<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Ghost_zpsc7908c1a.jpg)</div><br/>"Get the fuck off of me!!!"  Allia screamed as she slammed the shoulder of Ghost into a large rock outcropping.  Pinning the toad to the wall, she reached her right arm over with her ER Medium laser, blasting the Falcon Elemental at point blank range in the torso.  The lasers continuous azure beam of light concentrated on the large soldiers torso until the light burned away armor and flesh.  Pushing harder with her shoulder, the plates of armor on her shoulder and the hundreds of thousands of pounds of pressure Ghost could produce finally popped the Frogs head with a red spray.  Pulling back, she let the last of the soldiers she'd been fighting fall to the ground, broken.<br/><br/><strong>"Stri.....ance.....ch....in!</strong>As the communication came in, she sighed in frustration as she realized the Frogs had seriously damaged her comm system.  Allia had hoped she'd have a moment to breath after this last fight but it seemed the only relief she would get was flashing crimson wire diagram of Ghosts body, her ability to move was still intact....for now!!  "FUUUCCKKK!!!!"  She screamed to no one in particular as her console display began flickering on and off along with all of the systems and lights.  "Fucking Frogs must've hit my command relays or my power distribution nodes."  Allia took a second to wipe the sweat from her head as she surveyed the situation.  What little she could see of the company on her sensors showed they had finally broken the inner edge of the forest and were moving back, the assaults and heavies providing cover.<strong>"Gh....w..f.....P...pers...s..tus?</strong>The crackling broken calls did little to calm her mind and even less to wipe away the image of her partner Chiles' Battlemaster exploding in a flash of sun light.  This had really been the first chance she'd had to mourn Chiles since the Gryfalcons and Elementals jumped them.<br/><br/><strong>...ll ...uns....fa...ack to posit.....scar.</strong>The call pulled Allia back to reality as she pushed Ghost forward through the dense trees, keeping her shoulder to the rock formations that bracketed their southern route.  She couldn't help but shake her head as she continuously tried to activate the comm systems and respond.  The Frogs had made quick work of her comm suite removing her ability to call out.<br/><br/><strong>" “Br..o...ree ....down!  .....ok...t for......ey’re on us!”</strong>Slamming her hand down on the command console, the lights to flickered for a moment then switched on.  Surveying her damage she knew a headlong run into the flank of the Clan mechs attacking the retreating company wasn't likely going to do much good with one ER PPC and a ER Medium Laser and an almost broken leg not to mention the reason they had picked this extract point in the first place, a headlong run through the dense forest would severely hamper movement and long range strike.<br/><br/>A feeling of loneliness and despair fell over Allia as she started moving towards the rendezvous point, cut off from her unit and lance, all she could hope was that she met them before she met the Falcons.