Chapter 69: The Percival In Battle
The squad battle was one of the most played modes in Mech Galaxy Wars. Here, the players would join or form a squad of four mech pilots to battle another squad for dominance. There were other lesser modes that revolved around the squad securing a position.
The team she was in was a team of four. Aside from her, there was another medium mech with gun barrels for hands. She identified it to be a gunner or a sniper type. The other two were both light mechs—one small and carried only a sniper rifle, and the second had a jetpack strapped to its back, indicating that it was an aerial type mech. If Sól was to dictate her role on the team, she would say that she would end up being the main attacking force in the battle.
The other medium mech was a ranged one. The flying light mech, because of its size, would be very fast and maneuverable, meaning it would be a very good support to the team. The only one that did not show any use to the team was the small light mech; its armor looked lackluster, and she doubted their opponents would be light mechs.
Sól sighed within the cockpit of the Percival. The second medium mech approached the small light mech and spoke. "Now what’s this? A little thing like you will only give free kills to the enemy." No one said anything, not even the small light mech that was being addressed. "Just stick with me and you’ll all be fine," the pilot of the cockpit said proudly.
Soon the match started, and they found themselves in an industrial terrain—or what remained of a massive factory that had long since shut down. There were pieces of metal, bricks, and debris around them. The scenery was next to life in its realistic graphics, the sky dark and gloomy with only a single moon and very few stars in the sky.
They soon started to march forward, spreading out slowly over the complex. The other medium mech was the slowest, as it was being weighed down by its bulky armor and huge gun barrels. But it was clear that its pilot preferred the safety of his mech and the firepower it offered over a more competent mech. The aerial mech took to the sky to scout ahead for the enemy. The small light mech moved swiftly across the debris, trying to move stealthily.
The Percival walked forward with grace, its joints hissing softly, its heavy boots crunching on the ground. Its head turned left, then right. Inside the cockpit, Sól had initiated all the mech’s sensors. The heat sensors had yet to pick anything; the sound sensors were the same. The only thing that slowed her down was her huge Gatling gun. It could fire 1,000 shots of compressed heat at its target at a rapid speed, but the thing weighed a lot. Sól had it by her side, at the ready if the enemy appeared at any moment.
A few minutes passed before the aerial mech circled back and spoke to them. "I found them. There are four of them, and they are all medium mechs. One knight, two gunners, and one aerial mech. They seem like a well-seasoned squad, and I suspect they are carrying devastating payloads."
The second medium mech snorted proudly. "Who cares if they are national-level players? As long as they ain’t got a heavy mech, we can take ’em on."