"Maddox was always a loose cannon. But also the only one that knows the means of leadership... Whatever good that does. I swear to god, if I see him again, I'll kill him myself." Calthorn said, repressed anger on his voice. "I'm guessing your captain knows not to act based on partial information, much less send us to our deaths needlessly."

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Mark turned to look at the damaged Wraith, before launching over to it, to evaluate the damage. [i]That girl's lucky as all hell. Given that the Saviour's cockpit was compromised... Anyone else would've assumed KIA... And then she would be dead.[/i] He thought to himself as he inspected the damage on the Wraith. [i]Hm... This Dagger's still functional... But even so, repairing it won't do much against the ETs... I'll need to get the pilot's opinions on the matter. Why they suddenly went nuts mid-fight.[/i] Mark thought to himself, making notes on possible improvements that could be made.

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Cronic watched Glitch as he left, before folding his arms and turning to look out the bridge's viewport to space. "Maddox, you god damn fool. There's still so much we don't know about the ETs, and yet we figure out one thing about their forces and you go in guns blazing without a second thought. If you get executed for this, it's your own damn fault. Mobile suits can be replaced or re-built, but lives cannot." Cronic said to himself, as the Escutcheon flew back towards the Colonial fleet.