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(('ey Griffin, the behemoth mecha is practically a tornado by now, anything that gets near it will automatically get torn to shreds by the spinning arms, not to mention at the speed it is going, the winds are as strong as a tornadoe's. So your action on grabbing the arm would result in your mecha getting sent into oblivion...or just get turned into a ball of twisted metal.))

Ashika looks outside and hears the distant sounds of battle. "If only I wasn't so stupid as to get wounded......" He says as the nurse ushers him back to bed. "well at least the nurses are pretty." He says to himself and goes to sleep.

*The mecha took notice of the enemy mecha on its arm, quickly the arm dislocated itself and was sent flying into the air. The shots that were fired at it, a few hit their mark on the torso, it was enough damage to break it apart from the lower part of the waist. The mecha, still spinning, crashed onto the ground and finally stopped while the leg parts toppled over, useless and receiving no power. The torso part didnt stay down long enough, its arm planted itself firmly on the ground then hoisted itself up and locked its sights on the Gear once again. It lowered itself to the ground then sprung like a leaping frog into the air and landed back down then jumped back up, using this method to advance towards the Gear like a pogo stick.

At a horizontal angle and running out of missles, it couldnt do much anymore but continue hopping towards its target and crush it like a tomatoe. Of course that would mean that the Gear needs to stay in its place and not move but then again, it doesnt have an AI so that wont happen. With out a doubt the battle was going to end soon, either by the mecha getting destroyed or running out of ideas on what to do and eventually self destruct due to overload in its CPU.

Over at one of the ASDF buildings, Iris continues her way down the dimly lit hallways towards any exit that would lead outside. She manages to find an exit but when she pushes the door outward it doesnt open, something on the outside was keeping it from opening. Frustrated she kicks it then turns around and sprints back down the hallway and turns left into another hallway but comes across a dead end as a large blast door blocks the way, she rolls her eyes at her bad luck then turns around again and squats down, holding her legs close to her chest and burying her chin between them.

Up in the air, since no one responds to her message, Lindy decides to attack the giant bouncing pogo stick ball thing. She locks onto the mecha then squeezes the trigger to fire several missles but nothing is fired, instead a large message box is displayed.*

"Ah crap...Im not loaded with any ammunition...*checking available weapons systems*...not even grenades..."

*Getting too close to the mecha she pulls up and flies away then contacts her squadron leader.*

<<"'ey...Tiger...promise me you wont yell at me...but...I am not loaded with anything...">>

Only statis returned to Lindy's com unit after her attempt to contact Thrie.

The Gaia Gear showed no sign of movement either. The energy reading on the Gear was also near Zero. It was safe to say that Thrie is out of commission for good.

The a visual scan over the mech showed many missile damages on all sides. A critical damage to the lift side of the mech from taking the hit from the behemoth. The hit had mangled the left arm into a piece of twisted and torn pieces of compond scraps of metal. Reactor's dead, battery loosing its power. Pilot's status cannot be determined due to interference with energy charged systems emitting a field as it looses its energy from distability.

Thrie looks at the bloody covered screen infront of him, where he had slammed his head into. The cockpit was dark, and there was no power to open the canopy or untan the canopy for light. He used his last strength to unbuckle the seat harness and release himself from the seat, that had also came out of place. When he moved, he felt a sharp pain across his lower torso. He could think what has happened to him in the worst case scenario. He fell into unconsciousness across the console unaware of whats happening outside.

(ooc: Looks like im placed in charge of the remainings. How odd things turned out. sweatdrop Great...... Oh where thou art Tanasha?)

*With a sigh, Tanasha shifts her jay to key the radio*

*Direct link* Tac-com, target this hostile with platforms two and four and await orders for orbital bombardment. Remaining orbital assets are to continue prior orders.

*Radio* All units, fall back to a minimum safe distance! Repeat, all units fall back!

*Direct link* Check your zone, mark on clear.

OOC: Mech: 75m minimum, 105 minimum safe.
OOC: Infantry: 135 minimum, 195 minimum safe.

OOC: Ranges are reduced if you get behind cover, but NEVER below 45m.