A low, irritated growl reverberated deep in Rebekah's chest. 

The opposing Zaku was fast, and more irritably, it was smart. The former was easy to deal with, the latter was not. It had evaded her surprise attack through what she had to assume was Newtype ability, and since then... Every attack was evaded, every maneuver was matched. There was nothing to be done while they were both within the asteroid field, even with the support from-

[i]Ohhh, you have got to be kidding me.[/i]

The Juggler had been engaged by a Gouf ([i]of all things[/i]), and despite the vaunted prowess of Newtype pilots Rebekah had [i]no[/i] intention of leaving her support to a unit usually operated by [i]two[/i] pilots. Time to reevaluate. The Act Zaku seemed to be a match, more or less, for her own Striker's mobility. Add in the presumed Newtype status of its pilot and the asteroid field was too level a playing field for her taste. Best to change that. Moving to aid the La Hire would free up her ally, and allow them both to regroup and deal with any potential remaining enemies.

Besides, he still had her rifle.

The next time the Striker's feet slammed into an asteroid it pivoted, pushing off again in the other direction; she fired her thrusters just as hard as she had in her advance, darting to and from the protective cover of the floating rocks as she did. It only took a few moments to escape the field again and move back out into open space, drawing a bead on the Gouf while she approached the Juggler. 

She heard the broadcast from the Zeon pilot, and her frown deepened. She had noted the departure of the ships, but an attempt at a ceasefire was... A new wrinkle. Not everyone was necessarily going to be cooperative. Offer one hand, arm the other. She didn't lower her rifle, but she [i]did[/i] use her lights to start transmitting the series of blinks that indicated a ceasefire.

"I cannot leave you alone for mere minutes, Frenchman."

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