Jack Pine managed to board and load up his Palladin mech
Darkstar after suiting up in his personal gear before the hangar was leveled with a missile bombarment.
"Shit that was close, But not good enough. All forces, we need to provide more time for the evacuation, hold the line, we have trained for this. Stick tot he man beside you, do your job, and show these bastards who the decided to fuck with." Jack said through the external speakers as well as the comm systems. He as well as many others was worried for the safety of the civilians, for Jack was especially worried for his wife Isabelle and his children. His mech had no physical controls as he controlled it like his own body, possessing the mech like some poltergeist, "feeling", hearing, and seeing everything it does. He looked down at his, no the mech's mechanical hand, flexing it as if it was his own. As he was still getting used to such a form of control. Despite the strangeness of it, the technical possession allowed fro greater and more precise control, as a well as a significant drop in reaction time. All thanks to the Geist implant in the back of his neck.
"Now, where is that sick bastard, I'm going to end this here and now. I may be a product, but I will not be used to create a willing monster." Jack again speaking through external audio even as his own lips remained unmoving like the rest of his body as it remained dormant while he piloted, with an almost unconstrained rage at the thought of the man he only knew as Lazarus.
