Myiria knew she wasn't dead when a flash went off, so bright that she saw it through her eyelids. She opened her eyes to see zentradi cannon fire slicing through the carrier, battlepod squadrons swooping to engage the Prentan mecha. Myiria pulled her mecha up over the prow of the Prentan cruiser, which was being consumed by explosions. She blasted into the swarms of mecha slugging it out. She ducked one blast, bobbed up under another, rolled to evade yet another, and fired a snapshot in mid roll, scoring a kill with her wrist cannons. Her unit broke formation and dove into the fray. Bolts of blue and red death crisscrossed back and forth, missiles being launched faster than the eye could blink. The three Prentan cruisers they had dodged past earlier were maneuvering to face the newly arrived zentradi battle group, firing what turrets could be brought to face them at maximum range, doing very little damage. The zentradi vessels began to turn, but not quite fast enough. The Prentan vessels finished their turns, and began to charge their main cannons, giant glowing balls of energy at the tips of the vessels. The battlepod forces broke off quickly, and went tearing in at the three cruisers, plastrons blazing, rockets and the odd heavy missile here and there. Explosions raked the front of the lead cruiser, but to little to late, and the three vessels fired. The beams appeared to be less powerful than zentradi cannons, as the leakage did little damage, but those vessels that were hit took extreme damage. Myiria and the others had been left to the massive swarm of Prentan mecha, and it just now occurred to her, as her armor alerted her of a missile lock. She went ballistic, spinning to face the target, chest cannons blowing gaping holes in a Prentan missile drone. The missile bins detonated, creating a rather large explosion, that managed to stun Myiria, sending her mecha shooting out of control, spinning off towards the remains of the burning Prentan carrier. Myiria tried for all she was worth to get her engines to restart, but they just wouldn't. She tried again and again, but nothing would work. Realizing she was going to hit, she moved her arms back, and fired the wrist cannons, trying to weaken the hull armor before she hit it dead on at this speed. She was merely seconds from impact when her engines came back online. They slowed her dramatically, but not quite enough. She smashed through the hull at a medium speed; splitting the hull armor easily, only because of her cannon work did she make it through. She had smashed into a large cargo hold, and before she could get her mecha to its feet, a curtain of armor crashed down to cover the hole she made. The next thing she knew, a tiny door opened, and Prentan men, micronians it appeared, entered with small arms. They saw her mecha, fired a few futile shots, and fled. Myiria was not concerned. She got the mecha to its feet, and started working on the armor curtain. She was out of missiles, and began to fire her chest and wrist cannons, carving the armor up. When it was finally weakened enough, she stepped over to it, and using her manipulators, tore it open, and blasted out. Mecha were everywhere, and seemed surprised to see her. It appeared that reinforcements had arrived for the Prentans. Ugly brown mecha turned to face her. They seemed to be wondering if she was real. Myiria, who was boosting towards them at full speed, was more than willing to prove her existence. She fired both wrist cannons, sweeping the back and forth, scoring kill after kill. It only took her seconds to kill about a dozen of them, but this was a swarm, apparently sent to try and help evacuate the burning carrier. Myiria dove into the thick of them, suddenly under constant fire, angry red bolts leaping across to stab at her. But she was just to fast. Her mecha boosted into the swarm, wrist cannons blazing, chest cannons firing, sending gleaming blue death needles at her enemies, which melted into slag and exploded by her will. She was a god, an avenging angel for her fallen comrades, untouchable as she dove around, guns blazing, Prentan mecha barely able to track her before they were perforated by a burst of cannon fire. A few managed to launch missiles, but to no avail, as the warheads were blasted out of existence. Myiria had missiles shot at her at extreme range, and she bobbed under them. The faster missiles spun around to follow her, as the Prentan opened up with its gun pod, spraying plasma everywhere, unable to hit the blur of green armor. Myiria knew the missiles were right on her as she closed dangerously fast with the Prentan unit. The missiles were mere seconds from impact when she pulled up, straight over the Prentan pilots mecha. His own missiles punched into his mecha, and detonated. Myiria continued to spin and dodge, cannons blazing blue death, cutting a line of angry red holes into one, spinning and firing, blowing the head area off another, bobbing under cannon fire, blasting one above her. They never seemed to stop coming, and she blasted them and kept blasting. Finally, when they were all defeated, Myiria relaxed. She was well out of range of the naval battle, and needed to find her bearings. She was about to take off again, when her radar screamed at her. She pulled up, just in time to dodge a blast of red laser bolts, about six of them in a tight formation. Myiria spun, to see the deadliest looking Prentan mecha she had ever seen. It was also the biggest one she had ever seen, nearly twice the size of her mecha. It was bipedal, and armed with the two biggest gun pods she had ever seen. Myiria imagined that its size gave it plenty of armor, and she wasn't sure if her cannons would penetrate that amount of armor. The weapons on her battle suit were over heated already, and wouldn't last much longer they need to cool down. Myiria flexed her manipulators and dove in for the gigantic mecha, howling the fiercest Quadrono battle cry she could think off. The giant mecha raised its gun pods, and Myiria tackled it headlong, manipulators tearing at its armor. All the while she screamed a war cry, baying for blood.