"Am I slow today or what...?" Arin said to herself before she turned the comm back on. "I'm not hurt, I apologise, I must have snagged something along the way and... Oh..." The Ironman suit winded its arm in to bring its unexpected boxy catch closer. "Its a..." The representative paused and thought hard. "A NAM G-16/b... Or /c, a Black Box for a NAM Red Hill or Warhorse transport. We'll need the Yggdrasill's processing power to decrypt this later."
Arin then squeezed the bulky Ironman suit through the shuttle's airlock. Once inside, she immediately took off her helmet for a whiff of air. She snapped the helmet back on again when she realized the atmosphere reeked of rotting flesh.
Arin approached the lying down armor from its feet so she wouldnt need to see the source of the small stream of blood comming out from its neck. Taking out her datapad, she connected it to an inconspicuous port near the armpits. Lets see... Cause of MEC Activation: Preforation of the breastplate armor, depressurisation and pilot injury. Current MEC location unknown. Remaining ARROWs are safe, UCF Generator undamaged and has auto-shutdowned. LBR destroyed. Forearm Antimatter Storage is damaged with a progressive containment failure. Stored Antimatter sucessfully ejected.
"Arin here, the M2a is safe, secure and ready for drop-off. Caution and be advised, the suit has discarded its antimatter supply, it could still be in the area somewhere." While saying this, she moved the armor into a sitting upright position as so the shuttle's artificial gravity would hold the blood in. In the process, she noticed a stub of spine sticking out from the cavity.
Ew.