"I'll put in the algorithms, you just need to direct them at the right time." Neil said to Taya, giving her a wink. She didn't seem entirely assured, but she had been piloting more than usual. Neil could tell she was getting the hang of it. 

"I shall drop with you." Saxon declared, and turned to Neil. "Equipment?" he demanded. Neil knew what he wanted. The Xenos wished to repair his armor. Sayeeda seemed a bit skeptical that he wanted to drop with the mech. Neil knew he was stubborn enough and durable enough to do it, and that his wounds were already somewhat healed. The bullet wounds he had received would be scabbed over shortly after having spit the bullets out. He could survive most anything as long as he wasn't too riddled with projectiles or wasn't hit in a vital spot. 

"I'll show you the way." Neil replied, giving faux excitement to the prospect. 

Within the hour, Neil had risen the Highlander out of the hanger and into low orbit. By now the word would be out that the contingent of men Gnorlaac had sent had been decimated, but it would take some time to get out orbital sensors and to place any effective radar. The Bar they had met at, where the treasure was, was also not Gnorlaac's main stronghold and wasn't the main focus on defense. 

Taya took the helm and Neil went into the cargo bay where the MH-350 was held, just beside the Hauler Neil had 'requisitioned' for himself those months ago. Junebug was helping Neil into the mech, helping him with the safety straps. He would need it to survive the drop in one piece. He expected her to give him good luck. 

"When this is over, you have a lot of explaining to do." She said, yanking the strap hard and causing him to lose the breathe in his lungs. He coughed. "Yeah, I realize."
[@Penny]