Open Space and Hyperspace Aug 2, 2018 4:51:35 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2018 4:51:35 GMT -8
<<107 PP, N9 Sector, Interstellar Space>>
Even the scattered return fire from the intruder was effective. It only took only a single shot to destroy the small drones. Of course, hitting one of the small & nimble objects was the real challenge. The random scatter of shots managed to destroy one of the drones by sheer chance, but there were still twenty three of them left. A group of six pushed after the now fleeing intruder, herding her onward with continual beam attacks.
The remaining drones also split up into groups of six (though one group was already down one member). Two of these groups moved through access tunnels in the walls designed for their use in order to bypass the intruder & launch a pincer attack. The last group pushed on even further, setting up another ambush around the manual release, something she would have to pass in order to exit the ship at all, unless she started opening cargo bays.
Emma flipped upside down, her mag boots locking to the roof of the hallway as she held her position near the manual release handle. she fired another volley of shots down the hallway that lead further into the ship, before turning ninety degrees to fire a volley of shots along the hallway out of the ship. The drone fire continued through the mist. Striking her armour, which managed to absorb much of the accurate enough fire. Provided Luxeria lined her ship up correctly, the small distress signal that had activated might reach the woman.
Emma spared a glance toward the handle then, as scattered parts of the instructions were deciphered. There was little time to allow the remaining instructions to be translated. Emma ran across the hallway room. Her mag boots deactivating as she flipped back upright, before locking back to the floor. She grabbed the handle and pulled it outwards, the arm clicking into place as Emma fired another salvo of shots along the hallway. She rotated the lever ninety degrees in place, before sliding it down the channel.
She spun around then, several shots glancing off her armour as she came to a stop and fired several more rounds off. Emma knew she was surrounded. But it was now or never for the release. She turned back around and rotated the handle back ninety degrees, before pushing it into the panel. She started off at a sprint toward the front of the ship. Her mag boots deactivating a moment later before the thrusters in her suit propelled her forward