Star Commander Michael Showers dropped his crosshairs over the rear torso of the Steiner Pillager, as the Inner Sphere Mech wandered by oblivious to his imminent death. He quickly reconfigured his FCS to group everything he had into one salvo, and he gently squeezed the trigger. The Gauss Rifle in his Atlas IIC's right arm spat out a 120kilo slug, right into the center of his opponent's back. Armor shattered from the impact, and he watched as several support braces snapped, giving the enemy a hunchbacked appearance. Seconds later, a laser burst burned through the air, barely missing the Pillager's head. The PPC his Mech carried vaporized nearly a ton of armor off of his opponent's left arm, and Showers smiled as he "walked" his Ultra Class-20 autocannon up the already crippled Mech's back, snapping more supports and ending the Lyran pilot's life as he poured rounds into his cockpit.
His heat levels spiked sharply after the deadly barrage, but he didn't care. His active probe showed no more enemy forces-- his Clan had won the day. Suddenly, he heard the whine of rotors, and twisting the torso on his 100 ton behomoth, he caught a glimpse of a Sprint VTOL. "Fool," he thought. "You are unarmed, you cannot hope to destroy me. You are only equipped for target designation... uh-oh!" Warning sensors flared in his cockpit as he realized he was being painted. Looking frantically around, he saw the massive swarm of LRMs headed his way. It was the last thing he ever saw.