"Nice try, "Iron Maiden"," Fives replied, snorting lightly at that. "Unless there's another asteroid wreck in the area, I think you better stop playin' games an' show yourself. I'm right here, and so far as I can see, this scrapheap's far from needing assistance."

     As he spoke, he tried scanning other channels to see if he could find a way to contact the other Troopers, knowing they'd likely be doing the same as soon as they found themselves jammed. Come on, come on...

     Now and again he'd glance back towards the console, and he stepped towards it once again, lifting a hand towards its screens.