As Aren worked, the music cut off suddenly, replaced by an alarm siren.<br/><br/>"What the- OWOWOW!!" he shouted, hitting his head on the low hanging joint guad on his mech's leg. "Yvette, status report!"<br/><br/>"Enemy mechs, approaching southeast perimeter. Pilots Shizen and Jalith in vicinity running training maneuvers. Probability of survival with no intervention 25%." Sprinting to the tool cabinet, Aren grabbed his comlink.<br/><br/>"All pilots, we have a code blue; repeat we have a code blue, enemy mechs approaching from the south. Shiz and the newbie are out running a training exercise in the vicinity, but they're gonna need some help. I'm inputting the coordinates best suited for intervention into your nav systems. Repeat, all pilots report to coordinates, must aid Shiz and the newbie." Sprinting back to his mech, he leaped in the open cockpit.<br/><br/>"Yvette, give me the swords, and the magnum," he said, as the cockpit closed with a hiss. "Hangar doors, open; jets engage." The engines sprang to life with a roar, and Aren punched the pushed the throttle, shooting out of the hangar.<br/><br/>"Shiz you there?" he said, blue eyes turning a steely grey, "Be advised, large number of enemy heavy mechs approaching your position. You should take cover; Jal, give him some cover fire, we're on our way."<br/><br/>'Please, please don't let me be too late,' he thought, mind flashing back to the battle where Balix was lost. He had realized the tactical error he had made instantly, but was too late to save her.