[center][h1]Lieutenant Aria Dvalin[/h1][/center]

"...Yes, Your Highness. Heard and understood. Baron Wilhelm, good hunting." Aria could only give a professional response before she cut her end of the comlink, raising a fist to smash into the side of her cockpit. That goddamned idiot! For a moment before they launched, she allowed herself to indulge in the mental image of wringing Cassian's neck and shutting his smarmy mouth for just two seconds. The moments passed. She shook herself back into reality, leaning into her mech controls as Lucia gave final marching orders and the Lance began to deploy. 

Five confirmed enemy AC readings closing in on their own boarders. Friendly ACs were outnumbered by one, then. She sucked in a breath, centering herself and steadying her nerves. More than doable. Considering their Lance's makeup, the Baron and Marcellus just had to live long enough for Aria and Tanne to hit the flanks and lock them in. Classic hammer and anvil. And judging by Baron Wilhelm's orders, he was already thinking along much the same lines. Old age hadn't dulled his wit, then. Only fueled his fire to dangerous levels. 

"Ironside, Armatus. Orders confirmed. We'll be sure to keep up, over." 

Now fully deployed in vacuum, thrusters hot, Aria maneuvered her Core as bid, taking up a flanking position as Ironside and Hippo made their charge. She raised the Armatus's rifle, bracing it against the shield the mech held in its other hand. Confirmation blares rang in the cockpit as she got an initial lock, the AC's targeting suite already automatically microadjusting the mech's aim as Aria pulled the trigger, firing in bursts at the AC furthest out in the side of the enemy's formation. 

"Lance, Armatus: getting tone on multi-lock! Firing once I have a solution on all of them, glory to Sol!"