Oh geez... Elisto nearly facepalmed and sighed. "I'm not NMX," said the intelligence officer as he slowed the vehicle to a stop. He carefully folded his arms over his chest and thought about the situation and how to handle it.
Sadly, he hadn't expected this to happen, though perhaps he should've.
Rubbing his chin; he looked up from the vehicle dashboard. He knew that this was a precarious position to be in. If the soldier fired, his armor would be able to take the hits but then he'd be required to return fire and that wasn't something he relished doing to a civilian.
"I'm a friendly, names Elisto Tereane, attached to the 21st Fighting Diamonds. I'm not here to harm you or do anything to you, all I'm trying to do is get these prisoners out of here so that the NMX 'do not' recapture them and use them for a fate worse than death."
His hand was still near the rifle, ready just in case, though inwardly he was really hoping he wouldn't have to use it.
Again his helmet hissed and though the message was brief he could make out the voice a bit. When he attempted to send a response back, all he got was static from his suit. Crap, don't tell me my transceiver was damaged? Either that or I have a malfunction in the suit..
"Scrapyard here, can anyone hear me?" he said, sending the message out on the 21st's comm band.