Recap: Basically, Admiral Maddox's 'Task Force Sabre' were about to clash with an ET fleet detachment as a sort of intimidation method. If the humans win this battle in a decisive fashion, it should in theory strike a blow to enemy morale.

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"Captain, enemy mobile dolls deploying from their carrier-classes!" A watch-stander called up to the captain of the Minerva-class vessel, the 'Furious'.

"All mobile suit teams, be advised: the enemy's smaller vessels seem to be hangars for their remote-controlled mobile weapons. If you can get within range without getting shot to pieces, we'd appreciate if you could knock out entire enemy squads at the same time." The Captain reported over the open comm channel, before tending to anti-ship matters. "Zerenis, Izumi, Lucia... Be careful out there. Maddox's strategies are costly, but effective. Don't die - that's an order."

Maddox's voice blared over the open channel just as the enemy suits finished deploying, "All ships, engage the nearest enemy units and continue advancing through their formation! Don't give them a second to breathe!"

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Izumi Zala in the Saviour Gundam, and Lucia Valentine in the Blast Impulse were flying alongside their team leader as the battle began. Flurries of beams, missiles and railguns were exchanged between the alien fleet, and the combined human fleet.The so dubbed 'mobile dolls' were wreaking havoc among the MS teams that weren't prepared for their speed and killing efficiency, so that problem may have to be addressed before anything else. The least they could do was try and clear a path, and then knock out some of the smaller 'hangar' ships the ETs were using. Fortunately, those ships were in closer range than anything else, but all the fleet firepower was currently focused on the enemy heavy cruisers and battleships.

"Well, boss... This is it." Lucia said, as if expecting this to all go wrong.

Izumi could be heard sighing on her end of the three-way comm channel, "Keep it together, Luci'. Kinda not expecting to die here..."

Zerenis, piloting a black and purple Regen Duel, took aim with his Rail bazooka at one of the Carrier Classes.

"I agree with Izumi on this one; We're not dead yet, and I'd like to keep it that way!" Zerenis said, flying in between the two Gundam units, as he began charging the Bazooka in preparation to fire.

"So don't go flying the white flag just yet Lucia. If Maddox gets it in the neck for this madness, I want to be alive to see him get what he deserves!"

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Calthorn, on the other hand, in a modified Dagger L which he nicknamed "Wraith" and was outfitted with the Noir Striker pack, was fending off a squadron of enemy Mobile Dolls. He was managing to down units one by one, but they just kept coming out of nowhere. Calthorn, however, was determined to take down every single one of the automated units.

"I'm not flying the white flag, I'm just saying.. that.." Lucia started to say, her tone rising as a squad of mobile dolls approached, darting around and opening fire on the three Gundam units, "..this is fucking chaos!" She complained. Having studied the attack patterns of these things, it was a little easier to predict and dodge them before their laser bolts got too close for comfort.

Izumi immediately put the Saviour in it's mobile armor mode and flew around dogfighting with the mobile dolls, mostly the ones who got too close to Zerenis' Regen Duel. "You'd think our ships could just blast the damn control ships, then we wouldn't be in this mess! The sooner those die, the sooner we can support the fleet!"

The two ZAKU units attached to the team supported the defence of their Minerva-class, one unleashing it's powerful beam cannon in the path of any mobile dolls that were on course to do significant damage that the Furious couldn't repel. The Slash ZAKU's gatling cannons were mowing down the enemy with great efficiency. While plenty of mobile suits were armed with beam rifles that fired single blasts, the light armor of the mobile dolls got easily plastered by the rate of fire and the fairly even spread of the twin gatlings. The ship's Captain took note of that... If they survived this battle, Slash packs would do a lot of damage in future engagements.

Zerenis was dodging the enemy fire, each dodge throwing off his aim.

"Damnit damnit damnit..! Get these bastards off me!" Zerenis said, trying to keep his aim steady while the Bazooka charged. Easier said than done when you're under enemy fire and you need to make sure you get a sure hit in.

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Calthorn, meanwhile, was still holding his ground, having racked up several more "Kills", but the fatigue of having to push himself to the limit to avoid getting shot down was starting to kick in, and it was showing. "Damnit... Maddox. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold this position for...! There's just no end to them...!" Calthorn said, sweat visible through his helmet's visor, and he was breathing heavily.

"Trying my best here...!" Izumi responded, switching her Gundam back into mobile suit mode, and slashing a mobile doll in half with a beam saber. How many was that now? Five? There were still more.. they were coming in as reinforcements after wiping out less skilled or unlucky mobile suit teams. Suddenly, the majority began to focus on Izumi alone. Lucia found herself able to breathe again, but her friend was now blocking and dodging a ridiculous amount of enemy fire.

"What.. th.. My head!" Izumi whined, sounding deeply pained. She was jolting the Saviour around clumsily, breathing heavily over the comm channel and.. was she crying? "Stop it! I can't.. take it anymore..!"

The Blast Impulse launched all it's rockets into the mobile doll formation, then flipped it's beam cannons into position and tore through a small amount of them. "Izumi, what's wrong? Get back to the ship, I'll cover you!"

Izumi could be heard almost choking between sobs... What the hell was going on?

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"Commander!" A voice acknowledged Calthorn. Two Strike E units had come to assist him, both of them using Aile Strikers. "We'll give you a hand here, Sir. Let's start shooting these bastards up!" The pilot of one unit said, as both covered Calthorn's flanks to give him some more room to breathe. ...But what he felt next would be horrifically painful, even for an Extended who was trained to endure such trivialties as 'pain'. This was on an entirely different level. His mind and body would feel like ice, his vision would fade or begin to adjust wrongly to everything. It was like existence was rejecting him, just like it was with a certain ZAFT pilot at the same time.

They were the only ones in such pain, and the mobile dolls were beginning to primarily target them.

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"Sir, ...I'm getting some strange energy waves from the enemy flagship. They just deployed a mobile weapon, too. That's too fast to be a mobile suit... It can't be." The watch stander reported, the Minerva's Captain impatiently thumping his thigh. "Maddox, what have you driven us all into?"

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The incredibly fast mobile suit was approaching the Saviour first, which had lost it's shield and was getting plastered in gunfire, while it's pilot screamed in agony. Izumi could swear she heard somebody tell her to 'fall'...

"Zerenis, on the radar!" Lucia called out. "We might need that charged shot of yours!" She suggested. Obviously the incoming enemy unit was something special. "Izumi, hang on!" The Impulse began blasting at the mobile dolls which were busy firing on the Saviour from every angle.

Calthorn was naturally screaming in agony as his head literally ached, as though his brain threatened to burst.

"My head..! IT HURTS...!" Calthorn shouted out, having not turned off the comm link to Maddox yet, gripping the sides of his helmet tightly as he writhed in pain, leaving himself vulnerable to attack. This wasn't normal for an extended to actively admit they were hurting. Especially one who's as skilled as Calthorn. The pains they experience if not given their treatment were generally full-body ones, not concentrated in the head. And Calthorn wasn't due for his for at least another hour or two.

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Zerenis too, was feeling the pain, but it wasn't as extreme as what Izumi or Calthorn were feeling; He could still take a shot. "Lucia... Something's not right here...! Around the time of that enemy unit's deployment, my head started aching suddenly. Whatever it is, I'm shooting the bastard down! Get Izumi to safety, NOW!" Zerenis said, shoving the pain to the back of his mind for now, as he began to line up his shot on the enemy unit.

"At your limit already? That's impossible... What the hell?" Maddox growled, "These energy waves we're picking up are only affecting you, Calthorn. Alpha, Echo, grab the Wraith and get him back on board! Something isn't right here."

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"Izumi, I've got you, everything is going to be alright. You hear me?" Lucia spoke in a tone of worry as she carefully piloted to grab the Saviour. What was left of it, anyway.

Suddenly, beeps and alarms blared out as that ridiculously fast heat signature came within firing range. It went straight for the Saviour, using both it and Lucia's Impulse as a shield against Zerenis' bazooka. Before Lucia knew it, her suit's arm had been taken off, and the Saviour sent flying with a following kick. The ET mobile suit flew up above the drifting Gundam, flared itself to a halt, ...and fired it's twin beam rifles straight into the cockpit. It looked angelic in design, but it wasn't here to save anyone - it came to specifically destroy the Saviour.

There was nothing on Izumi's end. Only static as the wreck became lost in lookalike debris formed from the battle.

Shortly after firing, the angelic mobile suit darted off in Calthorn's direction. Its rifles were already firing as it approached the three human mobile suits, destroying one of the Strike E's before the pilot realised they were taking fire. "Commander!" The other pilot cried, drawing his Strike's beam saber and getting in front of the Wraith. It swung as the enemy flew in for the kill, but was kicked out of the way. The angelic suit drew it's own beam saber then. It was longer than any other, and the beam was green like the ammo used in common human beam weapons.

"Fall..." Echoed in Calthorn's clouded mind as the ET's superweapon of an MS swung, aiming to cut the Wraith in two at the chest.

Calthorn quickly snapped back to reality for a split second, activating the Wraith's thrusters, causing what would've cut both him, and the Wraith, clean in half, to only take it's legs off instead.

"First Lacus... Now Izumi... That is fucking IT." Zerenis said to himself, taking aim at the enemy MS, ensuring a target lock.

"HEY, JACKASS! FORGETTING SOMEONE!? EAT THIS!". Zerenis shouted out, sounding equally as pissed as the time Lacus Clyne was killed, before firing the fully charged rail Bazooka at the enemy unit, and setting to work on charging the next shot, this time aiming for one of the carrier ships.

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Meanwhile, aboard the CSC's flagship, Cronic had issued an order for two Mobile Suits to deploy on an evacuation mission. The two in question were Kenny and Mark, the latter piloting Cronic's ZAKU, who was talking to the pilots via intercom.

"Ok, here's the thing; Ever since that new model of enemy MS deployed, Wraith and Saviour practically stopped moving, and Regen Duel is moving a lot more sluggishly than usual. I'm not sure what happened there, but it's imperative that we rescue the pilots of the immobilized Mobile Suits... Assuming they're still alive, as soon as possible. Kenny, since you've got more experience handling an MS than Mark does, no offense intended, you'll be flying right into the thick of it to secure Wraith and it's pilot. Mark, you're to track down what's left of the Saviour, recover it, and check if the Pilot survived. You have your orders, gentlemen. Get to work!" Cronic said, cutting the transmission

"...Good grief... This was not how I'd planned to spend the day." Mark said, as he braced himself for launch.

"Mark Astaroth, Blaze ZAKU Warrior, Taking off!"

"Wait... Why exactly are we after two pilots in particular again?" Kenny asked, adjusting his headset as he prepared to launch. He wasn't in his pilot suit - the rescue of these two select pilots was top priority.

"Ken here, the Murasame Custom is launching!" He then announced, sparks flying as the jet-like mobile suit was propelled into the thick of the battle. He could pick up the enemy's whereabouts quite easily, as it was a very powerful energy & heat signature compared to all the mobile dolls flying around. He just hoped he could get there before the Wraith was destroyed.

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It's so cold... So painful... Why is it so dark? The sorrowful voice of a girl sobbed. Cronic, Calthorn and possibly Zerenis could hear her, but nobody else seemed to pick up a thing. They were connected, whether they wanted to be or not. It was Izumi, not dead, but very close by now. All she could do was reach out with her thoughts.

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The winged mobile suit flew up and away from the rail bazooka's stream of death, and was about to turn it's focus to the Regen Duel... But it noticed. It's head slowly turned to the Wraith Dagger. That pilot was still alive. It raised both it's rifles and started rapidly firing smaller beams in the hopes to finish the leafless mobile suit off.

"I told you to fall..." That eerie voice penetrated into Calthorn's mind, shortly after Izumi's unconscious crying.

Calthorn, however, appeared to have completely snapped by this point. A scream of anger, not agony, was what was yelled back in return. Legs or not, Wraith still had it's hands, and it's swords. The thrusters on Wraith roared into life as one primal instinct began to dominate Calthorn's mind; Kill. Whoever was telling him to fall would be able to feel that anger, that urge to kill, as he dodged the oncoming beams, rapidly closing the gap on the enemy unit, oblivious to Wraith's low power reserves.

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Zerenis could've sworn he'd faintly heard Izumi, but dismissed it for now, as he took aim with a fully charged rail bazooka shot, and fired at one of the carrier ships.

"Maddox made a hell of a bad call, and he'll pay for it if we survive this!" Zerenis shouted out, readying the next shot.

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Mark, however was en route to the Saviour's last known location, keeping his eyes out for any sign of a wreckage that matched the Saviour's description.

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Much like Zerenis, Cronic could hear the sound of a girl sobbing within his mind, but couldn't recognise the voice.

"...Can you hear me?" Cronic thought, staring out over the bridge at the battleground beyond, trying to respond to Izumi.

"If you can, I need you to tell me where you are right now." Cronic thought, still trying to reach the voice's owner.

"You son of a bitch... GIVE IZUMI BACK!" Lucia screamed, intervening in the battle between an enraged Calthorn and the winged mobile suit with a beam saber thrust from behind it. The machine's powerful boosters kicked in, leaving the Impulse stabbing into nothing but space. Despite Lucia joining in, the enemy drew two of those powerful looking beam sabers and blasted it's boosters once again, aiming to slash the Wraith Dagger to pieces when they eventually clashed.

"...I know you can hear me. I hope you're prepared to die." A voice wrapped in static spoke to Calthorn through a comm channel. The alien enemy could speak so fluently, they might as well be human. What if that was the case? "The enlightened among you cannot be allowed to live," The voice continued, the static clearing up as the two suits neared each other.

That lone Murasame was flying as fast as it's modified thrusters could take it. Kenny hoped he could make it before the Wraith ended up the same as that Saviour Gundam that Mark was trying to find. He was trying to remember why these two were so important... Glitch had said something a day earlier about 'psychic synthesis with mobile suits'. The enemy had singled out these two from every other mobile suit in the sector... Were the two pilots really psychic?

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"It's dark... I'm so cold... So much pain... But... Your voice is a flickering light... Warm..." Izumi thought, her telepathic voice shaking and sad. Unconsciously, she lifted her hand onto the Saviour's damaged controls and pushed on a lever. The thrusters kicked in for just a moment, flickered, and died again. "...But I can't reach it..." She whispered, going completely silent. That small energy signal might be enough to pick up on a more sensitive radar system.

That voice snapped Calthorn out of his fury, if only for a short time. His comm channels to Maddox's ship still open. Shoving past the sheer pain, Calthorn shot forward with his own swords to try to intercept the enemy MS, aiming to impale it on both. "WHY WON'T YOU JUST SHUT UP AND DIE YOURSELF! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!" Calthorn shouted out, his anger returning in full force.

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Sure enough, Mark picked up on Izumi's thrusters. "Boss man, I just picked up on thruster emissions. Faint ones. Could be the Saviour. I'm going in to investigate." Mark said, firing up the ZAKU's thrusters as he shot towards the location of the ruined saviour.

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"Confirmed. Bring it back swiftly, Mark. Leave the MS behind if it would take too long to salvage." Cronic said, going back to trying to communicate with Izumi.

"Just hold on a little while longer; You might not be able to reach that light, but that light may just be coming towards you instead." Cronic thought, his voice filled with resolve.

"I've spent a lot of time and effort ensuring that no-one we urgently need dies on my watch. Damned if I'm going to let that change now." Cronic said to himself.

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Zerenis, meanwhile was continuing his artillery assault on the enemy's carrier ships. Firing every shot he had to try and destroy as many ships as he could, before discarding the Bazooka, and taking out the rail gun. Rather than resume firing on the ships now, he turned to aim at the winged mobile suit, charging up a shot.

"This rail gun may not have as much kick to it as the Bazooka did, but it ought to help keep this bastard on his toes!" Zerenis said, opening a comm channel to Lucia.

"Lucia, Rail Bazooka's empty. I'm lining up my rail gun's cross-hairs on the enemy MS now. I need you to give me a shot."

"Oh I'll give you a shot alright... Target the Impulse's blast silhouette! Don't miss and don't worry about me! ...On my signal." Lucia responded to Zerenis, while the battle started to get thicker with this winged mobile suit. Lucia was just waiting... Waiting for the right moment.

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The winged mobile suit suddenly blasted downwards, avoiding getting impaled on both the Wraith Dagger's anti-ship blades. Just as fast as it had avoided, it blasted upwards and behind Calthorn, swinging it's large beam saber downwards. It was going to cut him straight down the middle. But as fortune would have it, three small beams flew between them, the first two halting the ET mobile suit's attack, and the third blowing the powerful, now deactivated beam saber out of it's hand. If that thing was compatible with human MS mechanics, perhaps the superior beam saber was exactly what Calthorn needed...

"How thick is that damn armour?" Kenny muttered in disappoint over the comm channel, "Hey, Wraithy Dagger? Seems you owe the CSC now..." He said in a lighter tone. "Let's top this bastard."

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There was still nothing from Izumi. No telepathy, no use of communications. Fortunately the Saviour wasn't totally obliterated, but the cockpit had a beam straight through it. Anyone familiar with mobile suit damages would be able to say it straight away: there was little to no hope that the pilot was still alive... But on the off chance that they did somehow survive, the pilot was going to be messed up badly - usually too badly to get to a medical facility on time.

Calthorn spotted the beam saber being blown out of it's hand, as Kenny's voice echoed across the comms, snapping Calthorn back to reality, but his head was still aching like hell. Turning around, he threw one of the Wraith's swords at the enemy MS, then scrambling for the beam saber before the enemy unit had time to retrieve it. "Rgh... Let's hope this thing works. Wraith's running on fumes at this point..!"

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"Not quite sure what you're cooking up, but if it drops this son of a bitch, then I'm all for it!" Zerenis said, setting his sights on Lucia's blast silhouette.

"Just watch yourself, you hear? I don't want to see you go up in smoke too!"

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Moving swiftly, Mark managed to catch a glimpse of what was left of the Saviour.

"Astaroth to CIC, I have eyes on the Saviour's wreckage. Cockpit is compromised. Odds of the Pilot's survival is unlikely. Will move in and confirm." Mark said, moving the ZAKU to within range of the Saviour. Once he was within range, he opened the cockpit, and with a jet pack like device equipped, flew out towards the Saviour's cockpit.

"Good grief. This Gundam got shot to shreds. If the pilot is still alive, I will be impressed. Though I'll have to move swiftly; Given that the cockpit is compromised, the pilot is likely badly wounded. I'll need to get back to the ship as quickly as possible if I want to save that pilot's life."

Kenny's eyes darted around the battlefield, quickly adjusting to what exactly was going on. You didn't need direct communication to tell what was happening. The Impulse was hanging back, a mobile suit far away was about to fire off a sniper shot, and the winged mobile suit was distracted by Calthorn & himself right now. "...I see. Buddy, make sure this guy's back is turned to the ZAFT suits waiting in support. I think we've got a chance... Let's keep him busy!"

With that, the Murasame flew around the ET mobile suit firing off it's beam rifle. The enemy pulled out it's twin rifles and began firing off large beams at Kenny and Calthorn hoping to hit and destroy them quickly. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's getting flustered..." Kenny made a playful comment, dodging the incoming fire flawlessly and trying to draw the enemy suit in one direction - it's back was turned to the ZAFT mobile suits.

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As Mark entered the dark, mostly-melted cockpit block of the Saviour, he would be met with a bright blue Haro that was hovering around the place. It sounded genuinely sad for a little robot, not saying anything but whining like a lost child... Their helmet was cracked, but not shattered, a few splats of red painting the inside of the visor. There was a lot of blood floating around... The left arm of the poor pilot was still attached, but you couldn't make out it's condition due to the bloody mess surrounding it. Overall, they looked safe to move - as long as their suit wasn't compromised. The arm was a problem in that matter, but the rescue MS wasn't that far away. It could be risked, or secured if Mark brought any equipment with him. In fact, there should be some emergency pilot suit fixes in one of the compartments.

"I don't mean to rain on your parade, but I've probably got about 10-15 minutes before Wraith runs out of power and I become a sitting duck. And that's using it conservatively." Calthorn said, evading the shots, but trying to conserve thruster use at the same time, grabbing hold of the Beam Saber Kenny shot out of the enemy MS's hand.

"Let's hope this thing works!" Calthorn said, trying to activate the beam saber as he continued his evasion.

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"...Good lord." Mark said, as he began searching for the emergency suit fixes, and upon finding one, wasted no time getting to work on ensuring the pilot suit wasn't compromised before he tried to move the pilot. "Little robot. Is the pilot still alive?" Mark said to the Haro as he worked, hoping he wasn't too late.

"I can't risk doing anything about that arm medically as long as we're here. If I can get the unfortunate soul back to the ZAKU though, I should be able to sort it out there using the medical supplies I bought with me... If we manage to get that far without getting killed first."

That powerful green beam shot out of the long hilt, connected to the Wraith's energy supply. On that note: it was using a lot of juice just being powered on. The energy reserves on that winged mobile suit must have been incredible, far more powerful than top-of-the-line Gundams that used compact nuclear reactors.

"...Go for the main thrusters on it's back with everything you've got left. If the ZAFT guys are going to snipe this S.O.B, we'll immobilize him as much as we can before they take their shot!" Kenny said, keeping up the fire to cover Calthorn's advance. At full power it should be a swift attack, and Kenny doubted the enemy pilot's ability to dodge all the incoming attacks at the same time.

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"Here it comes..." Lucia said slowly over the two-way comm channel, her fingers itching on the Impulse's controls...

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"Heart rate slow, still stable! There's still hope!" The Haro replied immediately, "Need a doctor, need a doctor~" The little spherical machine continued unhappily, floating up in front of Izumi's helmet. A small compartment opened up and shocked her chest, causing her heart rate to climb slightly. Mark could hear the occasional beeping that you'd get from a heart rate monitor coming from the mechanical sphere. The Haro definitely wasn't made to be a mere pet. It was more like a little guardian angel, from somebody who cared very much about the pilot...

"I'm about the closest thing we've got to a doctor here." Mark said, working swiftly to repair the damage to the pilot suit. Once he'd finished, he spoke to the Haro.

"Ok, I need you to come with me. This MS is a write off, and I won't be able to salvage what's left and get her into proper medical care in time. I need you to ensure that her heart keeps beating." Mark said to the Haro, scooping Izumi into his arms.

"Don't you dare die on me now." Mark said to Izumi, grabbing the Haro before tucking it under one arm while carrying Izumi, as he flew out of the Saviour's cockpit as fast as he could towards the ZAKU without dropping Izumi or the Haro, the latter being especially important, since it could tell him of Izumi's condition, and keep her heart beating.

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"Power drain just sky-rocketed! I've got one shot, and I'm taking it!" Calthorn said, shooting towards the enemy MS's main thrusters, and when he drew close, he swung the saber as hard as he was able to, praying to god the enemy MS didn't dodge.

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Zerenis' aim was steady on the Blast Silhouette, breathing calm despite the aches in his head, the rail gun shot charged to full, his finger on the trigger. All he could do now was wait for the shot.

"So predictable..." The enemy MS came through clearly on all local comm channels, evading the swing of the beam saber nigh effortlessly, it's sudden dash putting it behind the Wraith Dagger. It raised it's twin rifles, ready to make it's kill. The pilot, whoever he was was on a completely different level to any of the pilots here, and his machine was just the same. Calthorn didn't stand a chance from the moment they engaged...

"DODGE!" Kenny yelled. (LOL!) He couldn't do anything to stop the enemy now, unless he wanted to shoot through the Wraith. He just wasn't that relentless... Besides, Cronic would be sure to stab him to death with a fucking spoon if he made such a ridiculous call!

But who's to say backup couldn't change the odds of battle like hell against the overly-confident ET bastard? An unexpected Blast silhouette was ejected into the winged mobile suit's flank, causing it to recoil but remain in the firing path of the railgun. The pilot wasn't all that much of an ace after all, getting shocked like that - he didn't have Calthorn in his sights anymore after that little surprise. "DO IT!" Lucia gave Zerenis the go-ahead, the Impulse would just barely clear the shot, but it was a risk worth taking to bring that son of a bitch down...

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"Gonna live! Gonna live!" The Haro chanted away happily, as if Mark's help made a reading on Izumi's chances of survival. Every now and again it would give it's owner a slight shock to the heart, enough to keep Izumi going, but not enough to piss off Mark.

"Hey smartass! PREDICT THIS!" Zerenis shouted, firing the rail gun shot at the silhouette before the pilot had time to react, which would pierce right through it and the MS if he's lucky, before gearing up for a second shot, just in case.

Calthorn, however, was now practically dead in the water. That Saber had burned up the last of Wraith's energy reserves, and it was drifting away from the enemy MS now as a result.

"If anyone can hear me, I need an immediate evac. Repeat, if anyone can hear me, I need an immediate evac!" Calthorn shouted out over the comms.

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Once Mark reached the cockpit of the Zaku, he sat down in the seat setting Izumi down on his lap, the Haro down on Izumi's stomach, closed up the cockpit, and turned to face the Escutcheon, directing the MS' thrusters towards the cloaked ship, as he shot towards it as fast as he could without worsening Izumi's condition.

"Astaroth to Escutcheon. Saviour's pilot retrieved, but condition is critical. Med team required at the docking bay, ASAP!" Mark said over the comms, awaiting a response.