Posted 05 November 2013 - 09:40 AM

“Hahaha, BAM, did you see that ‘Phract-get-Pulted? Right outta the air!” shouted Leigh Voss with glee, her Catapult , mid-air, shooting down an opposing Cataphract (also midair.)“Stay off the comms Voss! Bravo Lance, what is your situation?” replied her Commander, clearly annoyed at her clowning in live combat.“We are fine, I’ve just pushed through their left flank!” she replied, grinning a grin reminiscent of her Mech, the ‘Jester’ “How the hell are yo-““WOO! Highlander down, where’s your DFA now, you slow ba-“ she yelled in reply, having pushed not only past the left flank, but behind it. Her brightly coloured Catapult soaring over the enemy line: twin large, medium, and small lasers coring out the Highlander from behind.“VOSS! STAY OFF THE COMS! Bravo are you close to Voss?” the Commander yelled back, clearly unable to deal with Leigh and her unorthodox (and borderline insubordinate) style.“We’re right behind her Sir, not much left to take out, their left flank has disintegrated.”“Speaking of disintegrated, check out that Shadowhawk – he went down with no arms OR legs!” she replied with a smarmy undertone.The Commander didn’t bother replying, and to be honest, her seemingly-suicidal charge having broken the entire left flank of the enemy, and their centre and right flank were both retreating.“This is Charlie lance, enemy Jenner and Raven down, they’re in full retreat.”The Commander looked at the retreating enemy ahead of him, firing his weapons into the back of an Atlas, removing its right torso and arm in a dull ‘thud’ he heard even 400 metres away. He’d heard about this pilot – Leigh Voss and her bizarre brightly coloured Catapult ; grinning cat face on the front – but never imagined she would be this difficult to command… or this difficult to deny her skill.“Confirmed. Alpha lance also advancing, all lances forward.” He sighed, happy they were going to win this, but at the same time…“Told you it’d be fine Sir! I’m already just outside their next line, attacking now!”