[color=Olive]"[b]GREEN KNIGHTS, THIS IS GAWAIN ACTUAL.[/b]"[/color]

Someone in the maintenance crew hadn't prepared for the (admittedly slim) possibility that the [i]Ostroc[/i] would be receiving such a high-amplitude burst on the comms channel - some failure to calibrate the 500 year old comms suite in just the right way.  The Colonel's message had been received at several times its actual volume, and Ingrid rocked in her seat as she slammed a palm against her neurohelmet to get the damn thing to quiet down.  Luckily, it only lasted five seconds.

Regardless of Lyons' worries, it was very certain that at least one of them was listening.

The deep hum of the 'mech's cockpit and grinding of metal fingers against a cargo container resumed as her ears came back to full strength.  She grunted, and flipped on comms for all friendly channels.

[color=SteelBlue]"I hope you heard him, lance!"[/color]  Her voice came out even more staccato and commanding than usual.  [color=SteelBlue]"Nav-point Echo!  Double-time!  This will not be as easy as the compound if the enemy catches up to us; eyes on radar and eyes on the horizon!  Your battlemech and your life are more important to us than the cargo, remember that!"[/color]

He pushed her 'mech to move to its limit of speed, the container weighing her down and undoubtedly putting even more stress on the actuators.  Occasionally there'd be a loud scrape as the box ran against some rock protruding from the ground.  She didn't have time to treat the damn thing properly...