[i]Well now here we go.[/i]

Three confirmed hostiles, Cronian in origin, closing quick. Ducked into the dunes, which made a good look damned hard. But unlike Cam, who ducked behind a dune, Sparr didn’t need to move so hastily; she let a few rounds hit her shield while she took up a position behind a smaller dune, stabbing her shield down and supporting it with her frame’s left arm. Short of getting right in front of her or circling around her, the Racers weren’t getting a good firing angle.

The Matryoshka made its own fortified position wherever it went, after all.

“Fine by me, Cam.” She commented with a grin before it turned a little more predatory. “Position established. I’m gonna soften ‘em up.”

[i]Pressman, have some fun.[/i]

“Any allied units, be mindful. Fire incoming. Danger close.”

Warning given, she counted to ten; enough time for her to make her best guess at where they were, aided surprisingly enough by a rather large boom, as well as let any allies that got too close make some distance and let loose ten Pressmans with the press of a button. They arced up and then down, blanketing the area of her estimate with explosive fury, A VIV4 HEDP rocketed into the ensuing cloud based on the last position from which the Racers had fired at her. Frames weren’t small targets, and an assault like that might have stunned them. She liked her odds on scoring a hit.

The cannon’s recoil was immense, but the Matryoshka was designed to counter it; properly braced its feet merely sank into the ground.

“They won’t be getting past me. Anyone in need of cover is welcome behind me.”