Marit quickly found a good enough place to park Archie. It wasn’t ideal, but the ideal was too easy for the enemy to pick out. The runner-up she selected had a rocky outcrop obscuring her view of the north side of the river upstream of the dam, but enough foliage to somewhat conceal the shape of a kneeling Archer and enough clearance to swiss-cheese any boat trying to sneak up on the dam’s upriver wall while having a clear view of most of the Southern access roads. She started scanning the West-South sectors the Heavenly Sword could approach from, occasionally looking up to cover anything sensors might have missed with her own eyes. She should’ve brought a pair of binoculars, stupid.

Still, she felt pretty confident she could detect them despite her general inexperience, she was an Archer driver after all - 13 tons of armor, four tons of hate and the remaining 53 were weapons-grade cowardice. Ideally, she’d be 300 plus meters away from the fight, making the lives on the receiving end short and miserable and sensors would be the only way she could see what was going on. The importance of sensors, that was something she learned on her very first outing, shaking in her boots in half a Dervish that smelled like fish. Providing fire support one second, a Cicada coming at her like a bat out of hell the next. The life and career of Marit Alva Saarinen would’ve been a very short one had it not been for her Lancemates that day. But with the experience of Family Man and Aroxy’s crew, plus the infantry support, the madmen would have to pull off something special to catch them napping. Now, they hurry up and wait.

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Betty’s unexpected callout startled her. [color=76D0FF]”There you are. Reading a heavy ‘Mech on the South bank, that you? What do you think, can the dam take the weight of a ‘Mech if need be?“[/color] She asked just to be sure. If Jon was looking, he would’ve seen Archie’s torso rotating to face where the sensor contact had pinged and waving, [color=76D0FF]”Hey, now that we’re sort of coworkers, are you going to loosen up a little or are you going to be next in line after Ramrod for stick removal?”[/color] She added in a considerably more light-hearted tone.