Graff didn't know what was going on anymore, one moment he is sweating off the heat from the two PPCs he fired.  The mission seemingly complete all for the cost of a little armor and some ammo.  Heck this was the textbook definition of a cake walk.  Then the next thing he knows he's walking towards the Mech Hanger and hearing MacLeod curse, scream, fire and then static.  Unsure of what happened his Marauder turns to face the falling Highlander as his sensor array lights up like a disco ball.  25 red blips from the mech bays to his right and the hanger in front of him.<br/><br/>To say things get hectic from there is an understatement, it would be closer to say that they are firmly inside Hell's Handbasket.  Erich's voice fills his com unit next and Graff hears him take command of the Company, not something he was going to argue against really.<br/><br/>Snapping out of what ever daze he was in Graff goes to relay orders to his Lance, "Uh-o-OK Blue Lance, Brick is taking over Company command.  All units make for the southern road and regroup."  The his nervousness bleeds into his orders.  The stream of elementals charge towards Graff's Marauder, in his panic Graff takes a few snap shots at the advancing swarm.  One volley of charged particles his and another gets knocked off his feet by the steady stream of autocannon fire but the rest fail to find their marks.  Once again the new Mechwarrior is a washed in a wave a heat, his targeting computer flickers as the added heat begins to cook his systems he wills his Marauder into motion.  Another Elemental misjudges Graff's frantic escape and finds himself under foot, it doesn't kill him but does cause Graff to have his Marauder to actually skip as Graff tries to keep his mech upright.<br/><br/>Bouncing hard off of the Mech bay wall ends up doing the trick snapping Graff to the ends of his harness jarring him a bit.  His skill in piloting will do nothing but help the Clans impression that the Inner Sphere can't hold a candle to their superior breeding.  Still moving forward he attempts to shake himself out of the hit he took only to remember that he needs to call in.  The Elementals still on his heels but moving a little more cautiously since this pilot apparently doesn't know what he's doing.  SRMs and Small Lasers fire scoring hits on his arms and legs with a few scorching his rear armor.<br/><br/>Toggling his coms to the command channel Graff responds, "Double G here, Blue Lance is pulling back.  What are these things!?!"