[center][h3]CMDR SAGAN "VULTURE" KODOS[/h3][/center]

[b]"That's cute."[/b] Sagan murmured derisively under his breath as the dumb fuck half-slagged Coalie MAS tried to [i]duel[/i] him of all things. God in vacuum, this was the kind of dumb stunt Commie would pull. Or maybe the rook. Okay, definitely the rook. Kid probably still thought it worked like the movies. Sagan didn't oblige, of course. This was a goddamn battlefield. [i]He had shit to do[/i].

[b]<< Bless your heart, you stupid bastard. >>[/b] Vulture drawled over open channels, boosting away with thrusters on full burn as he brought the Watchdog's HPK up, lining up center mass and aiming to core the poor, dumb buffoon that had just left themselves open with a frontal charge. One three-round burst later, the Fenrir was down and he was back to work cleaning up the rest of the IFVs while keeping an eye on battlefield telemetry. 

The front was holding, Commie was engaging their mystery sniper, and...well, Sabine was combat-capable at least. A crippled bird, but at least she could still shoot. Right, that settled it. He wasn't catching up to the Shrike's top speed any time soon, so Sabine it was.

[b]<< Rhino, Vulture. Moving to cover Rabbit, you have command of your little fireteam at the front. Activating temporary squad leader identification, it'll let the Helldogs know you're in charge. >>[/b] 

With that said, the Watchdog tore full burn towards Sabine's position, HPK and point defense lasers blasting at anything moving near the Sparrowhawk.

[b]<< Rabbit, making an attack run, danger close! >>[/b]