Neil shifted gear in the mech, 'holstering' its weapons so to say and unhinging its claws to enable better grip on the debris he was moving. The mechanics of the machine was half motion, half toggle. It was tiring work for the pilot as well as the machine, but Neil was making good time. He tossed over a half ton rock, only to reveal the statue of a scantily clad Xenos that he assumed was female. He picked it up and tossed it over his shoulder, rummaging around as Sven watched from above, as still as a statue himself. 

Saxon had disappeared. Though Neil knew he wasn't far. He had either decided to keep himself hidden in an alley akin to his predatory instincts, or he had fixed his cloaking device, which meant he could be anywhere and unseen by the naked eye as long as you weren't looking for him. Well Neil felt less exposed in this mech, and Saxon needed what he was digging up, or at least a cut of it. Neil shook his head. How did they end up scoring 40 million credits to not even scoring 10 and being hunting by the most powerful gang this side of the planet? 

Well, mostly it was his past mistakes coming back to haunt him. But still, they could have come back at a better time, goddammit. He wondered what deep-space Gods he had offended to have this happen. Deep down he realized the shittiest part of all of this was ruining things for Sayeeda and the team. His hopes would lift somewhat when he saw something he always loved to see. Something [i]shiny[/i]. "Hello there..." he said, pulling a few ferocrete chunks out of the way to reveal a third of the Aestomibium. He lifted it up and admired the indescribable precious metal for a few instances and then placed it inside the compartment of the mech. It gave speed to his search, and soon he found the other two thirds still attached together. 

"I have it." he said over the comm. 

Junebug would see people at the outskirts of the area, whispering to one another and loitering. Aliens and humans alike looked. Most were merely curious onlookers. They could understand people rummaging for scraps. Though this group was far more unique than usual junkers. "Gun barrel, 48 degrees to the left." Sven said in the comms for all to hear, though it was clearly meant for Junebug. She would see a glint in the crowd and a one eyed green Alien pointing a gun at Neil. A large caliber gun called an EMR meant to silence mechs. 

Meanwhile, Taya did her best to fly the Highlander back around and complete her spin, trying to keep the thrusters low. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the alarm go off at the right of the console. Somehow she had been spotted on radar somewhere. But that was impossible, wasn't it? 

"Captain, we have a problem." Taya said, anxiousness in her voice. "I might need to do, eh, evasive maneuvers soon..."
[@Penny]