Sarahs' brain seemed to shut down. It was rather strange sometimes. It was like being disconnected from reality. Almost floating within your body. It had been like that since that shot had barely missed her and it took her quite the time to mouth the words. "Thanks Miss Marlene", as it came over the radio. Static killing her ears. She continued to provide covering fire to aid whatever her CO planned to do. Her Mechanoid was not happy in the slightest with the severe jerryrigging she had done to get him battle capable. "Copy that! Mi.....", Sarahs radio turned to heavy static and Mr. B was beginning to glitch out hard, she had some pretty epic soundproofing, what she didn't realise however is that shrapnel from that explosion had pretty much destroyed her reciever, she could speak but not listen. Not like it's any different mind, it's just that now she has an excuse. "CO....I S...Y ...GGGAIN....RAD....WILLCO!", she pulled back slightly in the alley way, signalled for covering fire to move off to with her mechs hands for cover and then zoomed over to her commanding officer. Following her back around the corner. "Mi....cor........go..th...ma....CONTA...", She had been unsuccessful in holding the cover for Ceceila to move up. Well. A bit worse than that. Sarah had the unfortunate luck to have been behind Cecilia in such a way that as she dived for cover she took the brunt of the autocannon fire. A stray shot broke the mounting for her right wheel. Causing the mech to spin out as it couldn't decelerate in time. It was quite amusing for Sarah as she fell. Operating time remaining, four minutes He just had to remind her. Well. At least she had served as said distraction. She felt a little weird, that was something pretty new to her, she never got caught out like this. At least Miss. Lang finally had the ability to call her on her bullshit. Had her coms not been nearly fried she would have been able to communicate properly.
Another round hit into the joint of her leg, Falling to the floor as stuttered cursing could be heard in the radio. Sarah was a skilled pilot, but nothing could help her right now. In her head she was going over the probabilities which were negatively multiplying as Mr.B's left leg was hurting him. Well. More like nearly non functional. She forced the machine onto it's front and let loose the AT warhead she had been saving towards the machine still firing at Ryder. This is the reason why she didn't like reactive armour. It is real good at dispersing energy. For one shot, then becomes paper Mache. Using her prone position to fire her autocannon into the closest mech to her. The information Mr.B was currently feeding Ms. Cecilia;s tactical layout was currently giving her some pretty flashing lights next to his name. As Sarah was pretty screwed. She could either stop firing and crawl back to relative safety. Or keep firing and possibly blow up. She chose the former. She was pretty sure she had done some damage and began to crawl away from the scene as she was pretty exposed. Two rounds hit right next to her, disabling his main armament. Any hopes of her being able to repair the damage mid battle was shattered with that. His main gun gone she was pretty much a liability in this thing. She would have to go on foot. Maybe she could continue the battle in Cradles headquarters, make sure that Richard was alright. T'was kinda more important than this whole débâcle over what they stole. She managed to get around the corner before Mr.B shut down completely. She popped the hatch and spoke loud and clear on frequency over her plants. "Miss Cecilia. He's dead. I still have the majority of my mortars, I can fire on a designated target before moving off. I wish to make my way to the Cradle building, I have my PDW and some thermal grenades, either way I'm out this fight"
