[color=c4df9b][b]Samantha Brisinggart[/b][/color][hr]

Fear, regret, determination, and more emotions roiled within her. Was she crying or laughing? She did not know. All she felt was the warm trickle of tears as she laughed, just letting it all out in the cockpit. There was a huge bullet that just barely missed her cockpit, the thing flying so fast over her, she was sure it would have just crumpled everything with just its wake. Her chest hurts, with a growing knot in her stomach that wasn't just from the harness she was strapped with to keep from bumping everything with her insane maneuvers. She cannot really see anything, nor can she really see where they were shooting from, not without the more advanced targeting systems other mobile suits had. She was running everything by sheer instincts now.

The entire fleet in front of the docks seemed to be moving, so she pushed the radial lever harder, pulsing the verniers as the entire plane veered suddenly in a sharp turn, aiming to put the colony in front of the entire fleet as she approached it. 

Everything hurts, she was getting second thoughts, but Sam has gone too far to return now. The docks was out of the question now, so the next best path of ingress would be through the colony walls, but where? Whatever it was, she was getting closer to the inner perimeter, those mobile suits lighting up as they too leveled their weapons. 

[b][color=fff79a]Freya Schwartzschild [/color][/b][hr]

[color=fdc68a]"T..an here. Cannot engage. Target moving erratically, too far to reliably hit. Lancelot not equipped for long range. Target circling around to get the colony between it and the...tire fleet. Might b... a guided bomb."[/color]

Freya showed none of her emotions as she contemplated the situation. Tristan was using the old Whiskey rifle, and while they were a great shot, range and bullet travelling time was an issue at longer ranges. Considering they were mentioning something going at great speeds, it was likely that they could not lead it fast enough to get a proper shot on it. Lancelot, of course, was using the standard kit for the Axes, thus unreliable at the range this object seemed to be. Of all her team, Tristan was the most suited to long range engagements, thus if her team cannot shoot it down...

[color=fff79a]"This is Freya Schwartzschild."[/color]She opened a line to a certain battleship stationed outside. [color=fff79a]"Fa.. Sir Maximillian, please order a lockdown of this sector."[/color]

[color=f7976a]"Negative. We will be moving to intercept them. Your little group will be following as well. We cannot let the ceremony be interrupted."[/color]

She closed her eyes. It was as usual, a logical deduction. Just a single enemy, so the battleship with its entourage, and her own crew outside, should be enough to to intercept them. Plus whatever else the fleet commander will send to help. Perhaps she was getting too paranoid. 

[color=f7976a]"Oh, and Freya. Come home every now and then. Your mother is worried about you."[/color]

That, was one thing she cannot do. She was very convinced her mother try to convince her to stop what she was doing. In fact she was very sure Mother would tie her up to her bed if that was what it took.