[center][h1][color=#DAEE01][b]Salvator Rasch[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

The first two shots hit, and Rasch let himself breathe a sigh of relief. Good. That only left the last one. Though given that the other team was being highly secretive about the matter, he didn't quite like where this was going. Hopefully, it wouldn't be what he was dreading-

The final set of coordinates came through. He double checked the status of the target and its current occupants. It was exactly what he was dreading. Firing on their own supposed allies, for whatever forsaken reason. Oh sure, someone in the brass might have some supposed good reason for this. But for the boots on the ground getting the job done? It was cruel and nonsensical. 

Not for the first time, Salvator mentally weighed the cost between the amount of genuine good the Intransigence did in defense against the empires it fought and the amount of uncaring collateral damage it caused. Was this worth it? Were they really doing the right thing here? 

A second transmission came through, jerking the veteran operator from his thoughts. Damn it all. They didn't have a choice but to execute, then. Caught between an anvil and a hammer, and with a job left to do. He could see a way out of this, but it would take a good amount of finesse. Fortunate that most of the squad was already away from the anvil, then.

[color=#DAEE01][b][i]"...All units, fall back. This means you, Echo."[/i][/b][/color] Salvator murmured over comms, his tone resigned. [color=#DAEE01][b][i]"Prepare defensive positions. Fire on the new readings as soon as they come into range. Disregard collateral damage. I'll finish the job here."[/i][/b][/color] It made sense. With his ability to blink jump, Salvator would be the best able to get out of the immediate danger zone. That, and he was unilaterally making the decision to continue on with the mission as stated. It wouldn't be right to put the knife they were going to use to backstab the locals with in someone else's hands. 

He busied himself performing the necessary manual calculations needed in order to fully confirm that they had the right coordinates while keeping an eye on how fast the new signals were coming in. All while the locals were still celebrating. Part of him still disparaged their lack of discipline and gratitude. The other, much larger part of him regretted being so harsh with them in his thoughts. With this act, Rasch would be proving their caution right. And their trust foolish. A few more keystrokes typed in the last manual confirmations, and he prepared to send it. 

Salvator kept his finger over the enter key, and queued up a private communication with the local ZRF leader. 

[color=#DAEE01][b][i]"For what it's worth, I'm sorry. But I have my orders."[/i][/b][/color] He input the command to fire, and immediately started chaining blink jumps back towards the Envenomed squad, uncaring of how much this would exhaust him by the time he reached relative safety. The incoming signals were almost on them, and if he timed this right, the ZRF would be far too busy dealing with that to react quickly enough against the Envenomed.