04/28/2013, 08:51 PM #227 Malun, France
She had gotten away again. As the mist cleared it revealed a second hole in the ground, which the Devil had disappeared down with no doubt. But the Commander wasn't concerned. He had handled many, many more situations similar to this. Underground and out of radar range, the Devil could have escaped to any location by now, but he still had the advantage. "Search and destroy." he ordered to the Revolver. As he watched it fly off, following the schematics for the sewer system, he called back his remaining Bouncer. The fast assault tank wasn't strong nor accurate, but it was as fast enough to reach 100 Kph, and could turn on a dime. In a urban environment, that makes all the difference.
He started laying out a path for the tank to follow, coordinating with the Revolver who had just spotted the Scarlet Brat just north of their position. He was about to send it out, when the signal from the Attack copter went to static. (So, you can "CAPTURE" too... Lets see who's "Captives" are stronger.)he thought, reviewing the final visual data sent from the annihilated Revolver.
The Commander readied himself and ordered "Execute strategy... NOW!"
On a whim the Bouncer sped off, northbound towards the Devil's newest weapon. In a matter of seconds it was right at the end of the suburban street, charging towards the gun emplacement, rapid-firing energy pellets at will, while the AA turret, now turned and facing towards it, did the same. The two machines exchanged shots, mostly missing each other, as the Bouncer weaved in and out of streets and yards to keep behind cover, and the AA turret was turned and swiveled to keep on target. The AA gun was starting to get more and more shots in on the tank, and the tank was losing armor by the second. Then it took an impossibly sharp turn and tipped over into a rolling tumble, straight towards the AA turret and it's controller.
The Commander, losing almost all of his Captured Troops, having completely exhausted his resources, and taking slight damage, had called back and attached to his VTOL. He had been watching the entire skirmish from the sky, occasionally altering the tank's path. He had purposely made the tank tip and roll. It was obvious that the tank was not fit for combat, but scouting. He had only wished that the realization had come to him sooner. But a tank was a tank, and tanks are heavy. (If this doesn't finish her off, then I will have to leave this up too someone else...) he thought to himself, watching the white dot on his radar, another character, slowly make its way towards the location of the Scarlet Devil.Last edited by topio1; 04/29/2013, 12:40 AM.
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