Routing VTOLS made an alright situation even better, and with the Hunchback was running out of rope, Karel had a few seconds to look around, making sure there were no more surprises coming before turning to address the biggest problem on the board. [color=#61FF00]”I got you, kid, hold my beer.”[/color] Karel replied to Alvin’s request for pest control, prioritizing the two large lasers on the Hermes over the PPC and an AC/5 Jaromír’s Trebuchet carried. Jumpers were no joke, and although Alvin could get rid of the one on his windshield in a pinch, the ones on the back not so much, marking them as a priority.

Stomping up behind the Hermes like a 25 ton can of bug spray, the first jump trooper only realized something was up when he woke up on Satan’s porch. The other two were definitely alerted by the Hermes shuddering slightly as the Mad Goose practically gave it a pat on the back, enough for the second one to notice the shadow of a Mongoose’s hand that came over her before she, too, had her life subscription canceled and life insurance activated. The third one tried to lift off and run, only to get spiked into the ground like a volleyball. The day’s frustration could be seen in the Mongoose’s strikes, as if each of the sorry bastards was somehow responsible for Karel’s misfortunes. Double-checking the back of the Hermes to make sure no charges were left, Karel doubled back around, lining up a strike sideways to get the last guy off without splattering Alvin’s windshield with pirate pate. No one needed to see that shit. [color=#61FF00]”You’re clear, might need a hose down and a lick of paint though. I’d like my beer back.”[/color]

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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26431]Sweeping crunchies off of Alvin’s ‘Mech[/url]
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