Space appeared to be little more than a blur now with how quick the suits flung through the blackness. The blue Gelgoog was like an angry God plummeting through oncoming fire and taking several insignificant hits while the Kämpfer danced and lurched as it twirled through the oncoming blasts. All at once Romav lost the young pilot just for a moment as he moved and then another blinding light. Kayra had recharged anad fired and the second functioning salamis blew apart from its thruster array sitting dead in the water. At once it seemed as though the battle came to a pause. The Federation pilots sat there dumb founded taking in what just happened in the same way the Zeon pilots did. The fire seemed to consume what few suits were near it including the Kämpfer although it was on the outskirts. It purged the surface clean and left it charred as if baptized in a new life. The temperature sensors went berzerk and sparks flew inside the cockpit but overall the suit held together just fine. "Damn fine shot, Kayra," was all that broke through the silence for a fleeting moment from Romav's suit and then something awful happened.<br/><br/>"This is Ensign Tyrius Garrou of the 117th Zeonic Navy Battalion. . ."<br/><br/>As his speech went on Romav immediately realized what was happening. The beam bazooka that Fettel had been carrying was now in the hands of what was now essentially a mentally unsound murderer. Without hesitation Romav slammed his controls down and lurched towards the Gelgoog but the overheating caused more damage than he had hoped and immediately a series of sparks shot up from the console and the Lieutenant had to reach for the extinguisher while The MS-18E hung momentarily dead in space with nothing but the cockpit to hear his profanity. The suit had essentially powered down leaving Romav cut off mostly from the speech hearing only bits and pieces as he fumed and fought to place a new fuse. The glints of Captain Jaryk came over the intercom but much the same as before it was garbled until the Lieutenant secured the fuse.<br/><br/>". . . Choice but to go along with it."<br/><br/>Whatever was happening the Captain was going to roll with either out of enthusiasm or out of a forced hand. The die had already been cast he couldn't stop Garrou now lest their solidarity be questioned and the possibility of another engagement to come to fruition.<br/><br/>"Twenty Seconds!"<br/><br/>The anger was welling up within Viktor along with worry over what was happening next when at once "All Federation and Titans pilots, stand down. . ." echoed through the comms. Whatever the Ensign's gamble was it had paid off. Romav was flustered over the situation but they had found a way to avoid more death and to acquire suits and that was very welcomed now. This insignificant skirmish wouldn't win them anything so it was best to move on. Take the suits, leave the two Salamis for the rescue teams.<br/><br/>Suddenly the pangs of a headache as if the helmet were shrinking about the Lieutenant's skull and then explosions. The headache threw Romav off balance and he realized that a suit had entered the quiet, the GM with the additional thrusters and it was attacking Garrou. When Romav realized what was happening all he could hear was "Die!" and like that a sun came into view. Or at least something as bright and Romav turned to see the Salamis bubbling and glowing as it's very hull melted under the head of the bazooka spitting out molten metal until, at once, the integrity gave and the ship erupted in a magnificent glow that consumed several suits and pilots that were fleeing from their now abandoned suits.<br/><br/>"No. . .  NO!" The Lieutenant's voice unconsciously spoke, trembling with equal parts fear and rage. The battle was over and it was as though he could feel the countless souls that were now nothing more than dust pointlessly smeared across the hands of the Ensign. "Damn you Garrou. What the hell is wrong with you!? Executing the defenseless is<span style="font-weight: bold">not</span>what we do!" He felt the controls of the suit lurch forward as he moved to engage the blue Gelgoog when the calm fury of Captain Jaryk came over the Comms. His voice was controlled but anger seeped from it like lava. Whatever the headache was that had overtaken the Lieutenant had passed and he moved his mobile suit near the Gelgoog that hung dead in the blackness. Around them minor explosions dotted space as the last few Federation suits burnt out in their noble but pointless stand.<br/><br/>He stared at the forward display for what seemed like an eternity fixated on the blue Gelgoog as it hung as if suspended like a marionette. Viktor's finger hovered over the firing trigger momentarily as he entertained the thought of finishing the fight. Whatever had happened had seemingly paralyzed the Ensign. The weight of the deaths still hung heavily on the Lieutenant and with an almost apologetic tone he spoke to the pilot trying to coax him back<br/><br/>"Come on, Garrou. Let's go back to base. . ."<br/><br/>When the Gelgoog didn't respond he grabbed the suit at the right forearm and gave a few thumps on the thruster to return to the Abyssal Fury to let Garrou rot in whatever hole that Jaryk eventually threw him into.