Not for the first time, Sam Richter, Corporal in the Federation Forces, felt damned lucky that he'd done something.  In this case, it was to start his Gundam's power-up procedure, and as quickly as he had.  The situation was going to shit, and that right quick.<br/><br/>"Jared!"  Sam called over the loudspeaker.  "Get Jillian inside!  Keep her safe!"<br/><br/>With that, Sam grasped a beam-sabre hilt that extended from the knee-holder, brought his machine up to a stand, and took a quick glance around.<br/><br/>"Skipper, you keep that one-eighty shooting."  Sam said.  "I'm going on close, and don't fuckin' worry about hitting me!  Just shoot the fuckin' gun!"<br/><br/>With that, Sam's suit started off in a bolt, following the general direction of Samson's shots towards the east.  The Gundam wasn't moving in a jog, or a sprint, but an outright run, it's legs pumping and eating up distance rapidly.  Soon, he could see disturbances in the sand ahead of him, as the vague shapes of Zeke walking-armor began to show themselves.<br/><br/>"All right..."  Sam said, as he picked the closest target.  "All we wanted to to was get home, but you jackasses won't let us!  Now, you die!"<br/><br/>Just like before, Sam's machine held the hilt of the beam-sabre above it's head,and in both hands.  Sam's boosters fired, lifting the mobile suit into a jump, and on the downward stroke, the sabre's blade appears with an electronic hiss, as it slammed down and through the first target that Sam could find, cleaving it, neatly, in two.<br/><br/>"One down, boss."  Sam reported, as his suit's headstock swiveled around, looking for another victim.