Gardener in the dark
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Ren yelped, biting her lip as she read the scanner results, for the number of battlepods. "Well.... we made a dent" she told her pilot, neglecting to mention how small a dent it was. Her pale skin was paler, and if she wasn't a neko she would have been drenched in sweat. As it was she sat more limply in her seat as she tried to focus on the next set of foes, searching through the nearby battle-pods and prioritizing targets for her fighter, trying to get the ones most likely to shoot at them first.