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

[b]<< Care's a strong word, Rabbit! >>[/b] Sagan called back over comms as he continued cleaning up enemy infantry with his point defense lasers. [b]<< Filling out next-of-kin notifications's a bitch, is all! >>[/b] An HPK burst on a particularly dug-in position silenced them, and then he was left with a moment to catch his breath and regain his bearings. 

Right, battlefield analysis. Rabbit at least wasn't getting herself killed now, though it meant Sagan would have to pick up the slack in the squad's aerial overwatch until her flight systems were back online. Rhino was fine, alerting him to Commie's situation, Hex was being engaged upon, and Commie...was being Commie. 

A sigh. Pension, pension, pension. One day. Half of it would be going to alimony, but it was still better than nothing. 

[b]<< Right, Rook, you heard the lady: give Hex some backup, on the double. Moving to assist Commie. Commie, quit bitching before you start, we ain't got the time for a duel. >>[/b]

The Watchdog blazed towards the aerial duel, full afterburners blasting. The two combatants were too close in melee for him to line up a shot of any sort, so he'd have to close in to saber range himself. While he did, though...

Even as the Shrike moved to slam a foot into the enemy MAS's chassis, Sagan reached the extreme edge of lock-on radius, getting tone on the duelist in order to at least try to throw the pilot off balance.