When the gunfire towards him had stopped Zachary also hesitantly stopped shooting blindly over the carriage. He peered through a plasma hole and saw in the entrance to the alleyway a number of men, who also appeared to be soldiers but definitely not military. When they spoke, it took Zachary a few moments for it to click that these were Golden Mercenaries. Zachary rose up and stepped out to the side of his carriage, holding his plasma rifle by his side.

"Am I glad you guys came along. Thank you very much," Zachary said, quite relieved to not be on the brink of getting shot at.

He took in the situation again. There were eight Golden Mercenaries here, and he could see beyond them the corpses of soldiers with their throats slitted and blood pooling on the ground. This sight made him twitch momentarily, but then he subtly averted his gaze from it. It was not that he had much of a problem with the Mercenaries killing the soldiers, it was simply that killing by knife was a memory that he would rather forget.

He looked back towards his carriage, and his heart was touched with sadness seeing the state his carriage was now in. The plasma had riddled it with many molten holes so it now looked to be a wreck. "It's hardly two days old and this happens." He stepped towards it, laid a hand on its blistered side and knelt down to inspect it. While the shell on that side had been ruined, the controls shot and the chassis was damaged, the engine and works hidden within the undercarriage was mostly intact, save for a few discrete points of damage. He reached over to the controls and turned off the engine, and there was a thud as the back half stopped being aloft and fell to the ground like the front half had done earlier.

[b][i]More military will be coming. We have to leave it,[/i][/b] Kaa'is said to Zachary.

[i]It won't take long. I can see what needs fixing. A pipe needs replacing, the front focus needs a quick patch and I can bypass some of the controls. It will be borderline, but it can be done,[/i] insisted Zachary.

Zachary stood up and rummaged around the back of the carriage for his tools. "Was there anything I could do to thank you?" Zachary asked of the Golden Mercenaries. He pulled out a welder, hammer and trap core. "I'm just trying to get this machine running again. It shouldn't take too long," he explained.

At a push of a button he dumped the contents of the trap core behind the carriage with a flash of red light and a pop of rushing air. The contents was mainly scrap metal and spare parts. He reached over and, out of view of the Mercenaries, a rounded piece of Sparker, a core casing, rose to meet his hand. He took this, hammered it flat on the ground, then he reached under the front of the carriage and started welding it into a hole in the machinery. While he was doing this he kept the corner of his eye watching the Mercenaries, just so he could see them and know if they made any unexpected movements.