[center][h1][b]Jaromir Zhu[/b][/h1][/center]

One second, Jaromir was lining up a shot on the damaged Hunchback to try to finish it off before it could do any more damage with its hellaciously large autocannon. The next, four fucking jump troopers somehow mounted his Mech and were in the process of planting detpacks on it.

[b]"我操!"[/b] Jaromir screamed in frustration as his desperate attempts to get the little shits off his Mech's back and head didn't take, the goddamn pirates proving to have stronger grips and bigger balls than he'd given them credit for. He continued to try to swat them off to little avail, scowling as he slammed the comms activation in his cockpit.

[b][i]"Pinned down by jump infantry, unable to fire! Requesting backup if possible!"[/i][/b] He wasn't stupid enough to not recognize the situation, of course. The Hunchback was still the biggest threat overall. That left the matter up to him for the time being. A quick, worried look at the damage readout. Fortunately, none of them were targeting the torso where he'd already taken damage. Head was a problem, the asshat in his face would definitely kill him if he broke through the cockpit. The back... slightly less so. Sure, the plating there was thinner and three detonations would probably hit something vital. One or two? He could still make it, probably. 

The emergency eject button was always an option. He'd hit it before, and he'd hit it again. Losing a Mech he actually liked to use would blow, but if they won, there was still the chance to salvage it. And besides, better to lose a Mech than to die. As far as he remembered, there was still a perfectly usable Panther back in the Dropship.

Nonetheless, Jaromir redoubled his efforts to swat the persistent bastards off for the time being. He wasn't quite out of the fight yet.