Kaz stayed calm, despite the situation he had found himself in. He forced himself to remain calm, but the fear was always there, trying desperately to gnaw on his heart. Just like every time before, however, he kept it at bay by just focusing on the problem and doing what he did best. His hands move without having to think about it; everything he did was done on impulse. Normally one might consider that a bad idea, except that his impulse was correct nearly every time. His movements were natural reactions and they came completely by reflex. It was as if it were the mech flying in space, but himself instead.<br/><br/>It was impossible to dodge every projectile, forcing Kaz to use his weaponry to reduce the threat of larger pieces of floating debris. Some rocks were hammered with the repeaters mounted on the shoulders until they were little more than dust, while small rockets were fired to change their trajectories, diverting them away harmlessly. He found a half-second of relative peace, then took one hand off the controls and activated the Dart. The flash of light came, along with the pop, and he was instantly moved to another location. Jump after jump followed until the final jump landed him outside of the storm. Kaz could still see the cloud of rocks, but he was no longer in any danger. His heart rate began to slow and his vision began to open up on the sides, after the adrenaline narrowed his view. Right where he needed to be, he turned his rig and maneuvered into the hanger, setting it down gently before beginning the spin-down process.<br/><br/>Once cleared, Kaz exited the mech and descended down the hanger floor. There was anger in his eyes, though his movements were just as calm and thought out as they always were. Someone had missed an asteroid cloud, and no small one at that. It could have been the sensor officer on duty, or it could have been the person responsible for plotting the route. It could have been Shira herself, though he doubted that was the case. Either way, he was pissed, and he had no intention of working for the rest of the day, especially after almost losing his life. He marched toward the elevator that ferried passengers either up to the control room, or down and out of the hanger entirely.