[h1]Richard Hawk[/h1] If there was one thing Richard had never expected to see, stationed as he was on this depressingly empty ball of sand, it was a sudden snowstorm. He smiled at the sweet nostalgia of it. Soldiers running about around his feet, desperate and freezing in a sudden enemy attack, while he say all warm and toasty in his robot sipping tea from a thermos. It reminded him of those cold Arizona nights. It was like going back to childhood. Or getting a preview of Hell, for that matter. Richard watched through his icy camera as the storm began to fade as the first of the enemy drop ships began to land. The only ones doing any harrying were the angels, and as he scanned the battlefield he found the reason why. Some sort of wizard was here distracting everybody from what was really important. Richard would just have to remind them. The mech stepped forward, shaking off the layer of ice that had coated it as it raised the two boxes in its hands skyward. "Come on boys, can't you see it's Christmas morning?" came his voice crackling out over the coms. The the front of the boxes burst open, reveling rows of missals. "All the good little boys and girls are rushing down to get their presents. WE DON'T WANT TO DISAPPOINT THEM!" He pulled the triggers and over two dozen missals leaped into the air, seeking drop ships. They slammed into one, and another, and another, knocking them from the air in bursts of fire. One went tumbling into the landing zone of another, turning both into beautiful blooms of smoke and shrapnel. Richard smiled when he saw other streaks start to shoot up into the air. More missiles, energy beams, flak cannons. More drop ships started dropping like stones. Having successful redirected the attentions of the men, Richard smiled and let loose another salvo before stowing his launchers in the pods. He swapped them for a pair of chainguns that he began to spin up before flipping on his boost and charging toward the ships that had already made it down. "HERE'S SANTA!" He cried as he he opened fire.