"Flores." Helmar's voice came over the command channel again, sharper than before. "You're out of position. You've been out of position for five minutes. Get back on the line."
Naysha looked at her sensors and saw that he was right. She had drifted far forward of the defensive line, out into the debris field between the defenders and the main body of the enemy, and there were more Mekharans around her now than there were Federation Mechas.
She also saw the fourth one.
It was Mecha-sized, drifting slowly among the wreckage a short distance ahead, with one leg torn away at the hip and a long, dark gash running down its side. It was moving, so it was alive, but it was moving slowly, and it was not firing at anyone. It seemed to have lost track of the battle entirely, turning in place as though it did not know which way to go.
It was the best chance she had seen in eight months.
"Flores, did you hear me?"
"I hear you," Naysha said, and accepted the scan.
