[b][I]Raven Rivers[/i][/b]

[i]Distasteful,[/i] Raven thought as he glimpsed the burnt tank and its crew's remains, but suppressed his disgust at Arroxy in order to keep to the battleplan; despite being assholes, the man and his tank crew were still siblings-in-arms. Then at Marit's call, he continued, "Sure, I'll help pick up a few containers -"

His mech's passive sensors picked up a new threat, and Raven's Shadow Hawk turned to see, as a speck in the sky, two gunships flying closer to their location. These helicopters ought to be catching sight of them soon, and picking up the ECM being projected... If he ever gave them the chance.

"Family Man here; picking up hostiles," Raven was already aiming his remaining LRMs and his autocannon at the helicopters, deciding that a bit of heat in his cockpit was a fair price to pay for bringing the pair of gunships down without inconviniencing the rest of the group. "You guys keep picking up the supplies; I request to be the one to deal with these bozos."

[i]One LRM volley for one helicopter, and an autocannon for the other. I just hope I don't catch heatstroke from this.[/i] There was no doubt he can do this; he had just woken up one day and found out that a decade or so of mercenary work and years of being a Mechwarrior before that had given him the required experience to shoot down a couple of flying targets... Especially if he waited for the last possible moment.

He was no glory hound, but for a battle which had no notable moments, Raven at least wanted one memorable action, preferably a personal success.

[i]Something for you and Andrew once we rescue you, Katrina,[/i] he thought himself one second before the crucial moment.

Five missiles blasted towards one gunship, an autocannon burst towards the other. As Raven's cockpit grew hot enough to turn into an oven, overwhelming his cooling vest, the man, no longer young, smirked and waited for the sight of smoked helicopters on the ground...