You heard the chatter of other clans, some howling that they were trapped like rats in the maze, but the Defenders of Bunny liked it well enough. Rats may panic in a maze, but bunnies took to the twisting tunnels and light less depths as a treat. This war was a Bunny war.
Jessica sent the probe to her implants, confirming the code read 220ton limit, which was odd, as she was piloting her 220ton lineup in the attack, but her probes kept telling her she was facing almost twice that tonnage defending. How could this be? If intelligence was correct, her foe had chosen to defend at 220ton limit, and demanded all of his foes restrict themselves to that to attack him; and yet, he held twice that tonnage himself? Was this a trick?
Jessica Bradley-Rabbit was over-endowed with many things, her boldness matched only by her bra size, and her red hair arguing that passion rather than forethought was her forte. She didn't over think it. With a throaty laugh, she led her Kerradon "Little Red Kitty" through the gate.
Her two hulking Ogguns beside her she cut loose with her Galaxy Eye as they unloaded their BullsEye rails. In answer the enemy ranks of heavy mechs surged forward. A single mecha drove forward, and his two wing mates collapsed, their circuity cut by the field overrides.
The single mecha faltered, realizing he was alone, and under the combined guns of the Bunnies he came apart. Each rank suffered the same fate, as the defender, in his attempt to bring more tons than he selected to defend with, left himself with a single mecha per rank, while the attackers held three. This wouldn't be a battle, this was an execution. She would have to tell the other Bunnies about this.
Kyra piloted her Namtar "The Lady" through, the atmospherics here really did favor missiles, with ECM being largely dampened, and active missile defenses being almost useless. She had her most powerful missile systems intermixed with her own chosen Ice weaponry, but she held no illusions. The Ten Who Were Taken were like Lady Kyra herself; cold and cruel, favoring ice weapons over all others. For this battle she had equipped a full third of her slots with powerful missiles, but that represented the sum of her missile arsenal; surely a foe that had chosen to defend with missile specialty would boast more, and more powerful systems.
Kyra's rank of Namtars faced Oggun and Namtar in return, and the two sides rocked together in fury. Her Namtar shuddered under the impact of a devastating auto-cannon salvo, even as her wing men took heavy laser hit, and gouts of sun hot plasma. In return, her own mecha launched its feared Arctic Gale, even as Shapeshifter cut loose his Tesla missiles, who howled in to wrap his own, and the Limper's target with deadly armor piercing missiles. Could it be? Could a Clan really set a defender to fight a missile specific field who boasted no missile armament of his own? She would have to tell the other Bunnies about this.
John sat in his cockpit, the information flowed through his implants and he watched it with a cold smile. Over two hundred victories. His own scouting had carried him through the maze, and through his foes with fury and precision. His suspicions were correct. His foe was a powerful and worthy one, but they did not know the ground, and thus they would not know victory. In open field they could well be the equal of the Defenders of Bunny, but they would not adapt to the demands of the Madness Maze, they would not meet the Rise of the Specialists. They fought the old way, and on this ground, it was not enough.
There are bunnies in the maze, beware. They come for you.
Submitted by John T Mainer 28840