Davion Palace
Lieutenant Vassily Kasparov stared out across the grounds of the Davion Palace on Kentares IV to the huge crowd of protestors on the other side of the hastily erected chain link fence 'goddampansy-assed pacifists shits'he thought "Permission to starburst this crowd" He asked again in a surly Russian accent.
"For the last time no Kasparov, we are not firing on the protestors" Command replied in an irritated voice.
"Acknowledged" Kasparov surrendered temporarily. If things got out of hand he was perfectly safe. He was sitting in the cockpit of a Davion-built Shadowcat, originally a Clan designed medium Omnimech capable of fighting well above its weight class due to its firepower and high adaptability. It was a bird-like design with a low, squat torso that held the boxy center torso and wedge-like left and right torso, the cockpit was of his own design: a smooth cone with the canopy bulging out slightly, not unlike the cockpit of a Stormcrow. The mech's right arm held a pair of Clan Medium Lasers, the boxy weapon mount ending in two stubby barrels. The other arm held a Clan Heavy Laser and another Clan Medium Laser. The shoulder mounts carried Clan Streak Short Range Missiles or SRMs. Kasparov's secret weapon was the Clan Long Range Missile mounted unlike most missiles in a rack but in a single barreled launcher, the extra range allowed him to get the drop on his enemies and engage Lights and some Mediums before he came in range of them. Additionally he could guide the single missile 'fly by wire' straight into the cockpit of an opposing mech.
"Holy shit they've knocked the fence over!" came over the comm.
Kasparov looked up just in time to see the crowd of protestors swarming across the Davion Palace grounds. This was as good an excuse as any; he swung the 'Mech to face the far side of the mob and depressed the triggers on the control columns. The Shadowcat's starburst guns roared to life, spitting out a hail of white tracers, the shells burst just over the heads of the protestors delivering a miniature lightning storm to their brains. The static electricity stored in the shells burst out and sought ground through the crowd the first part it hit was their heads, delivering up to 80 000 volts direct to the brains of the protestors. Most simply collapsed unconscious but about twenty died their brains unable to cope with the massive electrical current. Kasparov swung across the crowd creating a cloud front of white discs over the head of the mob. They stopped slowly, still more succumbing to the starbursts exploding overhead, then they ran, piling out the hole in the fence just as fast as they had come in.
"Kasparov you stupid fuck! You are in deep shit…"