Continued, and late. Again. /Connection issues/birthday/excuses excuses.
About this creation
Deus: the Invader infantry first bore a series of large holes through his rear armour, blasting apart quite a bit of reactor shielding, causing him the same heat related troubles as his Invader counterpart; he's only got a twelfth of his heat dissapating capability left, which wasn't helped by his passengers taking out a heatsink along with his other missile rack.
Smith sat still and laughed about Gondabuggan's sudden case of explodititis. The Marauders were to a man paralyzed by the recent demise of their comrade's capability to wage war.
The Chimera took a potshot at the communication station, and missed. Also managed to avoid the shutdown.
Finn.. switched targets to the other Banshee, and hit his chest. The result? Another hit from pretty much anything'll go right through.
Quoting Gondabuggan Hicburry
hmmmmm so what should I do now? grab an RPG and shoot?
A tactical withdrawal might be an idea. Considering that Battletech doesn't have rules for bleeding to death from performing thrilling heroics while critically wounded, but it wouldn't be the first time I've houseruled something up on the spot.. (By which I mean that injury from shards of glass, bits of sharp metal etcetera while ejecting took you about two millimetres and a hard landing away from the far side of Death's door.)
Ooh a sequel, and I agree, rap isn't music and last time I listened to friday I barfed, physically, mentally and literally. That was a good round of laughing (my excuse for cooling down) and finally that heat alarm went off, now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna grab a hammer or other heavy metal object to make sure it stays off.
Oh, by the way, if you want to suggest background music, go for it; I'll be using them on a first-come, first-served basis, like the rest of this, but every one of 'em suggested will be used. Unless it's rap, or Friday. I really don't like rap. Friday needs no introduction.