Maho let out a long sigh as the Bastion suddenly appeared, raining death and destruction down on the runways. The sheer weaponry the dropship boasted seemed to turn the tide, rout the powered armor units. The temptation to nail the retreating units with her long-range missiles was high, but she'd seem them shrug off all manner of damage earlier. It'd just be a waste of resources to attack the scattered enemies. More importantly, it seemed that Walter was the luckiest man in the world, and had survived what she'd thought was a very lethal head-cracking. That was very much so a relief.<br/><br/><strong>"Snake here. I'll head up to the northwestern cliffs to start my patrolling."</strong>she spoke over the comm to Recon Lance, but really, she just wanted to get the best vantage point possible to keep an eye on the retreating mini-'mechs. She was still more than worried about whether or not there were more of them, or worse, some real Battlemechs as advanced as those nearby. After a moment of hesitation, she clicked over to open a private channel to Erich.<br/><br/><strong>"Ahem . . Brick. Since Wa-MacLeod is currently . . . busy, I humbly suggest any and all mechs with hands immediately assist in salvage. I'd give good odds on those powered armors returning sometime soon, and if we're unlucky they might come back with Aerospace assets or 'Mechs. They definately weren't any designs I've ever seen, and I'd like to lower our odds of seeing any other weird prototypes again while we're here."</strong><br/><br/>Her<em>Sling</em>was still quite mobile, but she'd taken small amounts of damage to nearly every front section of her armor in the initial ambush. With their<em>Highlander</em>down, and the turrets completely shutdown due to her bombing run, she was worried that if they returned with reinforcements they could end up doing some serious damage to their unit and Bastion.