Starboard Cargo Bay
Sienna's head whipped around again, her sweaty, matted hair slapping against her forehead as she spotted Six Four's flamethrower trained on the open loading bay, and her eyes flared open in apprehension. "No, wait--!"
A plume of white-hot plasma blasted through the cargo bay, narrowly missing Tam's loaded crates, the radiant heat blistering their surfaces as the painted-on markings bubbled and boiled away, leaving black scorch marks in theiir place. From outside, it appeared that the ship violently belched fire from its side, like some kind of squat, metallic dragon. A few of the spider-drones cresting the opening were thrown clear by the blast, tumbling back into the churning ocean of advancing metal arachnids, staggering or crushing some of the ones on the ground. Others that weren't directly in the firey tongue emitted a high-pitched, distorted digital screech as they scrambled away, trying to evade the intense heat.
Sienna threw her arm in front of her face, shielding herself from the flesh-searing column of fire, running as fast as her feet would carry her in the gravity towards the aft bulkhead and pressed herself against it.
Computer Core
The Digital entity spread out through out the ship's computer systems, as if a mind expaned into a galaxy. Crash was becoming more of the ship than It was itself. Slowly at first but building speed as It gained more control the ship's turrets rotated and began firing rapidly into the area the crew were trying ot evacuate from. Pumping raw energetic death at the drones that were coming in waves, crashing upon the ships exterior.
Crash started powering up the main engines. Each joule of energy beat through him as if blood was flowing though the bot's body. Wtih a high flow through Crash's processor, It brought the engines up and the ship started to rise from the ground, though it didn't tip up and race towards the stars and the planet's rings. Instead it rolled and tipped so that the still-lowered loading ramp on the ship's underbelly was easier for the crew to use. The intercoms of the ship started wheezing as if someone was breathing hard from exertion.
Outside
Heavy, dull explosions erupted around the ship as the turrets sprang to life and blasted their payloads into the encroaching waves of drones, blowing massive craters in the ground as they threw bits of rock, dirt, and blasted-apart metal hundreds of feet into the air. By the dozen the advancing robots were annhialated, but for every one that Crash destroyed, two more were there to take its place, intent on grounding the ship, single-mindedly set on tearing it apart for the materials. As the ship lifted off, a few of the ones already attached to the ship's underbelly were shaken loose and fell to the ground with a hard thud, but the majority of them held fast.
One of the drones fell on top of Oreza in a glancing blow, knocking him to the side, but its ponderous weight landed squarely on his right leg, snapping it at the knee. The first mate howled in agony as he crumpled to the ground.
Computer Core
Streaching out Crash could "see" through the sensors as if they were its own eyes, with growl It kept the firing out a fast as the weapons could cycle. It wouldn't be long before they would burn out at this rate, then all Crash had in reserve was a blast from the main engines at full power. That, though, would roast everyone on the ground as if they were just marshmellows in a campfire. The breathing continued growing more and more labored as Crash stretched out controling 90% of the ship's systems itself. the digitalized voce growled through the intercoms again, "Get them aboard now... Can't sustain fire rate long."
Starboard Cargo Bay
The fiery blast from Six Four's flamethrower let up for a moment as the ship lurched and turned with Crash's maneuvering, and the three crew members in the cargo bay staggered under the jerky, uneven movements. Six Four stumbled backwards a few steps before steadying herself on the opposite wall, and Sienna slapped her hands hard against the edge of the loading bay portal next to where she was standing, narrowly avoiding toppling outside. Amelia, on the other hand, stumbled backwards and bounced off of one of the crates behind her, falling forward towards the open bay. An involuntary scream belted out of her lungs as she desperately tried to catch herself on the edge, barely managing to grab the lip of the deck as she fell over the edge and yanked her arm taught, dangling there by barely more than her fingertips like a weight at the end of a fishing line above the swarms of drones beneath her.
From where she hung, she could see more of the drones clinging fast to the underside of the ship, one of them in arm's reach. Some of them appeared to be securely fastened to the ship by some means other than their legs, and she noticed a few others at sporadic intervals firing some kind of bolt or rivet from the bottom of their domed bodies into the hull, fastening them firmly in place.