He had built in a couple dead switches in the turret, despite his comments to Jackie. One of which being it WOULD identify he if was in the field of fire, and stop shooting when it registered that. Sadly, Catz had landed on top of the sensor, but had thrashed off of it, so the turret automatically went into standby mode as it registered him.<br/><br/>He jerked awake as best he could, and resisted the urge to spit the blood from his shredded tongue out, having bitten it HARD during his convulsions. He simply whimpered, and found he couldn't move, the armor was utterly fried, and until Elizabeth could rip it off him, he was stuck in his current, sort of sprawled position. Oddly, his helmet WAS already off, so he spat out the blood, and choked out a sentence. "Channel... labeled... Port... Authority...<br/><br/>Announce... mayday... and explain... situation... Should... reply... soon. Help... once... armor off. Also... base..."<br/><br/>He stopped to swallow the blood this time, and then jerked his head to the radio on one of the side consoles, and sent Elizabeth an image of her psionically ripping the chest plating off. Once that happened, the emergency hydraulic releases SHOULD activate, allowing him to reclaim his abused body from the equally abused, fused, and scrapped armor. Once out of the armor, he had to spit blood again, his tongue was still oozing from the hard bite he had given it, about halfway through, and stumbled to the main panel. A quick glance over it, and some basic experimentation, allowed him to locate the throttle, which he pulled all the way back. And then he pulled the other lever next to it back, so the second engine also throttled backwards.<br/><br/>[drive 2 (base 1)]