Rolled 10 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>6325679
>>6325711
>>6325801

"Miguel! Cover-!" You call out attempting to get the orange GINN to react quickly as you raise up your rifle to the defenseless Mercenary-.

Would-be... As they draw a folding knife from their MS Waist, dashing ahead towards you!

>CQC = 52 (Minour Success)

You clinch your teeth, fighting the momentum of your dash as the blue GINN tackles you head-on, deftly flicking the knife into active position as they pushed you, stabbing forth towards your GINN's weapon arm.

Yet, as you recover and dampen from the shock, you move ahead, locking your GINN's arm to the fuselage of the Blue GINN, gripping tightly and pulling into them for a kick into their center of mass-

Yet that move, as reckless and dangerous as it seemed paid off as the Mercenary pulled back, jettisoning away as Aiman followed pursuit just as you raised your weapon towards them-

Right as you realize that same maneuver botched the mercenary's attack, though not without slight success as you realize your Machine-Gun's receiver had been punctured through, making you discard the now useless weapon as you drew out your heavy blade.

Aiman had gotten into the groove as they followed along the GINN, cutting off their firing positions and even forcing them to expend their precious rounds in short bursts of self-defense which-.

Allows you both once again to corner them as their recoil-less rifle clicks.

"Tch! You break up a good sweat, Mercenary!" Aiman threw in shaded praise as the Blue MS pulled another folding knife "Figures I'd remember you back at Boaz... What name shall I remember as I let you taste the vacuum of space?"

You're a bit short-of-patience for the theatrics, wanting to get the threat done and the supply stations safe altogether but-...

But the Mercenary opens their comms line as a particularly deep voice comes from the other end.

"Gai Murakumo, of the Serpent's Tail."

>Roll 1d100-10