HEAVY TYPE:
Manshoba'sGear Down
A rifle shot echoed through the damp jungle, followed closely by several others. The rifle shots were accompanied by horrible cries of pain over the comm. Autocannon fire and the sounds of explosions filled the air.
[Manshoba]
Herity watched in horror as Vaneda, Ranger Bailey's Jaguar, was slammed onto her back, shells erupting from behind a tree up several meters ahead. Gerold Herity urged his Razorback forward to aid his fallen commander.
"They knew we were comin'! Wyczeck, get your squadron out! Temple, you cover 'em. Baxter, you...." The voice on the comm was drowned out by more autocannon fire.
A Jäger darted out from behind the tree up ahead, its autocannon spitting out shells around Herity's Gear. Herity continued his rush forward. The Jäger threw aside its spent autocannon and drew its vibroknife, wielding it menacingly as it ran forward between the trees. As Herity approached he raised his huge snub cannon and fired wildly. Seconds later the Jäger lay sprawled on its front, its head and upper torso in a tangle of smouldering wreckage.
The din of battle was drowned out by a yelling voice on the comm, "INCOMING!!"
The ground around Herity erupted with mortar fire it ended just as suddenly as it had begun. The damage had been done, though. Ranger Bailey's Jaguar had lost her right leg at the thigh. Hydraulic fluid was spurting from the stub. The Jaguar, Vaneda, lay on her back with a gaping hole in the cockpit hatch. The Ranger was dead. Vaneda's articulate hands dug into the ground, her chassis convulsed madly, pounding the ground as the V-engine roared out in pain. Herity stood to the side, watching.
Herity keyed the mike, "Ranger?...Ranger Bailey, respond...." Nothing. Herity swallowed down a lump in his throat. He felt sick to his stomach. "Vaneda," he whispered.
At that, Vaneda's head turned to face the looming Razorback. Fluid continued to flow from the leg stub and Vaneda pounded the ground with her balled fists. Herity's heart beat wildly in time with Vaneda's pounding and his chest rose and fell with staggered breaths. He could do nothing but stare.
Autocannon fire continued to echo through the jungle and a distant voice was shouting on the comm, but all Herity could hear was the pounding of Vaneda's chassis on the moist ground.
"Shit, what do I do now?" Herity thought out loud. His own Gear rumbled in fear.
Vaneda heard, and with great anguish, slammed her fist against her chest. Then, as if the controlled movement was too much to bear, her hand lashed out and pounded the ground again.
His voice weak between clenched teeth, Herity said, "I understand." He slowly raised the snub cannon and placed it on Vaneda's chest, making sure to point the cannon straight down so as to be sure to take out the NNet. Tears clouded his vision as the snub cannon banged Vaneda's cockpit hatch with her convulsions. The lying Jaguar's V-engine whined with over exertion, its leg spewed forth more hydraulic fluid. The Razorback squeezed the trigger.
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