“I see it.” Elisa called out as her Beagle probe lit up, presenting a world of information about what was going on. “Multiple bandits on our six. It’s not a move or approach that suggests friendliness either.” Visual was telling her nothing beyond ‘yep, there’s a lot of snow out there’, which made identification difficult and verification of intent liable to come down to ‘wait till they shoot you’. The only good response was to be ready for anything and in position to take what was coming and give better back.<br/><br/>“Strike lance, come about!” She ordered as she spun the<em>Knight</em>, leveling weapons as where one of the advancing ‘Mechs should be. “Maintain formation on my flanks, but do not engage unless fired on or I order it.” This was a worst-case scenario, walking into a potential ambush with two lancemates whom she still didn’t know much about and had never once fought alongside.<em>Just hope that we’re all up to whatever’s coming</em><br/>