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[ Welp. Here we are again. Big Jim foster in the field, piloting the weakest mecha in the EFA arsenal. He's keeping it hunched behind some hills, trying to take as much cover as he can. Dishonorable? Maybe. Cowardice? Perhaps. He calls it camouflage, and survival. Do you approach him as friend, or foe? ]

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[ You see a blue Gespenst just floating in space, either standing watch or lost from a carrier. Do you hail it? Attack it? Or just leave it be? ]

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That's alright though. Elementals are crowding in there with you, waiting for a Smoke Jaguar Dire Wolf and Warhawk to thunder past. Then they'll leap onto their backs and tear apart the vulnerable armor there. Luckily they recognise you as an ally.

"Mechwarrior, can you distract those giants for us? It is important we get close enough to give them exactly the kind of surprise back massage they will need to get out all the tension Jaguars tend to accumulate!" And then some booming laughter over the comm.

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"Geh, do I have to?"

He mutters to himself, sotto voce " Of course I do "

He boosts over the hill, unleashing a furious salvo from the automatic cannon on the Gespenst's right arm, while loosing 2 split missiles that burst into micromunitions that resemble a shotgun blast at the Dire Wolf and Warhawk. Then twist their torsos to target him.

"Welp. Now they see me!"

The salvo sheers off some armor on the two assault mechs. But he's shooting at their protected side. This could take some time.

"Aff, now get to cover."

From behind though, the elementals are moving in a pack. Neither Jaguar registers the sensor hit before the troopers are on their backs, tearing open the more vulnerable armor there. One elemental misses his leap and is flung to the ground, to be unceremoniously stepped on, but all the rest have already got to the vulnerable guts of the assault mechs.

"I sense some trepidation. You should enjoy your job, mechwarrior!" More laughter and the sound of tearing metal.

"Oh I'm sure most enjoy being bait."

He winces audibly when he sees the elemental smashed beneath the assault mech, and almost without thinking boosts towards the assault, trying to smash into it with the plasma stake leading, the right fist arcing with energy as he puts hammerblow force behind it.

The Warhawk takes the brunt of the force, only managing to get off one salvo with its ERPPCs before getting impale. CRITICAL HIT: HIP blares in its cockpit.

"If it falls you're going to sq-" Says one of the Scorpions over the comm. "Then get out of the way." Interrupts Nikolai, before doing exactly that, jumping ship and landing on the desperately twisting Dire Wolf.

The somewhat dimunitive Gespenst keeps up the thrashing close range assault, mauling with the powered fist while launching point blank missile salvos. Snarling can be heard over the comms, as well as broken half phrases. The effect is almost feral.

The Dire Wolf manages to get its bearings and fire off its autocannon, at least, while the Scorpions are tearing it apart from the back. But is it enough?

IT certainly smashes back the thinly-armored Gespenst, upending it as it seems to spasm from the hit.

A Verfolger, with actual thrusters, boosts it way towards the blue PT, before stopping a distance away.

"I am Star Captain Ranna Kerensky, identify yourself."

"Jim foster with the EFA. I'm uh.... a little lost, you might say."

The Gespenst almost idly turns towards the Verfolger, a languid aspect to it, more a reflection of the pilot than the state of the machine.

"EFA?"

The mech's arm gestures around them.

"You are a long way from the nearest planet, regardless of your origin."

"Yeah that's a thing that happens when you get lost. Earth Federation army, since you're askin. You're not DC or some shit, are ya? You're talking, so you're not an Aerogater, obviously."

His mecha shrugs, seemingly fairly carefree to be floating in space.

"Terra is that way," an arm points to a distant blue dot.

"I am from Clan Wolf."

"Cool. You guys like the Cry Wolves or something? I heard they have all fancy PTs."

He turns and starts slowly jetting towards Earth. Seems he intends to get there with his own reaction mass as his only fuel.

"Neg. We have only recently returned to Terra."

She sounds almost bemused as she watched him jet towards Earth and interrupts, "Halt. We are in the main asteroid belt. It will take you a long time to reach Terra. Let us return to the Werewolf instead and she will bring us back."

Almost on cue, a kilometer-and-a-half long ship appears from behind an asteroid, the Clan Wolf insignia rather obvious.

"You talk kinda funny too. What's up with that? Nice ship, by the way."

A chicken-legged mecha charges in towards the fight, arm-pods unleashing a light-show of lasers upon the enemy forces. One of the enemy units falls down in smoking ruin...\

...but the others maneuver and surround the newcomer, ready to fire at it from all angles.

"Honorless dogs..." The mecha pilot growls. "I will not fall like this!"

Do you wish to help him? Or at least take pot shots at the distracted foe?

[ Jim rather sensibly pots a few of the incoming mecha, punching through a Zaku with a split missile shot from the flank, but otherwise mostly keeps his head down. Seems he is inclined to let the pilot take a great deal of the beating in the fragile real-type ]

[Neither. Derpfestor approaches the Genspenst from behind as a tool! How you may ask? Simple. A practical application of a most ingenious biological mutation called a Neural Parasite! The PT is now more or less a wired toy in the Ball of Derp's control for the next few seconds.]

Tbbbtttthhht! Bwwhhffabhwffabhwffa!

[Derpfestor proceeds to use those few seconds it wrenched the Genspenst out of Jim's control to obliterate anything within range and pushing the machine to limits that its pilot probably didn't even know it had! Of course the moment those few seconds were up, Derpfestor unplugged itself, apparently now bored of its toy and crawling aside, rolling around a ball it found as there were now probably a few hostiles lining up to take care of Jim.]

Tbbbttttttthht...

[There may be a problem here.]

Ohhhh shit.

[ Jim begins a hasty retreat. At least he's gotten a lot of attention. ]

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