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[color=FireBrick]"You stupid little--get offa me!"[/color] Remy snarled inside his cockpit as a det-pack went off underneath his Mech's right arm. The infantry trooper hadn't positioned it well enough to damage the actuator, so it did little more than blast off a few pocks of armor, but the fact that these ground-pounders were even on him in the first place chapped his ass something fierce. And it wasn't exactly a party on his stomach, either.

Twisting the [i]Firestarter[/i] left and right, rapidly throwing the Mech's throttle from full-speed to full-reverse, swatting across the 35-tonner's chassis with his arms, Remy tried to shake the jump-troopers off. While they were like fish in a barrel during their initial descent, rooting the rest of them out had been a lot more difficult, as they'd gotten into cover and a few had managed to outflank him. If he'd been a more dedicated Light 'Mech jock, he probably would've been able to avoid the trouble, and could've used the [i]Firestarter's[/i] speed and agility to put himself into a better position. But [i]Murder One[/i] had always been a heavier girl in all of her past lives. He was used to wading into the thick of it and letting his guns and armor do the work.

Still, no time like the present to learn some new tricks.

Bracing himself from within his cockpit, Remy deliberately threw the [i]Firestarter[/i] backwards, his stomach lurching up into his throat as the 'Mech toppled over onto its back. On impact, he was thrown hard against his command couch, and alarms began blaring, but as soon as he confirmed none of his bones were broken, he grinned. Any poor bastard clinging onto the [i]Murder One's[/i] back would've been squashed flat.

Torquing hard on the control sticks and straining the Mech's gyro, he was able to get his [i]Firestarter[/i] to roll over onto its front, crushing more troopers under its weight. 35 tons wasn't much mass to throw against another Battlemech, but against an 80kg human being, it might as well have been the weight of the planet.

Using the Mech's arms to push itself up and get its legs underneath it, Remy got [i]Murder One[/i] back to a standing position and began looking for any survivors. Sure enough, a single infantryman was trying to crawl away from him, dragging himself by one good arm while his mangled legs hung limply.

[color=FireBrick]"Lucky little bastard, surviving that,"[/color] Overkill said over his external speakers, before pointing the arm-mounted Flamers at him. [color=FireBrick]"Well....maybe not [i]that[/i] lucky..."[/color]

With a loud [i]FWOOSH[/i] and another sharp spike of heat inside the cockpit, it was done. [color=FireBrick]"All clear, boss,"[/color] he chimed in to the rest of the lance.

Remy looked at the aftermath of the battle, and couldn't help but wonder what the hell these pirates thought was so damned valuable to be worth getting wiped out like that. Most of the pirates he'd ever encountered weren't exactly the type to stick around for a fair fight, much less one against an overwhelming force. Not just that, but they had a lot more hardware than expected- artillery, jump troopers, even a damn [i]Hunchback[/i]. He was pretty fairly convinced these guys had more going on than your average pirate band.

On the other hand, they'd also tried to use infantry to engage a [i]Firestarter[/i], and Remy couldn't have imagined a stupider move, so maybe he was giving them too much credit.