"YOU LOST ALL HER WEAPONS!?" his chief engineer shouted as Gerard slumped out of his seat, his heart starting to slow as the adrenaline flowed out of him. The rest of the man's tirade was lost to a near constant buzzing in his ears as the other engineers went to work. The Marauder was in pretty bad shape to say the least, considering the fact that several parts were now either damaged or missing. "Ferme ta gueule," he said as he passed, ever so gently swaying from side to side. The battle with the Rose had left him tired both physically and mentally. Not to mention completely unarmed. To his credit, the head engineer shelved any remaining words and began evaluating the damage even as its French pilot staggered towards the rest of his comrades. Somewhere along the way a steaming hot tin of recaff made it into his hands and he found himself chugging the foul black substance down gratefully, feeling the hot liquid scald its way down his throat. Hearing his name called from the other side of the hangar, Gerard began to shamble his way over, his usually unkempt hair in an even more unreasonable state.

As McKnight began to outline his plan, Gerard kicked an empty crate into position and planted his arse down without ceremony. The recaff grew more bitter the shallower it became but that only served to awaken him further, like an unholy creature was seizing his throat. Looking over at Yuu as their part was explained, he offered her a tired smile and nod before his eyes flicked back to their commander. Of course. His grapple system would allow him some leverage in moving the machines, not to mention Yuu's machine's stupid strength. He tossed the empty recaff tin into the corner where it clattered against a wall. "As a melee unit, I would not mind hijacking the space elevator," he said as he stood up, rolling his shoulder and wincing as he discovered a new bruise, "but I will make do." Those disposable packs gave melee units the worst going as they were often the ones that needed to be the most maneouverable. Then again, being stuck on an enemy planet did not exactly appeal to him either, so he would have to grit his teeth through it.

Taking a deep swig of his flask, it was promptly snatched out of his hands and recapped by his chief engineer. "We've replaced all the major stuff and fitted some plates over the broken armour," he said as he handed the flask back. Looking at his Machine, Gerard was only slightly mortified. Its formerly elegant shape was now marred by gunmetal grey plates riveted on roughly to create an unholy frankenstein of a beast. "We've also rearmed it with stuff from the armoury." He felt a fierce grip on his shoulder. "Don't. Lose. These." Delacroix nedded silently before beginning the climb to the cockpit. As he settled into the seat, the pilor took note of the freshly polished weapons, which broke a stark contrast to the scarred and scorched machine in whose hands they resided. He smiled. You had to take pride in the little things. "Marauder is ready for action," he subvocalised into the comms, "on your mark, McKnight."

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As the Coalition units began to take the field, Delacroix was slightly disappointed that the white and red Rose was nowhere amongst them, although he knew it was for the better. Nevertheless, his fist clenched around his lever. He'd pay her back some day... if not today, then tomorrow. He was snapped out of his reverie by McKnight as he began to bark orders. "Oui, Mon ami," he replied before gunning his thrusters. Significantly faster than both the lumbering Calamity and the cumbersome shuttle, he shot ahead, but turned as he approached the front of the shuttle. Slapping his left hand onto the nose, he felt a small clink as the electromagnet bonded with it nosecone. He smiled. "Hold on marines," he said into comms before turning away, revealing the long line of tough fiber, "You're going for a ride."

Pushing his thrusters to maximum, he began to tow the shuttle along behind him at a speed which it could never have realised alone, although not so much that it was hazardous to human health. It was simply a little boost. He glanced over to the approaching coalition units. They'd make it in time. Probably.