The lance stood and waited for their leader to talk. He let out a sigh and came on the radio. "She's right, men. They've got us and who knows when relief will come. I really didn't think we'd get attacked and this would happen to us." With that, just about every mech shut down and the pilots exited, hands above their heads and scared. The leader, who's mech was smoking still, would kick his window out and lean over the side. Fumes were coming out of the cockpit, like the interior was on fire. "And when you get a moment, rescue me first. Don't know how long until my mech's engine melts down."