Jonathan's response was as dry and bitter as the environment around them. "Don't even get me fucking started on the fucking pirates. Yo-Ho's got a fucking parrot, too. Likes to make people walk the plank. Instead of getting eaten by fish, they break their legs and shit like that. They just-" His voice cut off as an alert on the Reichsritter's own scanners picked up another mech. Cursing like the pirates he despised, the pilot typed in a few commands to activate the electronic warfare systems, firewalls raising and broadcasting a wave of static and false information across all the channels he wasn't using. His heavy monster of a robot switched directions on command, turning at a loping stride toward the newest signal his shield raised and deployed at an angle to defend him from incoming fire. "Oh lovely, company. Need to get in fucking range to use the fucking speakers again, yippee-ass-[i]dammit[/i]."