"What on earth are you doing? Can't you properly activate your mech's aft wing jets to reduce the impact of landing? You thought it's necessary to make a flashy entrance, but who do you think would even see you besides the local defense forces?
Do you know how many buildings you've destroyed with that landing? Do you have any idea how much direct economic loss you've caused? How much will it cost to rebuild after the war?"
Lying in the cockpit of the Mech, controlling it through his neurons, Fage, the pilot, couldn't help but curl his mouth into a bitter smile upon hearing the scolding coming through the communication line.
He, too, wanted to follow the scolding instructions relayed by headquarters and use his wing jets to reduce the kinetic impact of emergency landing, thus minimizing damage to nearby buildings.