<strong>Everett Yoshikawa<br/>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Wobbling slightly, Everett grabbed hold of the outstretched hand of Hiro's Spider and used it to steady his balance as he climbed to his feet - not pulling too heavily, or else he'd just end up yanking the much lighter 'Mech down on top of him. Once he was sure he wouldn't just topple over again, he looked over the damage boards to see how badly he'd screwed himself up. Overall, it wasn't terrible. Nearly all of his front armor had been rather literally sandblasted off, and his back armor was fairly beat from LRM shrapnel as well, but he'd amazingly survived without any noticeable internal damage. But then he dry-spun his autocannon, and halfway through its turn it locked with a grinding screech loud enough to hear through his cockpit glass. The entire mechanism, naturally, was packed thick with sand and dirt; out of commission until the unit Techs could scour it clean, and that meant he was out of commission as well.<br/><br/>Luckily, the enemy was in far worse shape - calling for terms even as he stumbled upright, and abandoning their now-doomed Combine reinforcements. Using an ultra autocannon to swat Bulldogs and Partisans would be the proverbial sledgehammer against mayflies, luckily, so his removal from the battle-line wouldn't be crippling.<br/>"Butterfly to Defiance. No bones broken, but my only weapon's out of commission. Falling back to the dropship now, have fun with the crunchies."<br/>Once Kari had acknowledged, he turned and set off for the<em>Dark Star</em>at a lope, watching his gauges all the way back in case the damage sensors hadn't picked up something important.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Everett Yoshikawa<br/>Santa Prisca Desert, <em>Dark Star</em> Drop Zone<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><br/>Thankfully, his IFF transmitters weren't damaged in the least - otherwise, he wouldn't have gone anywhere near a fully functional Trutzberg in overwatch mode. But the gunnery officer waved him in, and he plodded his way up the ramp and into the holding bay. The Captain probably wouldn't call for a fast dust-off, since they'd whacked the Combine's primary staging base on the continent. But if the airfield they'd just decapitated was rated for Dropships, Dark Star might go to pick up the salvage and lances rather than having them return overland. Either way, it meant a little more time for the techs to start on cleaning his gun, and first dibs for him at the showers. Life was good.<br/><br/><br/><br/>