<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn  <strong>:Name</strong><br/>Her Shadow hawk, city <strong>:Location</strong><br/>all <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br/>Hearing the command to pull back Miyoko gladly turns and runs  as fast as her mech can manage, the heat inside at least bearable now that she no longer is firing her weapons. A quick glance shows she is getting low on long range missiles but hopefully she wont have to fight much more specially with the priceless loot she had stolen from the exhibit, in fact pieces of the building still hangs from the cargo net she is outfitted with making her mech look a bit silly. "burr" Theodore seems to say sadly and she can only agree with him, "yeah.. well that sadly comes with the job sweety, I will miss them too." She lashes out in frustration with a fist and smashes the corner of a building at the loss of her comrades, just because she never really interacted with them doesn't mean she never considered them friends.<br/><br/>"this is puma, sustained minor damage only but I have some of the stuff from the exhibit, I am hesitant to engage further with it on me." she flicks off the coms and tries to stretch out a bit as the rhythmic heavy thumps of the feet slamming into the ground fills the cockpit drowning out the normal hum of the gyro underneath her. According to her sensors a small group of mechs and at least one tank seem to be on an intercept course coming from the same direction as the dropship so she comes to a full halt and slaves all her weapons to the fire control. "Heads up Rose, try and reload as fast as you can we are about to have more company. Looks like an Orion and some tanks at least." That isn't a fight she really can win but perhaps she can draw its attention and let the others sneak by, aiming the crosshairs across the chest of the incoming behemoth. Its still at extreme range so hopefully it hasn't seen her hidden among the buildings so she crouches down further and wipes her face with her left hand to get the salty sweat out of her eyes.<br/><br/>"ok Rose, Theodore.. get ready.. we fire and run." as soon as she finishes speaking she presses the trigger and with a roar she empties the launcher and the PPC hurls its manmade lightning across the air to stab at the incoming mech. She doesn't stop to see how she scored instead making a sharp turn to keep a building between her and the monster and guns her mech for all it is worth tearing the street into chunks as it in no way was built for a rampaging warmachine.<br/><br/>"Puma! spotted an Orion and tanks cutting us off from the dropship. Engaged the Orion trying to draw it away, advice over." Her voice sounds about as tired as she is, this running skirmishing forcing her to stay alert for so long is rapidly sapping her energy and the constant heatspikes from weapons fire sure isn't helping. "I need a drink, and a ba.. SHIT" she grumbles to herself and almost misses the turn, her mech skidding on the crumbling ground and she actually slams her shoulder into a building before she can regain her footing.