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The Firestarter spewed a blazing arc of fire through the sky as the mech toppled over backwards. It hit the ground with a resounding thud.
"OPEN FIRE!" Fang shouted.
Fang and Slouch volleyed their mech's Long-Range Missiles at the Scorpion peering over a hillside further south, but it dropped...
Ember's eyes flickered with delight as an explosion ripped through the burning building.
"Can't take my eyes off you for a damn minute, can I?" Fang grumbled over the comms.
"I just lit this lil' shanty ablaze and BOOM!" She hollered. "Ya think they'll all do that?"
"Holy hell, I saw that...
Battletech – Like Fine Wine
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Klemens leaned over the driver's seat and scanned the dashboard. With the flick of a switch, the Slipper ZX-series hoverwagon's sunroof slid open. A torrent of warm winds rushed after it, whipping...