The only thing preventing Fey from openly criticizing Veep's panicked, unprofessional cluttering of comms was a distinct awareness that she would be equally unprofessional in doing so. She took a less direct route than Jacobin on her way forwards, sweeping across a seemingly-empty stretch of terrain not far from the downed IFV with an extended burst from her rifle. A distinct spike in chatter from the enemy indicated that a squad of line troops had moved up quietly into the rubble, attempting to close on the sniper with man-portable anti-armor weaponry. 

[color=6ecff6]"Someone hit that position with a heavy weapon,"[/color] Feanulde said over comms, before finding her own bit of obliterated armor to duck behind. [color=6ecff6]"I need to focus."[/color] She disengaged the controls on the suit's right arm, slaving it to the motions of the left while the elf used her now-free hand to manipulate switches and punch in commands on an internal console. [color=6ecff6]"Switch to narrowband comms, jamming active in three."[/color] Precisely three seconds after her announcements, a wave of static and garbage signals washed over the local communication frequencies. Jamming, when interacting with the Totality, could be more complex than one might initially assume; the ever-adaptive hyperintelligence often shifted its precise methods of communication and was quick to discover tricks unless all units observing them were annihilated. It would take her a few moments to narrow down which ones were currently in use and focus on those. In the meantime. . . [color=6ecff6]"Working on sensors now."[/color]