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against the green horizon.
Then the first flight hit home, rippling across his chest, cratering
his armor, and rocking him back on his feet.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ukawa watched the Hunchback top-
ple to the ground.
The Kintaro and the Champion just stood there, motionless as
contrails of white smoke corkscrewed toward them.
“Move, Shimatta,” Ukawa shouted over his command circuit.
Then he stalked his Thug forward, toward the threat.
He didn’t see the silhouette of a ‘Mech against the horizon, so
he was most likely dealing with LRM carriers and judging by the
waves of inbound missiles, more than one.
Ukawa raised his right arm and let loose with a blast from one
of his particle projection cannons. He didn’t expect to hit the LRM
carriers at this distance, but he could give them something to think
about.
“Chain Four, engage with your Holly-5’s now.”
The Kintaro’s pilot woke up at last, launching a flight of LRM’s
from his left arm.
Ukawa glanced to his right and saw the Champion racing away
from the area at max speed.
“Chain Two, engage with your autocannon.”
“I can’t hit at this range,” answered Drug Mule, the Champion’s
panicked pilot.
“Then move forward to bring your SRMs and laser into range. Do
it now.”
The Thug was the heaviest ‘Mech in Ukawa’s company, but in
order to do maximum damage it would have to move closer to
bring its own SRMs to bear. Until he closed to max missile range,
the ‘Mechs that did have long range hitting power had to go after
the carriers, a fact that Ukawa shouldn’t have had to explain.
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He raised his arms, targeted a missile box, and fired with both
his PPCs. The echoing report of multiple explosions and the incan-
descent orange fireball rising high above the horizon told him he’d
scored a hit.
Ukawa wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm.
It had been nearly thirty years since he’d been in the cockpit of a
‘Mech and his repeated PPC fire had pushed his Thug’s tempera-
ture well up into the yellow.
“Scout One, Chain One. Move in and harass these long range
hitters.”
The scout lance was made up of light ‘Mechs, but close-in even
light ‘Mechs would make short work of LRM carriers, and led by
MechWarrior Antalova’s nimble Jenner, they had the speed to
make a difference.
“Chain One, this is Scout One. Understood, sir.”
Unlike the rest of these kisama, MechWarrior Antalova kept a