Overall, an EXCELLENT BGC fic.  Fantasic as always, Adam.

Now, nitpicks:

     "Are you okay?" Linna said in a blur.  "I'm so sorry, I
didn't mean to run into that hard!  Are you hurt?"

Run into WHAT?

     "A few minutes.  My `informant' inside of Genom told me
just as they were about to do it."  He waited for Sylia's
reaction and when he received none, he continued.  "He's
told me that when the thing is active it emits a signal at a
specific high-band frequency that you should be able to
trace.  I'm sending you the amplitude right now."

*groan*

I HATE it when people try to do technobabble and fail miserably.

For your info, Adam, sending her the amplitude is like you asking for a
speed and direction and only getting the speed.

Amplitude is nothing more than saying 4 Volts.

What Sylia needs is the frequency the signal is at (I'd recommend something
at the several gigahertz range), and also perhaps the modulation/encoding
scheme used when the signal is emmited so she can differentiate the signal
from others near or at that frequency.

     "I don't know," admitted Fargo. "He contacts me through
such an encrypted channel that he might not even be able to
send me the schematics."

Once again, meaningless.  If he can communicate at all, he can transmit
data.

It might not be SECURE enough.

     "And infrared scans are being disrupted by all the
fires," Nene continued.

Wouldn't they ALL have infrared scanners?

     "They're using the frequency!" a technician suddenly
turned and said to the ominous figure behind him.

*sigh*

Frequency scans are passive, there'd be no way to tell that they're looking
for it.

Or rather, since sometimes you can use a local oscillator to create the
frequency you're looking for, I'd be REALLY disappointed in Sylia if she
made such an obvious design flaw.

     "I haven't been able to even thoroughly scan the
thing!" Nene whined over the link.  "It's got some sort of
positional force shielding, it's blocking my scans and
making it nearly impossible for you to punch through."

See, THAT's how you do technobabble.  Do it Star Trek style, completely
incomprehensible.

     Darvis Blake fingered his pistol nervously as he
climbed up the staircase of a building that was overlooking
the fight below.  He was taking little more than pod shots

Pod shots?

     Brushing off some of the pebbles and rocks stuck in the
joints of her suit, she noticed the piles of rocks to either
side of where she was previously laying.  She looked up to
the officer, who was now on his feet, trying to look as cool
as ever (again, just like Leon), and nodded.

Once again, I'd like to think Sylia would design better than to allow rocks
in the joints to screw up her designs.

     At least the thing was damaged now.  While Priss was
bombarding the thing with rails, Sylia had managed to dart
in, and, with her vibroblade, chop off one of it's arms.  It
was a distract/attack tactic and seemed to be working the
best against the construct.

Laser blade.  Adam, you should read the RPG books.

     To her surprised, something started to turn up.  "Hey,
I'm getting something!" Nene said.  "It's working!  The
shielding is flickering, I'm getting scans in between
cycles!"

I was gonna bitch on this one, but hell, why bother?  It's not that bad...

     But Sylia had already convinced herself she would win,
and her discipline was one of titanium, not easily deterred.
She simply adjusted the way her legs were positioned to
change the flow of air around her body, applying the
Bernoulli principle in a microsecond.

Adam, while Bernoulli's Principle says that the pressure of a gas decreases
(goes down) as its speed increases (goes up), it's application on such an
irregular object as Sylia falling through the air would be SO difficult to
model I'd find it impossible to believe Sylia could do it instinctivly.

     The slightly enhanced sensor package on the Knightwing
over anything any of the Sabers carried in their hardsuits,
was continuously scanning the area for, at the least,
records.  When it detected the buildup of energy associated
with the mouth cannon of a boomer it made a soft beep, but
in Mackie's somewhat entranced state, it sounded like a
sonic boom.

Something wrong with that first sentence.

     He leaped in chair as the seriousness of the situation
reached him and he spun the Knightwing around suddenly,
causing several of the gyros to momentarily slip, and
activated the multidirectional gun on the belly of the ship.
It descended from a small compartment and pointed straight
down.

Again here.  "He leaped in chair?"

     The man took a deep breath and nodded, despite the fact
that Quincy couldn't see him.  "Even though we were able to
get a satellite lock on the Knight Sabers during the
conflict, our link was broken shortly after the battle
concluded.  Our best guess is they activated some form of
cloaking device to hide their escape."

Not possible.  'Nuff said.  If the satellie is locked on them, it should AT
LEAST be able to track them optically.

That's it for me.

--
Christopher Angel, B.Sc.(CS), B.E. (EE)
c_j_angel@hotmail.com

M.Sc. student at UCalgary