[center][h2][b]Ilshar Ard’sabekh[/b][/h2][/center]


The Spiral had been unbroken so far. Danger had passed for now. While it occurred to Ilshar that he should have been more relieved about the ‘mech being at least momentarily put out of commission, it was a far immediately better feeling to finally step out from the blasted zone. The eyes that had been watching for insidious shrapnel in the debris underfoot retracted, which went a long way towards lightening the fragmented impressions of his sight.

They was not destined to stay clear for long as Echo’s huge bulk came humming towards him. Being up close to something that size still made him vaguely uneasy, but he was content to brush that aside for the time being as he crossed the distance to meet the unztadtlige halfway. Sure enough, he would have taken whatever made getting off this planet faster when evac finally showed up.

[b]“Appreciated,”[/b] Islhar grunted as he clambered onto the warform’s wide back, keeping a hand over the ulvath’s stock in case some new surprise called for it again. A menacing squelching in the flexile joints of the arm that pulled him up cautioned against more such stunts. Nexus’ teeth, it had been a while since he had gotten punctured this bad.

[b][i]“Word on where we’re getting picked up? I can’t see anything big touching down here.”[/i][/b] Even after a swath of the jungle had been torched in the firefight, it did not make much of a landing pad. But then, if the squad kept moving, they might just as likely have been getting further from where they’d be expected to board. Uncertainty was, annoyingly, not a problem that could be shot at.