Sam smirked as the defending Ferir exploded- an 80mm rail cannon round tearing clean through his shield, cockpit, and reactor unit. The highly modified Ferir had stripped off a good amount of its body armor in order to be more mobile- the presence of its shield contradicted its desire to be mobile, but that wasn't any of Sam's concern. While not as fine or precise as a plasma beam, Adrian's 80mm cannon made up for its lack of finesse with a really large shell. One of the largest caliber cannons Medium and Light MAS's could safely carry, the 80mm was a threat to smaller space vessels in its own right. 

Sam's infantry team, led by Carmen, had disabled the last light vehicle, and had began sprinting towards the town, weaving between cover- in the form of various crags of rock, as enemy combatants occupying the town fired back from outlying buildings, walls, and nearby towers of rock. Turning both of his arms to face the town, Sam began firing at the combatants, 20mm cannons sending rubble and smoke flying as enemy gun nests slowly began withering under his hail of fire. Sam fired in short bursts, to ensure he wasn't sending rounds down into the town that he was supposed to be liberating. 

[color=gold]"This is Rabbit. Infantry force is breaching the outer perimeter of the town. Proceeding-"[/color]

Sam was cut off as his one of his viewscreens began flashing, an all too familiar chirping sound filling his cockpit. [color=gold]"Ah fuck. I've got radar lock..!"[/color]

Turning to face the oncoming target, Rabbit boosted forward along the ground, relying on the Rabbit's massive boosters to help him dive out of the way of the missile at the last second, flying rubble pelting his machine and heat from the explosion washing over his shields. Through the smoke, his sensors made out a trio of flying targets- the enemy had air units after all. A trio of older model Coalition twin-turbofan gunships. These old T-60 Coalition gunships were a cross between a VTOL fighter and an assault gunship- in the shape of a typical gunships, but it sported large turbofans where the wings would be. These aircraft were cheap- easily obtained, and capable of extensive modifications- including spacefaring modifications. Better yet, they were a cheap means of delivering potent munitions that could cripple even MAS units. 

Boosting to the left, as the gunships strafed his position with their 20mm chainguns. Sam smiled grimly, as his targeting AI locked onto the three craft. Sure, the gunships were capable of delivering potent firepower- and they could even be considered maneuverable compared to ground vehicles and civilian aircraft- but compared to a MAS? Their maneuverability was nothing like a MAS's. And even MAS would have difficulty evading a dozen little missiles flying its way. 

The shoulder flaps opened on the Rabbit to reveal a dozen little red tips on each shoulder. A quartet of small missiles loosed themselves from the launchers embedded in the Rabbit's shoulders and screamed towards the enemy. Shortly after launching, each missile split into four, resulting in 16 small, difficult to trace missiles flying at the offending aircraft. The three gunships broke off their attack and banked to dodge, countermeasures trailing behind them as they were launched. But even the number of countermeasures in the sky had a difficult time confusing 16 warhead, 5 of which found their targets, destroying one on impact and knocking another out of the sky while the last was sent limping away, smoke trailing from its left turbofan.  

[color=gold]"Enemy aircraft dealt with. Continuing towards the town."[/color]

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As the Sentry facing Doughboy drew his axe to face his opponent, it's left shoulder exploded, rubble and scrap showering the two combatants. The Sentry staggered back and managed to regain its footing, its tomahawk held at the ready. The pilot obviously wasn't prepared to fight with only one arm, but he also wasn't willing to turn his back on an opponent. Like a desperate animal, the enemy Sentry charged Doughboy, intending on using his close proximity and the chaos of a melee to keep the opposing sniper from getting a solid bead on him.

The second sentry strafed to the side as Jamy charged him, autocannon firing. He wasn't willing to get into a melee after seeing what the MAS's broadsword did to his compatriot. As Jamy charged after him, the ground in front of him exploded- the enemy had buried landmines under the road. Taking advantage of the situation, a group of infantry appeared from behind the cover of one of the armored vehicles that made up the main roadblock. Several of them held rocket launchers. One of the opposing infantry shouldered his launcher to fire at Jamy, but was turned into a smoking crater as a barrage of 40mm autocannon rounds shelled him, his squad, and their vehicle. 

[color=gray]"You two have firearms for a reason- use them!"[/color] Prowler growled over the comms, his gravelly voice grating the over the communication channel. [color=gray]"You're on open ground with superior firepower and numbers for Christ's sake. Don't risk destroying your machines if you don't have to."[/color]