Q took a deep breath in, and then let it out. He focused, not wanting to get this wrong. He rolled from the crate to behind a large metal sheet, probably a chunk of the ceiling. He switched his gun's RPM to 900 and peeked through a crack, aiming slightly below a group o six mechs, opening fire. The 70 shots drained quickly, and he had to hold the gun down to keep it from flying out of his hands. When he opened his eyes, five of the mechs were shredded, while another had moved behind cover. He ducked back down, reloading.