[color=00746b]"The, shit?"[/color] Cyne blurted out when he finally noticed the Chimera's main gun turret coming to life and rotated on its own accord. Having nestled himself just under the turret's armor and framework, Cyne forcibly rolled out from his firing position turned to the main gun, annoyance and anger painting his expression. He wasn't all that well receptive about being evicted from what essentially was his hiding spot. The same spot that no one had eyes on, and now he was exposed. Before he could protest, he heard charging coils built into the gun begin to purr and growl. He was staring up, right underneath the barrel of the plasma cannon. [color=00746b]"Sonuva-!"[/color] Cyne scrambled off the roof of the tank and just in time as the cannon discharged a round, hellish fire vomiting from the muzzle break. --- [color=fff200][b]"The, shit?"[/b][/color] Sven said aloud upon realizing that the main turret above him began to move. The Vandrell quizzically looked at all the panels before him, the ones that weren't cooked, to try and find why the gun was moving. He didn't tell it to move. At least, he didn't think he didn't tell the gun to move. Resurrecting the vehicle was practically a rush job by now and he guessed he could have unintentionally ordered the turret into a rotation. But when his eyes caught one of the targeting screens that provided a live feed from the turret's visual sensors, he quickly came to the conclusion that this was no error. He watched the cross hairs line up at the entrance of the compound. Where fresh infantry and gun trucks were pouring in as reinforcements. [color=fff200][b]"Oh,"[/b][/color] he murmured, [color=fff200][b]"you guys are fucked."[/b][/color] In an instant, he watched the round fly off and landed center into the formation and the screen went white, soon followed by a loud explosion from outside seconds later. The feed was still coming in but there was only smoke flames to look at. Eventually, Gerad's voice filled the comms. Apparently, he was the one that remotely took control of the turret just as he got it back up and working. [color=fff200][b]"Cheers, mate!"[/b][/color] Sven replied as his grubby hands were then all over the control console, seemingly lost to the fact that the Chimera was alive again; and he was the beast's master. --- [color=00a651][b]"Well, shit,"[/b][/color] said Silas as he watched the whole scene unfold. The second wave's reinforcements were, at this point, no longer existing in this reality. The Chimera's shot had practically vaporized anything that was caught at its epicenter. All that was left now was just a smoking crater. The surviving enemies looked on in horror as they quickly found themselves no longer fighting a squad of fice experienced and battle-hardened individuals; they were now sighting a functional tank. They didn't have anything in their arsenal to take anything like that on. One by one, the infantry of thugs, gun trucks, and whatever was left of the APC brigade were hightailing it. It was then that the Chimera rose from the ground although slowly and rather unsteadily since one of the lift engines was still knocked out, forcing Sven, light the former crew before him, to compensate by applying additional thrust the remaining booster on the side of the tank. The Chimera rotated in place and pushed forward though only with its still armored and still shielded flank. It wasn't going anywhere fast and it certainly wasn't going to be agile about it either. But that was alright. As far as Silas was concerned, he simpy wanted to bust out of the encirclement and kill anyone and anything that stood in their way. [color=00a651][b]"Right. Everyone, we're busting out of here! Sven, take point. You'll be our battering ram. Everyone else, stick close to the Chimera and shoot anything that is in front of the tank,"[/b][/color] Silas ordered as he climbed up on the Chimer's main turret and commandeered one of the mounted machine guns, [color=00a651][b]"we're jumping into a bee hive, in a suit of armor."[/b][/color] Once everyone had formed up once more, The Chimera lurched forward and arrived at the complex's leveled entrance. Down the hilled road, remnants of the second wave were held up by their confused comrades, whom were unintentionally blocking their escape. However, it seemed that the loud and bad-mouthing individual, still in their jeep all the way in the back of the amassed formation of infantry and armored vehicles, was ordering them all to press forward. Either they were oblivious to the approaching tank or didn't care. Before Silas's crew and their tank was a wall of eight APCs, either in a defensive position or scattered about while the remaining forces of gun trucks and infantry were spread out. With nothing better to do with their predicament, every weapon that they could muster opened up at the Chimera. To their increasing dismay, the tank still had a functional defensive suite as several barriers materialized and absorbed the impacts that came in as rain. Sven, still happy about his position, activated the remaining auto guns and let loose his own lethal reply. Two thuggish squads, having been caught out in the open, crumpled to the ground in a mist of red. [color=00a651][b]"Sven,"[/b][/color] Silas called out, [color=00a651][b]"focus your fire at the center of the formation. Ducaelia, Gerad, and Cyne, go to town on their flanks. Keep out of Sven's kill zone."[/b][/color]