Reb was barely half way to hangars when red lights flared and the alarm went off. Immediately he started trotting towards his mech as fast as possible, gulping down yesterdays sandwiches along the way. Due to his short stature it wasnt long till he heard the running steps of much faster pilots behind him. "[i]Oh come on! Even with headstart you guys make me look like late responder![/i]"
Reb doubled his troubled running and arrived at hangars more or less the same time as others.

Short jump trough non-gravity he was at his mechs chest and clambered in to cockpit, anticipating to return finishing maintenance he had left sub systems running, that would give him bit of a headway. Systems checked green and he gave the OK to hangar crew.
Mark-005- began sliding into one of each mechas private airlocks that prevented all crew getting spaced during quick launch.
"[i]Reb Manning and Heat Jack ready to launch! Lets give em hell boys and girl![/i]" He knew they had no confirmed enemy contacts yet but Reb was a sucker for extra motivation trough comms, probably the only thing in common with him and the earthborn Daniel "Noize."

He inhaled deeply of his mechas air supply as he entered space, he knew he couldnt really smell space but the feeling of entering ones natural habitat was very real for him. "[i]Im setting defensive parameter around portside engines.[/i]" Xeon III had state of the art engines, efficient, powerful and well armored so most of the time they could be left undefended without second thought. But Reb had much more experience of pirate thinking than he would ever tell anyone else, engines were the first to go, armored or not.

Reb and Mark-005- took hold of Xeon III´s side to eliminate his own drift that was quite a large factor when firing in space. He could almost feel his gun heating up to near dangerous levels, ever ready to shower anything that moved with plasma projectiles.
"[i]Come out wherever you are. I can smell you.[/i]" Well of course he couldnt but that was the feeling in his neck.

Thats when his comms rang the message from ms Wells: "We´ve got an unknown at point 3765"
"[i]WHAT?![/i]" Reb almost surprised himself with his own yell, his custom scanner quickly picked up on the announced unknown and all of his previous assumptions about the situation flew out the window.
He announced to his team over the comms: "[i]Careful with this one guys, I dont think thats an pirate...[/i]"