Graff's sensors and communications filled with static as the Bastion dramatically changed the electrical charge of the base behind him.  Then the next thing he knew the surviving suits of Battle Armor turned to flee.<br/><br/>The next thing he finds, through the pounding in his head and pain in his back due to the whiplash, is Erich giving him praise for keeping his lance intact.  Not that he feels he's really deserved it after panicking and almost sending his mech to the ground.  He did feel relieved when he heard Walter voice over the coms once again and relayed the perimeter order.<br/><br/>Trying to regain his composure he flicks back to the lance frequency, "O-ok guys, it looks like MacLeod is alive.  *throat clear* Lets set up a perimeter around the Bastion, Ninja and Little Bit I want you paired up in a 10 km past the mountain.  Harlequin, form on me and we will patrol 5km out.  Stay in pairs and if you see anything radio it in and make for the dropship."