The man undid himself from the seat and climbed out into the Haunt's hand, very carefully. He seemed very unsteady, unsure of what to do at first. He looked down in defeat, then back up. "We were just a scout patrol, wasn't really expecting much in this sector." Just as he said that, he remembered something. "Hold on....Command? We do not need support, it was just a misunderstanding. Fall back, over."<br/><br/>"But you said-"<br/><br/>"I know what I said, our attackers don't seem so bad now. We're talking and communicating to them. I don't want anyone to come in and wreck it."<br/><br/>Several minutes went by on the radio. "Roger that, disengaging."<br/><br/>"Sorry about that ma'am, don't want a surprise attack while things are peaceful."<br/><br/>The rest of the pilots felt rather dishonored at first, seems how their enemy fought rather dirty and won cheaply, but being carried around by the Haunts was a new experience for them. The ones carried in the breast really enjoyed it while the ones in the fist hated it. It was all a matter of perspective.