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The two Dodais labored over the vast South American jungle, their engines screaming to support the weight of the Dom Funf and the Gouf. Cervantes sat comfortably in the cockpit of the Dom Funf, 880mm Raketen Bazooka resting eagerly in the hands of the mobile suit. He and his wing mate, another private from Zeon's TAF named Rick Rogers, planned to pay a little visit to a relatively undefended Federation Medea convoy. Cresting over a rise in the jungle below, both mobile suit pilots spotted the heard of bright yellow airlifts, five in total, keep a steady eastern pace. "Cover me," Cervantes ordered. "I'll hit the lead Medea, and you take out any measly Tin Cods that get in the way." "Roger," Rick replied. 280mm bazooka in hand, the Gouf gave the Dom Funf a thumbs up, and the two Dodais streaked towards the convoy. "Contacts!" yelled the radar operator of the Medea Picasso. Matilda Ajan briskly walked over to the operator's console and examined the screen for herself. "Indeed. Two cyclops's on flying carpets," Matilda announced. "It could just be them for now. Launch the Cods and scramble the convoy south, back towards Rio de Janero." "Yes, Ma'am!" the operator replied. "Fighters are launching," Rick said casually. "Indeed," Cervantes replied. Grinning, he powered the Dodai forward and readied his 880mm Raketen. A formation of Tin Cods swept northwards towards the approaching Zeon mobile suits. Raising the massive bazooka, the Dom Funf fired, sending a large bazooka round streaking towards one of the approaching Tin Cods. The round zipped forwards and impacted against the Federation fighter craft, annihilating it completely, debris falling to the jungle below. Cervantes whopped, and pulled his Dodai into a sharp dive to avoid a volley of missiles from the Tin Cods. Diving and dodging, the Dom Funf broke through the small cloud of Federation fighters, heading straight towards the nearest Medea. The Medeas were already heading south, their large engines powering them onwards as well as the fear of death. Behind him, Rick began unloading his 280mm bazooka. While nowhere near as impressive as the Raketen, the Gouf was still effective in downing an enemy Tin Cod before taking a volley of 25mm vulcan rounds, peppering his blue mobile suit was bullets. Raising his Raketen, Cervantes lined up a shot towards one of the Medeas, firing. The 880mm bazooka round lanced forward, moments later striking against the yellow Federation airlift, but only resulting in light damage. Cursing in Russian, Cervantes was forced to dip his Dodai, avoiding another pair of Tin Cod missiles. "Shit, Rick, get these Cods off me." "No can do," Rick replied, sending his Dodai into a rapid decline, desperately trying to avoid more Federation fire. "They're everywhere!" The rest of the Tin Cod swarm, noticing the Dom Funf firing on the Medeas, quickly turned their attention back towards Cervantes. He was able to dodge another missile, only to be struck in rapid succession with 25mm vulcan and missile fire, the missiles impacting heavily on his Dom, shaking the young pilot. "Fall back, quick!" Cervantes ordered, bringing the Dodai around. Another missile struck against the back of the Dom, furthering damaging his mobile suit. "They're retreating, Ma'am!" the radar operator announced on the small bridge of the Picasso. "Excellent," Matilda replied. "The Tin Cod squadron is requesting pursuit." "Recall them. Don't want them over pursuing, and we have to reach Rio de Janero. Don't want any other unfortunate encounters with Zeon force." Cervantes Zuhr: 8 VP, 3 Days Damaged |