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The head had been crafted for both image and function. Its jutting muzzle and twin viewports combined with the upthrust triangular sensor panels on either side to give the Wolfhounda canine appearance. Phelan had taken the image one step further and painted the 'Mech's muzzle to appear that the war machine was baring white fangs in a fierce snarl. Aluminum strips inlaid beneath the paint job outlined the teeth so that the 'Mech's wolfish grin appeared even on magscan and infrared sensor modes.
Phelan started his 'Mech down the hillside as Tang's Blackjackbroke from cover and raised both its arms. The
'Mech's twin autoca
Picking up speed, Phelan worked his way through the debris scattered over the plain's near side. As he saw it, Ryan seemed more intent on ru
As the range dropped to 600 meters, Phelan brought his 'Mech to a stop and crouched behind the last house-sized boulder between him and the smooth valley floor. One more jump and you're mine. Five hundred meters may top out my range on this large laser, but if Jack can hit at max, so can I. Come on, Ke
Phelan's right hand moved the joystick that dropped the golden crosshairs onto the Griffin 'sbroad chest. A dot in the center of the cross flashed red. Phelan hit the firing stud beneath his right thumb and felt a wave of heat wash through the cockpit as the large laser unleashed its beam of coherent light.
The coruscating beam stabbed into the Griffin 'sleft shoulder, blasting away steaming shards of half-melted ceramic armor. As though unsatisfied with the armor it had destroyed, the beam's terrible energy cut through the myomer muscles on the 'Mech's upper arm, which split like hunks of meat being torn to pieces by some beast. Lastly, the beam heated the ferro-titanium humerus to the point where it glowed white, further melting myomer muscles.
Ryan hit his jump jets at the last second, but it did nothing to mitigate the damage. The abrupt take-off wrenched the damaged arm badly, snapping the metal bone and sending the severed limb flying. Suddenly unbalanced, the Griffin reeled like a drunken acrobat and slammed into the ground on its right shoulder. The jump jets pushed the one-armed 'Mech across the plain, leaving sparks and armor plates in its wake until Ryan finally shut them down.
Phelan stared at the Griffin 'swreckage. My large laser shouldn't have done that much damage! Those other guys must really have softened them up.Phelan shifted his vision to the PantherTang was sparring with. Yeah, it's been hit all over, but most of the damage has been done to the legs and arms.
A cold chill ran down his spine as Phelan realized the Griffin and the Riflemanhad been similarly savaged. Either those other guys are very unlucky, or they're placing shots with greater care than almost any MechWarrior this side of Jaime Wolf or my father.
As if they had read his thoughts, the three unknown 'Mechs moved in. The one that had brought the Locustdown came to a stop just over nine hundred meters from the Pantherand brought both pods up. Twin large-laser beams flashed out and caught the Pantherin the back of its thighs. What little armor still remained on the pirate 'Mech's legs vanished in a cloud of ceramic steam. Myomer muscles ran like water and boiled away where they touched the titanomagnesium femurs that held the Pantherupright. The lasers amputated the Panther'slegs with surgical precision. Its legs cut out from under it, the Panthersmashed flat on its back and did not move as the dust stirred up by its fall quickly drifted down to coat it with a red blanket.
"Blake's Blood! Did you see that, Phelan?" A tremble in Jack Tang's normally calm voice betrayed his unease.
Phelan stared at the computer projection of the range and damage done to the Panther. Seven hundred meters for a large laser! That's impossible! They can only hit at 450 max.He hit a button that opened a tight cha
The twin 'Mechs moving in on the last operational pirate machine simultaneously let fly with short-range missile barrages and bursts from their dual autoca
Phelan suddenly found himself hoping for the impossible, that the Riflemancould win out.
The gray 'Mechs it faced did not give the pirate a chance. Sparks lanced from the barrels of his guns as one of the pilots walked his autoca
The second mystery 'Mech raked one stream of autoca
"Hound Deuce, I'm going to hail these guys. I'll offer them the salvage on these 'Mechs. Maybe they'll give us Ke
Fear boiled up from Phelan's gut. "Jack, don't. Get the hell out of here." He started ru
"Get back here, Phelan! That's an order!" Anger rippled through Tang's voice. "Dammit, follow my orders just for once!"
"And let you die? No way. Move it, Jack! Jump out of there!"
The two 'Mechs that had dusted the Riflemanlocked their weapons down on the Blackjackin the plain below them. As they triggered their bursts, the Riflemanshot at both of them with its torso-mounted medium lasers. At the same time, Tang hit his jump jets, sending his 'Mech into the thin atmosphere on silvery ion jets.
The Rifleman'sattacks caught the mystery 'Mechs by surprise, spoiling their aim somewhat. Still, despite the distraction, the range, and Tang's jump, one of the pilots managed to hit with both autoca
"Feather the right jet, Jack! This rock's light gravity and thin air mean you can go further. Get clear!" He'll make it if that other 'Mech doesn't take a shot at him!Bursting into the open, Phelan turned toward the first gray 'Mech he had seen. He brought the Wolfhound'slarge laser up and triggered a shot, but being beyond his maximum effective range, the shot did nothing.