Moments after the reports of Adrian and Shona's guns flared in Myrina's ears, simulated flowers of smoke and fire blossomed downrange on her monitor. That was the queue to get a move on; as Blade kicked his machine into gear (heh, heh) Myrina followed suit, punching the throttle and sending her Warlock into a dash after the commander. 

"[i]All units, pop smoke and chaff as we move in; coupled with the ECM/ECCM then it'll confuse the sensor reflections and make visual acquisition hard. Anything that'll but us an advantage.[/i]"
"Roger!" Myrina repeated the Colonel's order on the comm, not forgetting her temporary role as 2IC. "Get smoke and chaff up!" 

*[i]Fump, fump, fump[/i]* Canisters hissed into the air surrounding the Warlock and burst, coating the GEAR in a haze of grey smoke. While on the move, the GEARs would power right through their own clouds, unless every machine in the column kept up a steady stream on the way in. To Myrina's dismay, her GEAR had not yet been equipped a with MIL-STD ECM suite; there hadn't been enough time to fully bring it up to speed with true military specifications before the exercise. Exactly what they planned to modify and use her GEAR for in the long run was anyone's guess. 

Colonel Blade's EMP and chaff blanketed the two of them nicely on the way in, and Myrina joined in, adding her own gunfire to the crescendo that was opening up. The GEAR's arms, torso and head danced wildly, each focused on different targets and sweeping for a new one after each red X that registered on the data screen. Myrina's MCU-18 skirted around the AOE like a figure skater, spinning, dashing, leaning through the simulated carnage the Roughriders were hammering into the OPFOR. The pacing of the combat, the din of gunfire, the adrenaline pumping through her body - Myrina was reminded why she had become a GEAR pilot in the first place, and she couldn't help a pearly grin from creeping onto her face.