It went well. Initially. Then three contacts popped up almost right on top of them. One she could’ve ascribed to a phantom. But three in a formation? No, no, that could only have been...

…Indeed, a Raven, and two other anklebiters out for blood. Marit set the container she was carrying down as fast as she could without dropping it outright, hoping that whatever was in there wasn’t too fragile and opened up on the Raven, firing her four medium lasers at the light ‘Mech’s legs one at a time to avoid a heat spike and maximize her chance to get at least some hits on target. Her first thought even matched that of an experienced MechWarrior to her infinite delight, as obvious as that action was. Unfortunately in the time it took her to ditch her own cargo, one of the captured trucks changed its state from solid to vapor. Then the fourth BatleMech came to view, rounding out a whole lance. Nice of him to skyline himself like that. Cocky bastard.

Being talked to by the Colonel was somewhat expected at this point, but a message from the other side was not. Especially not… this. It was like a villain escaped from an Immortal Warrior episode. One of the weird ones. [color=76D0FF]”Gutless scum? Hi pot, I’m Kettle, för fan i helvete…”[/color] Marit grumbled as she turned the volume of the channel the inflamed bitch was being extra on way down. She had half a mind to send a LRM volley his way, but she also had a feeling all that would do is bring the hammer down on her head next, aided by that scarlet magpie running circles around her.

Speaking of which, she took a few steps to put Archie between the nearest water truck and the Longbow, ready to unload into the offending corvid’s legs again as soon as the cooldowns elapsed. She didn’t know what sort of ritual Reya performed to get their lasers to do what they were doing, but the decreased heat generation and beam duration were perfect for an Archer driven by a novice MechWarrior.