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The Faust was already moving again by the time the Tommies had zeroed in on it, their bullets passing through nothing more than the plume of its thruster exhaust. Scott's finger tightened on the trigger before jolting away when a friendly, a bright orange Scutson, barreled out of the smoke-obscured hangar doors; a best case scenario that at least one of his allies was quick-witted enough to make immediate use of an opening. Less expected was the Scutson barreling over the pair of Tommies before perforating one with it's own SMG, and then eviscerating the second with an axe.

In the blink of an eye, the Scutson was pointing it's weapon at the Faust, and the next it was lowered again. [i][color=D1A060]A bit jumpy. First timer?[/color][/i] Scott's fingers tapped at several controls, the Faust responding by putting it's SMG, still unused, onto it's rack. He checked his readouts as the Faust walked towards the mangled pile of Zern Mobile Suits, and then thumbed the switch for his radio.

[color=D1A060]"If you are willing to attack the Zern, we are allies. If you dream of a free, green Venus? Then we are [i]friends[/i]."[/color] He let the message sink in for a moment before the Faust knelt down by one of the wrecks. The tool ring on it's arm rotated it's VSL into position and quickly and deftly cut the Mills Bomb rack from the Tommy's leg, the other hand hefting it's prize. [color=D1A060]"I was informed of a change in plans and had to make my way here instead of waiting in ambush. Luckily, the Rabble Rouser drew attention away from my own approach. Can't fault the Crusher improvising new plans in a situation like this."[/color] The Faust had already moved on to the other Tommy, hefting both pilfered bomb racks in the left hand while snatching up the nearby Heckler in its right before standing, it's sensor-head swiveling to look at Laika's Scutson before reversing to survey the now-silent battlefield.

[color=D1A060]"Stolen Zern guns are valuable in more ways than one, so we should help ourselves to whatever is left. Crusher, is that longarm rifle still in one piece?"[/color] The Faust plodded towards the hangar, pilfered equipment jostling in-hand. Passing through the hangar doors, he put the wall between himself and the interior of the Habitat before setting to inspecting his looted gear. [color=D1A060]"I would also appreciate a rough outline of what the plan is. We will have stirred up the Zern  by taking over this hangar, so what's the next step?"[/color] His eyes traced the lines of the Heckler's receiver, looking for anything beyond superficial scuffs or dents.