IC: Lieutenant Simone Stormwind, Agent Devon Robie ?4-T-A?, Templar battlemech and battlefield. Location: Hoth The instant that her finger tightened on the trigger of her laser pistol, Stormwind knew what she had to do to save her Templar, and turning her face away from the blasted canopy, shoved her left arm through her webbing restraints, all the way up to her bicep, clenched her fist and smashed it down on the fat red ejection button set into her left armrest! Explosive bolts flipped the booby-trapped canopy away into the snow, and a rocket thruster under her seat launched it and her up out of the mech and into the frigid air, the seat spiralling out-of-control under a triple set of emergency chutes, while she hung on as long as she could with the one arm, eventually plummeting free into the snow beside her mech. Unseen, the abandoned canopy was immediately engulfed in an instant dome of intense white light with a three metre diameter, then a few seconds later, the thermal detonator?s baradium shields dissipated, leaving a smooth crater in the rock. * * * * Devon had seen the doll-like silhouette spiralling out of the sky on with the ejection seat, but it was the actions of the Imperial dark trooper, that convinced him that the girl was ?friendly?. Airborne on the power of his thruster pack, the distant Imperial was determined to finish the mercenary girl off, sniping the ground around her. Clearly, the flying didn?t lend itself to personal accuracy. The rodian rolled the Plex off his shoulder and stood, pushing back his hood to bring all his senses to bear, drew his DL-44 blaster and aimed it in a double-handed grip at the floating Imp. With a pack of AT-AT?s still bearing down on the Alliance base, and snowspeeders being punched out of the air, this lone jet-trooper was small potatoes, but right now, he had Devon?s full attention. Locking in with not just his goggled eyes, but the sensor nodes atop his green scalp, Devon pulled the trigger once, the crimson energy bolt smacking the target's helmet to one side. The figure dropped to the ground like a marionette with its? strings maliciously snipped! Devon plunged through the snow, boots sinking ankle deep with each step, puffing hard as he headed for the girl. Dropping to his knees beside her, he did the chivalrous thing without thinking, snapping open the catches on his heavy parka and shoving the already frozen woman inside, guiding her coverall-clad arms inside the thick sleeves, and sealing it around her much more petite form. He drew the fur-lined hood over her head, and used the drawstring to draw it tight under her chin. By this point, the cold was starting to get to him too, and he knew that dressed as he now was, he would never make it back to the laser tower, let alone Echo Base. Towing Simone by an oversized sleeve, he started to trudge towards the fallen dark trooper, intending to commandeer the other?s outfit, and especially his thruster pack. ?Disengage. Disengage. Begin retreat action.? The general recall code blurted from the frost-covered comlink on what was now her sleeve, making him wonder for the briefest moment, what he had done with the heavy communicator he had used earlier. Devon hugged himself in an attempt to preserve his own body heat as he wondered how the frag he was going to get out of this. ?Echo Base to Echo Station 4-T-A.? Such was the debilitating cold that the message had to be repeated before he realised they were talking to him. ?Ec-ec-echo Station 4,4,4-T-A, c-copy.? He chattered, dropping to his knees beside the dead Imperial, and tried to use suckered fingers that didn?t want to cooperate to separate the corpse from the thruster pack. ?Echo Base to Echo Station 4-T-A. We?re pulling out, double time it back to base. Also a question, is your ship able to extend its bubble to a large degree? We may have special duty for your ship.?