You attempt to signal to the fighters, to no avail.
"Thud... Thud... Thud... Thud..."
Another, different man chimes in on the radio:
"Survivor, you've got an enemy battlemech closing in on your position. Battle computer designation is 'Uller'. Aborting rescue mission. My wing will attempt to provide cover, just get the hell out of there."
The "Uller" stands just a few hundred yards from you. It could easily make you into paste with that cyan-laser it fired before, or it could just bloody step on you.
You have no way of fighting this thing, your only hope is the wing of fighters overhead.