"Boy does my head hurt," sighed Jonathon after getting back to the 741st's base.
He sat at his computer filling out his after action report. "Once again the modified Phoenix Hawk LAM performed flawlessly. Heat was manageable and even penetration of the armor in the right torso did not prove to be catastrophic."
"Looks like I'm seeing 2 screens here," Jonathon grumbled to himself. "They're going to call this the St. Valentines Day Screw-up' for what we did today. What was I thinking? Going head to head with a Battlemaster of all things, especially one that was modified more than my 'Hawk!" As he types his vision gets blurrier. "How did a backwater commander like Ney get his hands on that much state-of-the-art equipment? That monster had to be sporting at least 4 Medium Pulse Lasers and an ERPPC. It also ran cool enough to have double strength freezers on board."
He wiped the sweat off of his brow and continued.
"That head shot may have done more damage than I thought. I can't believe that I let that $%^&*)*& Jagermech get to me. I was so pissed. And I took it out on one of our own. I hope that Dervish pilot is ok."
Now, feeling nauseous, Jonathon tries to get up. He doesn't make it to the door as he collapses....