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[color=FireBrick]"Ohhh-ho-ho, it's my lucky day,"[/color] Remy said as the sky filled with small plumes of enemy jump infantry. [color=FireBrick]"You folks take care of the big guy; I'll take crowd control."[/color]

He turned his attention away from the hulking figure of the [i]Hunchback[/i] and towards the incoming soft targets. As much as his instincts screamed at him to charge headlong at the larger brawler and duke it out, that all came from his years piloting heavier 'Mechs. He knew damn well a [i]Firestarter[/i] didn't have the armor or the firepower to trade blows with anything but other light 'Mechs, and his only real hope of doing damage against the [i]Hunchback[/i] would have been to get a lucky shot through an opening in the armor. Maybe if it was one of the 'Swayback' variants loaded up with lasers he could play hell with its heat, but against the standard model, he'd most likely just get on its nerves.

That jump infantry, on the other hand, was in for the shortest-longest day of their lives.

[color=FireBrick]"Come to Papa, you stupid sonsabitches!"[/color] He shouted over his 'Mech's internal speakers as he charged headlong towards his unfortunate targets. He was still running hot after unloading his weapons into the now scrapped [i]Jenner[/i], so as much as it pained him to have to hold something back, he took aim at one of the incoming Rippers and fired his Medium Lasers.

The [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26321]first Laser[/url] tagged the incoming VTOL in the rotor, turning to superheated slag the mechanism that kept the transport airborne. Immediately, the Ripper began to roll hard to one side, causing the second Laser to [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26322]miss[/url], but by then the VTOL's fate was sealed. As the Ripper careened headlong towards its doom, Remy switched to his next Target-Interlock Circuit, triggering his Machine Guns into the group of jump infantry that had just disembarked.

If those mud-marchers were able to get to the ground and start firing from cover-- or worse, get on his 'Mech or one of his lance-mates-- then they'd be a bastard and a half to deal with. In the air, though, they were such easy pickings that it hardly seemed fair.

Hot lead filled the sky, and Remy sneered as he saw some of those jump plumes snuff out with puffs of red. The [i]Firestarter's[/i] .50 caliber machine guns were piddling against 'Mechs, but there wasn't any armor in all the Inner Sphere that could protect an infantry trooper from a hit. Bullets [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26323]punched gory tunnels[/url] through the bodies of unlucky troopers, [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26324]blasting off limbs[/url] and popping the head of one soldier like an overripe melon.

He'd heard of Battlemechs referred to from time to time as "walking war crimes," and Remy usually thought that was little more than tough-talk from overzealous Mechwarrior enthusiasts. You could put that label on just about anything capable of moving and shooting. His [i]Firestarter[/i], on the other hand, seemed like it was purpose-built for terrorizing anyone unlucky enough to be caught out in the open. And as if to drive that point home, he triggered his primary Target-Interlock-Circuit, activating the weapons that gave the 'Mech its name.

Not wanting to cook himself completely, Remy only let loose with two of his four Flamers, but even that was plenty. One of the jets of plasma [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26325]cut a swath[/url] straight through a tight grouping of troops, the poor souls frying before they even had a chance to fight back. The other Flamer caught only about [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26326]half as many[/url], but he'd effectively wiped out a whole platoon of jump troopers before they'd hit the ground.

[color=FireBrick]"Hoooo-eee!"[/color] he let out a triumphant whoop as the air around him filled with the screams of dying men, right around the time the Ripper he had tagged finally slammed into one of the ferrocrete walls of the enemy compound, erupting into a dirty-orange fireball with the impact. [color=FireBrick]"How do you fellas like your infantry: regular, or extra-crispy?!"[/color]