Kenny's eyes darted around the battlefield, quickly adjusting to what exactly was going on. You didn't need direct communication to tell what was happening. The Impulse was hanging back, a mobile suit far away was about to fire off a sniper shot, and the winged mobile suit was distracted by Calthorn & himself right now. "...I see. Buddy, make sure this guy's back is turned to the ZAFT suits waiting in support. I think we've got a chance... Let's keep him busy!"

With that, the Murasame flew around the ET mobile suit firing off it's beam rifle. The enemy pulled out it's twin rifles and began firing off large beams at Kenny and Calthorn hoping to hit and destroy them quickly. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's getting flustered..." Kenny made a playful comment, dodging the incoming fire flawlessly and trying to draw the enemy suit in one direction - it's back was turned to the ZAFT mobile suits.

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As Mark entered the dark, mostly-melted cockpit block of the Saviour, he would be met with a bright blue Haro that was hovering around the place. It sounded genuinely sad for a little robot, not saying anything but whining like a lost child... Their helmet was cracked, but not shattered, a few splats of red painting the inside of the visor. There was a lot of blood floating around... The left arm of the poor pilot was still attached, but you couldn't make out it's condition due to the bloody mess surrounding it. Overall, they looked safe to move - as long as their suit wasn't compromised. The arm was a problem in that matter, but the rescue MS wasn't that far away. It could be risked, or secured if Mark brought any equipment with him. In fact, there should be some emergency pilot suit fixes in one of the compartments.