Knox attempted to calibrate the sensors. After a bit, success. "Boss, I have some unidentifiable contacts on sensors after calibration. They might be the prisoners, but it's a bit scrambled to pick up. How's your view?"
"Yes boss." and he went to the drop bay. Helios Striker hung from it's bay, completely offline. He climbed up and started systems check. He routed the line to his mech's comms. "In position, boss. All systems green." and he grabbed a thermos from under the seat. "And Standing by. (takes a sip) Ick! I forgot I put to sugar in this!"
"Copy that Tiger Four." Tapping a few buttons on his control panel, Skoll brings up the icons for Tiger One and Tiger Three. "Tiger One, Tiger Three, this is Tiger Six. Argonaut just updated our maps, you both catch it?"
"Yeah, but neither me or number Three can actually see the bastards." He muttered over the comms, closely monitoring the greenery. His claw fingered the button, ready to open fire.
"Copy that. Tiger One, link up with Tiger Two and Tiger Five. Tiger Three, link up with Tiger Four and myself. That way we'll have better numbers when we cut them off."
Brae nodded and spoke into the comms. "On my way." Praetorian broke off from the other mech and slowly moved towards the others. She growled as her mech's foot became lodged in a rather sticky patch of mud, and it took a while to get it free.
"Hold your position, Praetorian's having a tough time in the bog, and I don't want to lose you." Brae grunted as her mech slogged through the swamp.
"Understood, Tiger Three." Seeker turned on its torso axis and looked over at Banjo. "Tiger Four, hold position and keep an eye out. Tiger Three is having terrain trouble."
"Understood," Juliana didn't completely cease her advance, but she did slow Banjo's already-languid pace considerably, "Let's hope the enemy are having as much trouble with the landscape as we are."
Seeing Brae's situation, Iral stopped, moving his small mech closer to Praetorian and keeping watch. "With due respect Six, I'm going to stay by Tiger Three until she frees herself. This would literally be the worst time to get jumped, no?"
Brae managed to rip Praetorian free of the mud, and slowly moved towards Skoll and Winters. "Tiger Three on approach. Apologies for the wait. Praetorian um latum vok vetaris."
Stalker Judge split off from Brae, his quick and light frame making his way over to the other two mech pilots. "Tiger number One on the move, following Two and Five's position."
"Copy that Tiger One, tracking you on map display." Seeker torso-twisted to face Praetorian's approach. "Welcome to our merry little hunting party, Tiger three, spotting your approach."
"Acknowledged." Zyreq absentmindedly responded. He was focused on getting his medium mech through the thick swamp while keeping an eye out for any enemy combatants.
Seeker turns back to face Banjo and trudges through the swamp behind the lighter class mech. "This is Tiger Six to Tigers One, Two, and Five. Any sign of enemy contact on your end?"
"Alright, alright. Keep calm. Focus. Getting riled up just because we can't see anything doesn't mean they aren't there." Skoll checked his heat dissipation levels then looked over to his scanning equipment, absentmindedly flicking through the various visual spectrums. "Though to be honest," He muttered under his breath, feeling his own frustration boiling up. "I should probably take my own advice..." Tapping at his communications panel again, he brought up the icon for the Argonaut. "Argonaut, this is Tiger Six. Do we have any new data as to last known locations? Has anything remotely interesting come up?"