[centre][h2][colour=008000][u]Gerad[/u][/colour][/h2][/centre]

Silas called for them to give the tank all they had, and Gerad was more than happy of oblige; or at least he was, right up until Ducaelia lept onto the the blasted thing, right [i]through[/i] his PRP firing arc. Fortunately the IFF system stopped the shot before a 10tw bolt of plasma turned the machine woman into so much slag. [colour=008000]”Gorydamn cliff jump'n clankie nutter!”[/colour] He swore. [colour=008000]”Gonna get her fool ass skragged an' no even leave any good salvage!”[/colour] 

With Ducaelia now down and out of his line of fire, he let rip. Using off hand targeting, he poked the PRP and his VLA, set to 'beam', around what was left of his cover without exposing too much of his compact frame. Plasma bolts ripped through the air one after another, trying to generate at least a local shield failure; his goal with the PRP was to try and take the Chimera's main cannon out. He wasn't sure why the crew [i]hadn't[/i] gone to manual with it, but he was glad they didn't...even in top form there was no way even vaunted Militia power armour could take a hit from a large vehicle-grade cannon.

While the suit's simple AI handled the PRP, Gerad focused the VLA on one of the tanks lift engines. The shields were still up and screwing his beam ass to the Void, but the localized damage was starting to build; however if the shields collapsed, he'd cripple the machine in short order.