The sound from the rifle belching out a few thousand rounds per minute was dampened by the interior of the cockpit, but her head was still ringing from the sheer sound the rifle made. Worse, the mech's structure shuddered with every shot from the braced rifle, her seat barely mitigating the stress it put on her body. The skintight suit she had draped on one of the side console slid to the ground, though she barely noticed it through the concentration needed to both operate the gun and stop her teeth from chattering and biting off her tongue.

Utano stopped shooting the moment she was reasonably sure the enemy mech was down.
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"Hah...ha ha ha... Serves you right.... Who's laughing now?"[/color]

She sat back on her seat, her laugh echoing in the cockpit, not knowing why she was laughing as tears streaked down her cheeks.

Quite honestly, she had thought she'd be dead the moment she pulled the trigger on that mech. Whether it was blind luck, or that she had simply caught the mech off guard, Utano doubted her next enemy will be so polite to be just standing there. And it was inevitable that she would face one, as long as she kept living, and as long as they kept her here.

Like a doll that lost its strings, she sat there in her chair, looking blankly at nothing in particular, even as AGAS noted the lack of activity and shut down combat mode. A while later, AGAS fully powered down suddenly, opening the cockpit door as that person made the announcements again. Almost automatically she moved towards the wire extended from the top part of the cockpit door, hooking a foot through the loop at the end of the wire, and holding the grip attached to it tightly. Like a lift, she descended slowly as the wire extended, putting her safely on the ground.

With her mind a jumble of thoughts running over each other, she sat down on one of the huge depleted bullet shells strewn about the feet of her mech, awaiting for transport back.