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An explosion followed by the scream of a sonic boom could be heard overhead as the Wyverne zipped across the sky. Vapor cones formed around and trailed behind its wings as the pilot's squadnet was filled with the high pitched sounds of a woman hurling obscenities and taunts at creatures that could neither hear nor understand her. Practically as deadly as her missiles, some of her more colorful insults could've even made a sailor blush. Clearing the skies above them was a tall ask of two fliers, but they were managing, as jetsam after jetsam exploded in balls of fire, debris raining down on the heads above them. 

[color=palegreen]"Fuck! Shit! Fuck! I've got one- no, two on my tail!"[/color] A panicked voice cut through the midst of Sabine's chatter. His lit up name on the tacnet identified him as 'Hefron', the other flier in their small ad hoc unit. Sabine glanced over her shoulder and spotted him, his mech trailing after hers, a pair of Jetsams on his ass. His machine was a bit older, and it's shoulder thruster was currently leaking smoke and sputtering as he took a burst of laser fire to the back. Damaged, but still intact, still in the fight. [color=pink]"Increase speed, maintain course, I've gotcha."[/color] Sabine cut in, her voice clean and crisp- a marked difference compared to her sailor swearing just moments earlier. As the two jetsams lined up behind Hefron to put him down, Sabine cut speed and yanked up on her controls. 

The Wyverne's nose pitched up, the mech suddenly cutting to a fraction of its speed as Sabine initiated an impromptu cobra maneuver, loosing a missile simultaneously. Hefron and one of the jetsams rocketed by her, the jetsam flew headlong into the missile, exploding in a ball of fire, the explosion scorching the armor both Sabine and Hefron's mechs, but superficially at most. The other jetsam found itself with a 30 ton mech flying into its face as Sabine shifted the Wyverne back into its biped mode mid maneuver. A beam saber in the Wyverne's left hand sprang to life as the two machines collided. Sabine's cockpit rattled as the jetsam fired its laser cannons wildly, a few shots scoring hits on her, warning signs flying across her HUD before the Wyverne silenced it with a stab into its core. 

The jetsam's core sparked and flared, as Sabine punched her controls and kicked off of the abberrant, strafing away as it exploded. 

[color=pink]"I do love me some clear skies,"[/color] Sabine chuckled, [color=pink]"Hey Howie, did you see-"[/color] Sabine's voice and face on the comms disappeared in a wash of static as the shrimp fired, it's waves of light cutting through the area and interfering with the comms for a split second. Just the backwash of the blast was enough to nearly send the fwo fliers into a tailspin. Sabine whistled low as the shrimp made itself known. [color=pink]"Well that's an unpleasant little fucker, isn't it?"[/color] 

The commander's voice finally cut through the din. They were going to have to split their already thin forces into three. Well, their odds were already bad, but desperate times heralded desperate measures. The damaged mechs were staying in place with the infantry to hold back the tide, with Howie at their lead. Rudis was taking a few to handle the Shrimp before it vaporized their static position. Which meant...

The Wyverne screamed to ground level, shifting to its biped mode and landing with a heavy thud, its rotary gun opening up to clear the immediate area and give the men and women on the ground at least a modicum of breathing room. Its massive thrusters flared, ready to kick off at a moment's notice. She was going for the princess- Sabine didn't much fancy her chances as a solo aircraft flying into the shrimp's AA guns, and while valiant last stands were fun, they didn't exactly suit her mech's specifications. 

[color=pink]"All aboard bitches, we're going hunting!"[/color] Sabine's voice drawled over both the squadnet and her external speakers. [color=pink]"Take care of the boys, Kirkie- don't die yet."[/color] Sabine called out in a sickly sweet voice, swapping back to the squadnet, [color=pink]"I want to go duty-free shopping at the spaceport after this, and it'd be nice to have an entourage."[/color]