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Obscene SymphonyIsaac LaBelle
Isaac made his way to the hangar with haste. The faster they could deploy, the easier it would be to win. It struck him as a poor tactical choice for Narra to not have deployed them preemptively, although he could see the social value in it, he guessed. The kinetic shield essentially bottlenecked Red Star forces and would make them sitting targets for Algernon - or any other weaponry, really - as they passed through. That was a massive advantage that Haven risked losing with this reactionary deployment. The choice of Zahra as a commanding officer was an odd choice too, that didn't quite sit right with him. While her NC did seem suited for both protecting an area and coordinating a group, as well as Al-Amir's reputation for employing impressive defensive tactics, she was still a foreigner that could sabotage this whole operation for her corporate masters. Then again, Isaac didn't have much room to talk in that regard.
Once in the hangar, he climbed into Algernon with practiced ease, immediately starting the launch sequence. The unassuming startup screen quickly gave way to a typical Paragon Industrial interface once Isaac was linked up to the system, various sensor readings already popping up along the display. The verminous NC dropped to all fours, rushing out of the hangar and toward the western front. He was a bit surprised to hear that one of the pilots had an actual AI onboard - and, even moreso when he realized said pilot was that giant drunk, although he supposed it was for the best. Explains why he could perform competently while intoxicated.
Isaac put on a level voice when he turned on his comm - not too bold or confident, but not shaky or otherwise compromised - he couldn't look like a coward on the battlefield, despite whatever persona he was displaying. "I'd like to ask that all of you link your mapping systems with mine so we may better coordinate if at all possible. If you see any high priority targets in the open, or need sniper support, I'll be able to easily locate and eliminate them sooner if you could tag them for me."
When he arrived on scene, Isaac took a position decently far behind the main battle lines, Algernon's clawed limbs taking him as high up as he could get without being immediately noticeable to the main armada. That cloaker might be an issue, but otherwise he should be perfectly safe at this distance, provided the front line pulls their weight. Algernon planted its feet firmly as its lancer unfolded, rails already charging before the weapon was even fully deployed.
Railgun Status: { 7s } until complete ionization.
Spikes extended from the bottom and sides of Algernon's feet, digging into the ground for stability. Algernon's left arm moved up to brace against the lancer for recoil.
Railgun Status: { 5s } until complete ionization.
Algernon's head quirked upward, its myriad optics already calculating an ideal trajectory given the conditions. If he could take down the Phoenix Inferno at the start, the enemy's morale will be down for the whole fight.
Railgun Status: { 2s } until complete ionization.
And... of course, Alexander was already locked in a melee with that unstable girl from the coffeehouse. Isaac supposed this was his fault for not calling out a target earlier. He'd have to adjust.
Railgun Status: READY
Should he wait them out? No, that was a waste of time. Isaac instead took aim at one of the more mundane gunships. No trick shots yet, save it for the enemy pilots. Going off heat sensors and energy readings, he lined up his weapon with what appeared to be the main power source and fired, his NC rocking back from the recoil as he aimed to cripple the ship, if not send the whole thing up in flames. The claws on Algernon's feet retracted after Isaac fired, preparing for a quick getaway should any enemies have spotted him and advance on his position.
This kinetic shield made things interesting. Almost like shooting fish in a really big barrel. He wouldn't even need to fully eliminate a target; if they sustained enough damage he could simply pick them off as they attempted to flee through the barrier at a snail's pace.
