"Sending a volley." The doughboy was obscured by white smoke as a volley from the right torso zoomed toward the target at the coordinates. The war heads locked. 15 missiles struck the target engulfing it in a massive fireball. The right torso plate closed as the launcher were reloaded.

....no energy attachs...hm...*she smiles slyly*...just my type....*smirls as she cracks her knuckles and jumps, heading right over it, she holds her right up arm and jabs the enemey mech hard into the ground, she jabs her hand through its armor, and pounds it blankly, till it grabs her arms and headbutts her off, she flys back and stands*...well then...*glares*....did I do any damage?! *little screens pop up around her, she eyes them*...he's getting there guys, keep it up!!!

*the mec at a kneeling position*
*Aerozord firing its gatling gun*

Kane was busy taking careful aim at the target. He selected an armor peircing round, and zeroed in on what looked like the head of the target. As the electromagnets and ion thruster neared full charge, he activated the brace, which extended from his gun and shoulder and clamped into the ground, and without a word, he pulled the trigger, but it moved, so Kane insead drilled a hole clear through the thing's shoulder. The enemy barely moved, so cleanly had the round peirced the armor.

Kane sighed at the miss, withdrew the clamps (which had been forced 1/3 of a meter into the rock behind him), loaded arother round, and took aim again, patiently waiting for his gun to fully charge.

Kane is trying to take it out. Man before I can really help I need a new arm.
*goes back to base to repair*

Jack was getting annoyed at how pretty much every one had done something. "REX to the rescue!!" he yelled annoyingly as the armless hulk jumped up and landed on what was left of the thing. He stomped on it a few more times and then ran away, fearing that it would get back up.

We are royaly screwed aren't we?

The enemy mech spluttered a bit and staggered to its feet. It began moving towards the group again but before it could come within range one of the tripod legs fell off and it collapsed to the ground. The red lights slowly dimmed.

"Damn that was close. Everybody back to base now! Run a scramble formation. We don't want to be traced. We just made enough noise to alert every centauri ship within twenty kilometers."

The left torso closed. "I'm going to need 15 missiles to be built as soon as possible." I'll cover your retreat.

"Will do, boss." Kane withdrew Bill's bracers, activated the ECM suite, flipped open Bill's small wings, and fired the jumpjets for home.

"Team, this is Kane, Boss is right, ECMs on, scanners set to 500 meters, burn for base, And light 'em if you got 'em."