"Frell!" the carrier pilot growls, watching on the radar as the Hive force draws near. "Ya! It is time to go now!"
"Negative!" The force commander moans, clearly in the throes of arousal with her BioFrame. "We need them to see the Hive fire on us instead of the kaiju!"
As Scyllia and Patches attacked the wounded kaiju, Ya urged Patune to let it go, "Frames coming, boy." she urged, rubbing a bundle of his nerve tendrils with the side of her head, coaxing him to turn that way. She could feel him stiffening inside her as his frustration with not being allowed to finish the monster surged. The Hive's vanguard was visible. A pair of fast attack Frames that could tie up both Patune and Granite if they let them get close.
As Scyllia's blue-white fire seared away at the wounded kaiju, Ya called the carrier. "We're going to need an evac, but I want one of these frames. Patches, you hear me? I'm going to core their lead frame and I want you to bring it home, Scyllia, pretty girl - you run back to the carrier as soon as Patches hacks that Frame." The kaiju screamed in fury as Scyllai's laser array tore open the gash that Patune's long fangs had opened up.
Patune began to charge, eager to get his claws on the Hive frame, assert his kaiju dominance over something. "Steady boy," Ya cooed, let them come to us. Patune was raw, physical, eager to grab, tear and bite, but the mass driver would do the job.
"Flora, you and Granite burn down that other scout and get your asses to the carrier."
Aboard the carrier the pilot barked into the internal comms, "Gears! I'm gonna need that thruster at full, NOW!"