[h2][color=khaki]Jingo[/color][/h2]

Jingo didn't hesitate, he was told to run when he was in trouble and as he saw it, it seemed to be a good idea. He charged forwards, sprinting hard at Bishop and opening fire in attempt to distract the black NC. Jingo knew that if he went anywhere near that heat blade he'd be killed, the thought unnerved him but he quickly pushed it to the back of his brain as he neared. He veered left, towards the wall, and planted Wessex's left foot onto it, he pushed up with his piston knee sending him sailing over head of Bishop. For the brief moment he was in the air above the black NC, he trained his dual anti-aircraft guns at the top of the enemy machine and sent a hailstorm of 1.5mm rounds onto Bishop's head and shoulders. Jingo landed with a resounding thump behind Bishop, his engines practically screaming, he was thankful for the open coolest hub in the cockpit, otherwise his body would have cooked alive within the enclosed metal space. 

He spent little time dilly-dallying behind the imposing Bishop, he sprinted, trying to get as far away from him and rook as possible, from behind he heard gunfire, auto rifles and cannons and explosions clashing against metal with resounding pops and bangs. Though he was a machine, an odd sense of being tired came over him, his legs ached from where meters measured the friction in his joints, his heart beat painfully as his engine temperature gradually rose and started letting off more burning energy, he felt like he was having a heart attack, except he wasn't.

Jingo ducked around a corner and slowed down, taking time to catch his... Oxygen intake? his sprint turing into a jog and his jog turned into a walk. The facility was surprisingly clean, well was, Jingo was tracking mud from the outside as he walked. He switched on his R.E.D. and felt a cold wave envelope him, sounds from the outside became distant and muted as his vision went blue. Slowly, white sound blips started to appear in his vision, his computers went to work and started tagging them, he looked around hallway and he picked up more vibrations; the computer labelled them things like, 'Air Compressor', 'Fluid Pump' and in the distance he could make out 'Friendly' and 'Burning', he wondered what was burning, it was either Rook or Bishop. Jingo mentally saved the scan and emerged from his sleep. 

He woke up gasping, his own frosty breath escaping his lips when he did. He was covered in a thin layer of frost, his sweat having seeped through his thermals and frozen, he patted himself off and turned to the dashboard to his left, he flicked on his high gain transmitter and an antenna popped out of the top of the Wessex, pointing at the direction of base, he transmitted the scan to the captain for further analysis. 

"[color=khaki]Scans of the facility ma'am, I'm nee sure whot I'm looking for, so intel would be very helpful, Wessex out.[/color]" Jingo slipped back into the NC controls and closed eyes, he opened them to the still working scan and continued walking. He was sure that his partners could handle the enemies, but him alone if he came across one, the outcome was dubious.