Ah, it seems he's woken up to his possible slow and painful death here. He hadn't even managed more than thirty steps.

Aftermath idly wonders if his name had ever ended up on The List; it seemed a possibility. He's pissed off a lot of higher ranked mechs and deserted his post to a be a journalist. Good mechs had gotten onto that list for less.

He could run. He wouldn't get far though, between the bad knee and various chunks of his alt mode missing. Pity, really, since he probably could have outrun Tarn on four wheels; Tarn was a tank and one without the rest of his cadre or ship there for the moment.

Oh well.

Peering down the fusion canon barrels, Aftermath sighs quietly and greets, "Commander Tarn. I take it you've just awoken here as well?"