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Jay barely had time to consider how Tara had gone from the friendly, carefree nurse he’d know all those years ago to the ruthless killer he’d just witnessed – one of the best friends he’d ever had, now someone he didn’t know at all, when the battlemech joined the fight.
The thing was huge. And crashed into the trees as if from nowhere.
“MOVE IT!” he yelled to everyone in earshot.
Jaxx/ Franky stood his ground for a moment, swinging his chains.
“That means you too Jaxx!” Jay shouted again. “Now!”
Jaxx glanced at Jay and back at the mech, and decided that Jay was probably talking sense and made off in the direction the others had ran.
“Try to scatter!” Jay yelled after them. “Give it more targets to worry about that one big, easily massacred group!”
He wasn’t sure anyone had heard him, but regardless, scatter they did though this didn’t seem entirely voluntary from what he saw as he ran.
Suddenly, something caught his eye.
The speeder bike he’d acquired earlier lay on it’s side on the jungle floor. Abandoned when he’d been forced into combat.
The mech was scanning, searching for a target. The heat signatures of the rest of the crew keeping it busy for now as it tried to lock onto one. It’d only be a matter of time before the pilot noticed he was still in the area.
He unhooked the bikes tow cable from the sled they’d built for the others and it whizzed back into it’s housing in the bikes rear faring.
He lifted the bike and clambered aboard, starting the engine.
The mechs pilot immediately became aware of his presence and the machine turned to face him.
It opened fire with it’s mini-guns leaving a pile of splintered wood as it hit the trees behind the now-empty spot where the bike had been seconds before.
Jay accelerated hard, zipping past the mech. Which spun around behind him struggling to keep up with the bikes speed and Jay’s skill as he nipped between trees.
He spun around in a complete circle. The mechs miniguns lighting up the forest in a sweeping arc as it felled trees in a wide circle.
Jay narrowed his circle, and the jungle was filled with the tell-tale snapping of falling trees.
Closer and closer he got, as the mech continued to spin, slicing down tree after tree after tree with it’s guns. At the last moment, he sped away, pulled a u-turn and blasted back under the mech’s legs dropping the bike to the ground for just a second, sending mud splattering up the mechs front and blocking out much of it’s sensor array. Before the pilot could switch to another sensor mode, the trees nearest to it fell inward almost all at once and came crashing down on top of it. Knocking igt backward and pinning the maching under tonnes of solid wood.
Jay knew he had little time. It wouldn’t take long for the pilot to get his bearings and make the mech break out of it’s makeshift prison, with little effort.
He pulled up just off the top most part of the mech, which was now at a right angle to the ground and launched the bikes tow hook. It latched onto the escape hatch and Jay pulled away, yanking it off.
He leapt off the bike and grabbed the rifle stowed on the side of the bike, aiming it at the pilots now exposed head.
“Out” he said, firmly.
The pilot hesitated, so Jay grabbed him by the collar and yanked him out forcibly.
“Wheres Plisken?” he barked.
The pilot remained silent.
“Not a talker eh?” Jay said. “Well…we can change that…”

*** 30 minutes later ***

The pilot screamed.

As would anyone, strapped haphazardly as he was with a speeder bikes tow cable to the front of a 2-storey battle mech as it sprinted through a thick jungle with Jay at the controls….
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