The mech slammed through the ferocrete wall with enough force to send the dense chunks of material flying out of the open hanger doors. The hydraulics and pistons connecting the MH-350 were far better than the pilot had expected. Neil was a good mechanic. Some might even say he was an exceptional one. But even he was impressed with the work Sven had done on the machine. The mech spun, planting its feet into the ferocrete of the floor like a spike to halt its momentum, and suddenly he found himself facing the wall he had just ripped through. 

Liquid flame and bullets tore into the gap, and a cacophony of death and screams followed as Neil elimenated or scared off the last of the gang members. The whole thing was fun, but it had left a sour taste in his mouth. He wasn't a fan of slaughter. But he didn't know how else to describe what just occurred. Without any real armor piercing or anti-tank weaponry on the gangers, and without optics, Neil had practically been invulnerable. The only thing he had needed to watch out for were the occasional grenade or point-blank shotgun, and even then they were few and far between and the gang members needed to be in the right position for it to effect Neil in the slightest. 

Once the flames and bullets had stopped, the MH-350 suddenly settled down, curling into a crouch before the monitor of the Highlander. The equilateral polygon of metal that shaped the top of the mech's torso opened up to reveal Neil, steam hissing around him as he stepped out of the machine. Behind him, Sven stepped out of the gap. His mechanical left hand held the neck of a limp corpse, dragging the body in a way that was somehow both menacing and casual. Neil saw the cadaver and stuck out his tongue in disgust, realizing the poor fool had probably lost his life due to slow suffocation. 

The bay door of the Highlander opened, with Taya stepping out to rush over to Neil, only to stop before she even touched the hanger floor at the sight of Sven, not to mention the corpse. She had been disturbed by him earlier. His dead eyes and his wild, barbarian look made her skin crawl.

"My droids have reported the wreckage has not been disturbed yet. If we are to get the Aestominubum, we need to hurry. Our chances of retrieving the treasure fall every second we delay." Sven said to Neil, though his eyes remained fixed on Taya and Sayeeda at the bay door. "That uh..." Neil began loudly, then whispered harshly to Sven. "You know you could have waited for me break the news we'll share the treasure with you." 

A growl emanated from within the next room, and Saxon stepped through. It gave everyone a scope of just how powerful the Hexanagallion was, for he was nearly as large as the MH-350 he now stood beside. Neil had the same reaction to Saxon that Taya had with Sven. He should have known that it would be on the filthiest planet imaginable that his past would come back to haunt him twice over. 

Neil sighed. "Well now that we're all here..." 
[@Penny]