She skidded to a stop as she came near an empty service door for the hangar. The sounds of gunfire came from the other side, as a squad of those attackers did battle with what was left of the security in the hangar. Milya pushed open the door gingerly, wincing as it gave a slight creak, a sign of its age.

Luckily the others were too busy shooting to even notice the door opening, much less the sound it made above all the gunfire.

This was much more than she bargained for, or even imagined in her wildest dreams as a techie. Her boss was dead, people were dying left and right, and to top it all off she was pulling off a stupid stunt sneaking about behind the enemy squad. She wasn't a soldier, or even a combat pilot. At best, she was just a test pilot for the Suits they were developing, hardly any material for real combat. At the very least, there were some people on the cat walk overhead giving what the soldiers call covering fire or something to that effect. 

She slowly crawled towards a few boxes of parts stacked together, feeling a bit annoyed the other techies haven't gotten around to unpacking it, and more than a little bit grateful for the cover it now gave her.

As of now, only Strike was closest to her, the other two require her to run across the hangar and the crossfire between the enemy and her allies.

Trying silently to get up the catwalk so she could access the cockpit for Strike, she couldn't help but feel vulnerable, and very very naked out there. It was almost as if someone was aiming straight at her, lining up the perfect shot. Of course, it was just her mind playing tricks on her, as she finally got onto the catwalk without being seen, and to the shoulder of Strike without being seen.

But the cockpit was in front, highly visible from both sides shooting each other in the hangar, where she would be riddled with bullets as soon as she even tries to open the cockpit hatch. To make things worse, the security force here was being wiped out.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, open the cockpit and die, or wait here and die.

"Tch!"

Emptying her head, she simply dashed towards the cockpit, and opened it. The few seconds it took for the cockpit to open seemed like and eternity, as the enemy spotted her, and bullets started to fly in her direction. Getting into the cockpit, almost [i]throwing[/i] herself in there, she hurriedly closed the cockpit's opening, and slumped back in the chair with relief. She booted up the Gundam just as the last of the security fell. There was a slight pang of guilt as well as sadness, but she was still high on adrenaline, and the enemy was still right there.

"Phase shift on..."

The grey suit hummed to life, as color flooded into its outer shell.

She started to move the Gundam forwards, shooting the guns intergrated in its head as it swiveled around towards the enemy, spraying large caliber rounds everywhere. The slowly expanding patch of red from her stomach was ignored as she focused on the task at hand.