Junebug twisted the knob on the comm device, an archaic instrument Neil had left hastily that might be used to communicate with Taya if they got close enough to her. It was a third rate communicator but it was all she had. Realigning the antennae, Taya's voice rang out for but a moment as Saxon climbed the expanse behind her. Jingling the wire, soon she got Taya on the line. 

"Captain?" 

"Taya! Taya, confirm." 

[hr] 

The tall, foreboding Sven stood motionless. Neil might be smart enough to run from Saxon, but Saxon didn't necessarily 'scare' him in the base sense of the word. Mostly because Neil often lacked a lot of worry about self preservation. Sven on the other hand...Neil knew him but he could never really read him. He had all of Saxon's simmering anger, with a coldness to him even the Hexanagallion lacked. 

"You sure this'll work?" Neil asked him, still feeling some trepidation over the deal he made with him. He hoped Junebug didn't hit him too hard for this. 

Sven simply glanced his way, unreadable past his malevolent stare and long Nordic facial hair. 

"Alright, jeez." Neil replied, waving him off like Sven had threatened him physically. 

"Just get into position." Sven growled lifelessly. 

Neil didn't need to be told twice, and despite his second thoughts on making this deal, he knew he would enjoy this next part. Sven had lost his armies and most of his influence, but he was a maverick with machines, something Neil and he had a mutual interest over. On short notice, he had granted Neil access to the MH-350. It sounded more official than it was. Essentially a modified hauler mecha, like the one that stood dormant in the Highlander. This one had extra armor, fully covering the cockpit area, with a rotator gun that fired 300 (20 mm) rounds a minute. On the opposite arm, a large flamer, much like the one Neil had when he fought the Xenonids, was mounted. In addition, it was a better melee fighter, with swifter movement and blades upon the barrels of each gun. 

Neil stepped over the cold corpses of the dead sentries Sven had murdered, making his way to the larger archway where the MH-350 waited. As he entered the cockpit, he switched on the comm that linked Sven to the mech. "Alright, ready when you are tall, blonde, and scary." 

"On my signal." the grim voice replied back. 

"Oh, this is gonna be good." Neil breathed, making a mental note on where every control and handle was. He felt around, instinctively knowing where the normal hauler controls were but having to designate based upon the wiring where the levers that controlled the extra modifications were. "And did he ever ask me if I knew how to drive a stick shift?"

Meanwhile, Sven's calculations hit an inner timer withing the cyborg that set off the mechanism in his brain. In his hand he held a small device, simple by the look of it. A cylinder with a three buttons and a handgrip. As soon as the 'timer' went off, he activated the device, and twitched as the custom electromagnetic pulse swept through the hanger and utterly devoured all optics and communications used by the small army that guarded the Highlander. In fact the devices exploded and burst into flames, shorting out and causing men to fall to their knees or jump in fright at the sudden electronic attack. 

"Your move." Sven replied, taking out his own sidearm. A heavily modified handgun, among various upgrades the most obvious was a rebarreling of the gun to allow wildcat cartriges of custom make.

Junebug would suddenly hear a cracking thrum from below, and a reverberating boom as Neil suddenly entered the fray in his small mech, opening fire on the confused and wounded men that suddenly found themselves flanked and under intense fire by an armored opponent. Neil had stepped into the exit, and utterly sliced in half a dozen men with his first pass with the machinegun. Sven stepped out of the back end of the hanger behind the main body, shooting a merc in the head and snapping another one's head back by shoving his cybernetically enhanced fingers into the man's eyes. 
[@Penny]