Supply Room
"This can't be f$^* happening!" Helen exclaimed, pissed off more than anything else, as she unleashed a slug from her railcannon, aimed right for the back of the fleeing Mishhu just as he passed the exit while the doors were still open. She scowled bitterly at that point, she knew things were going to get worse, and what made things even more complicated, were non-combatants in the area. "Akemi, if you want to be personally responsible for luggage, that is up to you, but we're here to finish a mission. If those two become a liability, they will be your responsibility." Helen spoke within the matter of a fraction of a second over the now-available communications systems.
Even while Helen scolded Akemi, she knew there was a job to do, there was also her job to do as a member of SAINT. "Reika, and my escort, on me! We're taking a minor detour! Everyone else, hold that exit or if the situation becomes unfavorable, move ahead and Reika and I will catch up, we'll be with you shortly if we can manage it!" With that, Helen, with Reika in tow, went about moving back up the conveyor, and to the adjacent room with the cloning facilities.
Once up the conveyor, Helen activated the aether projector on the forearm of her Kylie on a very short saber-setting, as she went about cutting through the transparent durandium wall, before barging her way into the cloning room, where she went about quickly looking for hostiles, as she held her aether gatling in one hand, and her projector-equipped arm up as well. She knew what she saw when they were passing through, and she had to secure one for the Empire, for the sake of knowing what was to come, and she was going to kill anything that got in the way of that. A manufacturing and distribution station? It was minor, compared to the manufacturing of a new infantry soldier to replace the incompetent masses of NMX which they had so easily dispatched over the last year of the war.
"Reika!" Helen called out, as she pointed in the direction of what she knew as a ST machine. "Get on that ST device, set it up for a copy procedure. Do whatever it takes to get the damned thing online!" With that, Helen moved to cover the other SAINT operative, as she expanded the area of her CFS, causing the air to ripple about her Kylie as she made sure to keep possible unseen foes at arms length.