively intact window frame of the building next door, shattering glass and brick in his haste to exit his previous location.
Keep your head down, Old B'saal
A circular screen below the main display showed the main fight to the northwest as a series of white splotches on a midnight blue background; MagRes echoes of units moving and weapons firing; the largest contact to the north showing the presence of the Warhound
, it's reactor pumping out power beyond anything else on the battlefield. She could also make out the two Piranha light skimmers of Viper La'rua beginning an attack run on the behemoth. Good hunting, shas
Her attention shifted to the west, where two fast moving contacts blurred in a southerly direction. She smiled, an expression that actually seemed joyful, rather than the grimmer expressions of most shas in a similar situation. Her left hand rolled gently over the missile controller, marking her prospective targets on the screen before her.
"La'daell, keep swinging us out wide - we have company; let's meet them". The shas in the cockpit poured a touch more power to the engines as a response. The armoured frame of the Hammerhead rattled slightly in response.
"Range in point-one-six, Shas'ui. Let's up the scorecard".
"Just get us a little closer...".
Ui'var scowled as the missile barrage nailed one of his Kor'vesa dead centre, splitting it open like an over-ripe fruit. He'd had enough of taking the pain; it was time to give some back. He leapt his xor'vesa towards the cover of the large food stores, plotting a route that would allow him to bring some pain back on the infantry that bustled their way through the structures to the north. "Ui'arran, with me".
The two suits flitted sideways, landing firmly enough to unload their full firepower at the squad of space marines taking up position in front of the Warhound
. Both Rail weapons sang repeatedly, bracketed by a hail of pulse fire from the la'rua's burst cannon that kicked up tell-tale impacts and damage all across the front of the building opposite. The solid slugs of the M3R tore through a wall and cored the marine sheltering behind it, his dying spasm sending his bolt gun flying haphazardly backwards. Cutting in his jetpack to try and make use of the momentum they'd gained, Ui'var had enough time to make a small correction in his fire pattern, walking the stream of fire from his arm mounted rotary barrel gun into an unfortunate marine who was shifting position - the shots caught him high on the chest, one punching straight through the gue'la's neck and separating the head from the body. The now-headless marine toppled over onto it's knees, then backwards, out of sight.
Both suits landed and huddled up to the cylindrical building beside them, the remaining Kor'vesa zipping in front of Ui'var to shield him from any return fire.
As he touched down briefly in the alleyway, El'tyen sighted on his erstwhile tormentor. The titan loomed large in his HUD; he lined up his own M3R and squeezed. My turn.
. Both shots struck high, near the head of the machine; an azure spark and flare marked the demise of one of the war machine's precious void shields. A second bracket of fire from his right managed to acquire a similar reaction; the shields fell.
Pushing off the ground, El'tyen thundered his suit through another wall.
"Watch it, Two! You're leaving yourself vulnerable! Wave off!"
La'colis wished he had a hand free to gesticulate at his wingman. The hot-headed young shas raced around the corner, just in time to see the shields on the titan fall. It was like dropping fruit in front of a starving Fio; Viper Two raced in, the two Kor'vesa peeling away to find their own targets as La'roh unleashed his fusion blaster.
Even though the machine was moving to backtrack along the street, the young shas landed his shot well - the line of fusion fire seared across the multi-barrelled Vulcan cannon on the Warhound
's left arm, only to settle on melting fiercely into the main structure, where the massively thick carapace met the shoulder. Smoke washed away from the gouge, accompanied by a billowing of flames from one of the bulky vents to the rear.
"Hwah!", shouted the elated La'roh. "Now that's what I'm talking about!"
As the two Landspeeders rocketed towards the tau flank, a spider's web of smoke contrails wrapped themselves around the stocky storage silo, reaching for the two machines. The two craft banked sharply, but the smoke trails converged on them like an angry shoal of flesh-eating fish; the lead speeder was swamped by impacts, thumping dead centre into the vehicle so that only scant shards of burning scrap fell to earth. The second barrel-rolled through the swarm of assailants, taking a heavy hit to the nose, wrecking the cannon that sat there, while the others missiles screamed past, detonating harmlessly behind it.
"Shot, Lancer One".
"What happened to yours, Shas'vre?"
"Keep wondering, Shas'ui".
Should be a good sized portion by Thursday Night - see you then!