Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141106174023/@comment-24828824-20141124193640

"Oh shit, Maxwell! You're getting too close to the base! Get back here!" a voice called out on the radio to his comrade, the reply was almost complete panic.

"He just keeps coming, I can't get this guy off m-"

Tthe fighter that corresponded to the voice on the radio erupted in smoke and then bright vermilion fire as his fuel tank ruptured, and shortly after that an explosion scattering smoking pieces of metal across the fields just outside Bastion, too close to the defensive perimeter of the fortress, desperately trying to evade the red and black fighter that had been hounding his squadron.

Merel had been darting in and out of the swarm of Heavenly Adonus aircraft, hounding the targets and driving them closer to the base while evading more missiles than she could keep track off, thankfully her own machine was surprisingly agile for its size and the forward swept wings gave her the edge in these dogfights.

Her enemy had underestimated the response time of Bastion’s defences and was now trapped on the fringe of the battle, trying their best to complete their assigned missions while not entering the kill zone of the autocannons and machineguns that ripped apart metal like it was paper. In the confusion troops were dropped too far from the walls to take action and Merel had even seen a MS carrier just drop the mobile suits it carried in the forest before they could prepare their landing, falling like a brick a good hundred feet and likely already out of commission from the fall. However what the HA force lacked in finnesse and order it seemed they could well make up for in numbers and sheer determination.

Thankfully with the sniper fire from Faye Merel could keep up her attack runs in the HA air force. Sniping targets of opportunity on the ground or in the air herself with her beam rifle and nose cannon and moving in on a fighter's 6 o'clock while raking across their fuselage with her quad machineguns and dorsal beam cannon. She did not always stick around to confirm a target being destroyed but no aircraft escaped her notice without at least crippling damage to their engines or cockpit, forcing a withdraw or a crash to take them out of the fight just as well.

After another pass through the enemy force she returned back to the perimeter of Bastion with a particularly Driven pilot on her tail who did not expect the beam that shot so very close by his target. and with that a considerable number of the enemy fighters had been shot down by Merel and Peter, and a good amount of the drop ships too.

Merel made a broad turn over the fortress and searched for the next targets she should bombard with her beam weapons and machineguns. her missiles had not yet been fired, Merel prefered to save them for critical targets that required the firepower of her highly explosive payload, if the ground forces managed to overwhelm Bastion's MS corps she had two incindiary bombs ready, along with six highly accurate air to air interceptors. however for now it seemed she could rely on just her standard weapons, for now.