Reb was nervous as all hell now. While working for "Roses of Pluto" he had fair share of pirate tactics and strategies, ranging far and wide from full on assault to sneaking into ships dressed as space nuns of the holy order of Jupiter.
No one had ever just sent an single mecha to silently stare an ship and release a- what was that anyway? Was it gas? In space?
If its purpose was to have them on the edge of their seats it was working wonders!

Reb commed Marsha and the others again: 
"[i]Lets just light it up and be done with it! No pilot I have ever known is that dense to communication attempts except if they are planning something VERY nasty![/i]