"Touchdown! The hatch's open, all units disembark!"

"Fall in! We're going to follow this canyon to the heart of the fighting station. Those turrets probably have a bead on our last location. Let's get this done and earn our keep. Nothing a few gangbangers can do to keep us down."

In the wake of Medved's APU-21 Strigoi drifted along the flat-headed S-C03 Aegis owned by Cormag Barreton. The anti-friction thrusters the Combat Mobile Frames all used were able to swiftly carry the machines to battle as if skating upon ice. Good for quick burst maneuvers, but more key precision movements, especially over any sort of hilling or steep terrain, were better offered by an MF's own legs. Barreton's frame in particular was one of the most potentially maneuverable if used properly, but training to attune one's body to these inhumanoid machines were as uncommon and unfavorable as the mechs themselves. 

Blatantly disregarding that, Cormag's Aegis sped into battle, the wide base atop the CMF's legs offering a larger swivel over the hips than most other frames. Barreton wasted no time in scoping out the area from behind the pile of boulders used as cover. From the jutting, enclosed cockpit most akin of a helicopter, the intrepid pilot gripped the arm-mounted controllers with refreshed vigor, with a cracked smile spreading across the man's scruffy face. "Damn right, these punks won't down us. What's the best they got, a buncha hand-me-down hunks o' scrap?" Barreton asked rhetorically, the snarl malicious in intent. 

A surge of gunfire that aimed to the powder the rock the Aegis stood behind attracted the mercenary's attention. With a rapid lean on the throttles, Barreton rocketed his own frame out of the cover and onwards, drawing the inaccurate fire of several lame autoguns. The Aegis's prompt response was a volley of hard fire from the right-mounted heavy autocannon, 40 35mm rounds-per-second pummeling at the light squad of 6 mechs. Cormag didn't stop until he reached another smaller outcrop of rocks, a scant few moments later. Surely a few of the enemy pilots would find a couple of nasty dents in their Mobile Frames from the firepower slung their way. "Oh, they're gonna get it!" Cormag cried, the adrenaline already pumping his heart faster with the exhilaration of controlling the flathead CMF.