*Letâ€™s kick some ass...* Angela thought to Krato as they looked at the pilot, who looked like he had more of the genetic treatment then she herself had. Shrugging it off for now she focused on the task at hand and that was destroying the last gunner.<br/><br/>Angela finally managed to get through the hail of missiles, her blades charged, engines gunning as she powered through the thick armor and hull of the last heavy gunner. As she floated a safe distance from the gunner while it exploded she did a check on her systems and on the rest of the battle. Seems like the Hornet got banged up pretty bad, the Stalking Cat took some rough hits but otherwise they were fine; everything seemed to be order and she was preparing to return to the ship when she caught Jaredâ€™s transmission.<br/><br/>â€œNo my sensors areâ€¦â€ but that sentence cut short as she basically became blind to the world around her, â€œWhat the fuck?â€ she growled in annoyance. *Krato?*<br/><br/>*I am not sure what is wrong either Angelaâ€¦we were fine just a second ago whenâ€¦* Krato was cut short as something bumped into them from outside.<br/><br/>*Krato what wasâ€¦* this time Angela was cut short by an explosion across her back that rocketed her mech forward, making it tumble through space. Alarms were going off throughout the cockpit, â€œI know we were fucking hit!â€ she shouted to the automated alarms as she struggled to get the Stalking Cat to right itself. Just as she was getting it stable again she felt another bump on their outer hull, not waiting around this time she hit the thrusters to try and move out of the way but only managed to save herself from not being destroyed completely when the cockpit took almost the full force of the explosion. Angelaâ€™s vision swam as she drifted in space, Krato taking control and righting the Stalking Cat as he activated the cameras on the outside to manually scan the area.<br/><br/>*Eylandra. This is the Stalking Cat. Be advised we have mines. Repeat there are mines in the area* Krato sent to the ship while he worked at piloting the Stalking Cat back to the ship, Angela lay groaning in the pilot chair a gash on her head bleeding down into her left eye, a portion of her t-shirt stained a darker color from a wound that was still hidden beneath the fabric.<br/><br/>â€œWhen did our shields go down?!â€ Captain Troy snapped at her crew as they rushed to figure out what happened to them. â€œAnd our sensors canâ€™t get a lock on anything outside but the Stalking Cat is reporting that there are mines floating out around out there!! How the fuck did a simple defensive maneuver go from standard to this shit?!â€ she asked looking about the bridge all the officers there avoiding her gaze. â€œDonâ€™t everyone volunteer at once now!â€ she growled in displeasure before taking her seat once more. â€œOpen a channel to all mechs outside the shipâ€¦â€ she waited till the communications officer nodded, â€œThis is the Captain. All ships return to the ship immediately. This goes for you unknown craft as well. WE are preparing to do a jump to get out of here before those mines can hit the ship and do some damage to us while our shields are downâ€ with that she cut the link and then alerted the personal on the ship that they were going to be doing an emergency jump. No sooner had she done that the ship shook as a mine was triggered, reports beginning to pour in from all the ship of breaches in the hull and the casualties they were already suffering.