The humidity and heat of the jungle night was rather unwelcome, but it was the only thing Azai Cislacen was needing to worry about right now and that was an improvement. She had angered local natives of the planet after they tried to take some ofbher food. She had responded in kind, with an [url=https://youtu.be/lmH8rG_fFJk]MRE bomb[/url] to keep them away. It had the opposite effect, and now she had become separated from the rest of her team and the Jackhammer was now low on power. She switched the mech off along with all the systems. The remaining power was now being used to power the Emergency Transponder Beacon, which thankfully was simple and didn’t require a large output to work.

The oni sat on the shoulder of her mech, wearing a tank top and spats with her uniform inside the cockpit, draped over thr seat and still damp with sweat. She cradled [url=https://modernfirearms.net/userfiles/images/assault/as64/9a-91_1.jpg]a small, old-world relic of a weapon[/url] over her shoulder as she scanned the surrounding area with her thermal-imager for threats and signs of life.

“Late...very late...” She muttered to herself. “Azai will have heads roll if Azai left behind like this. Or maybe Azai haunt former comrades. Torment them for abandonment. Hmmm...”