Wardroom
The second drone crackled and sizzled as sparks furiously spouted from its "wounds" after Takeyu finished it off. As it slumped over, its precarious position on the top of the stairs faltered, and the inactive robot slowly tipped over and tumbled down the stairs with loud, clattering bangs.
Sienna didn't have a chance to sigh in relief or celebrate, however, before the announcement came over the ship's intercom, and her shoulders slumped as she groaned in exasperation. Ayumi in front of her said the same thing she thought at that moment; if the drones understood their language, which she felt she could safely assume they did, whoever had broadcast the message had just given away their intent to the invaders.
Then another loud clattering came from the kitchen, followed immediately by the sound of spindly legs skittering and energy bolts screaming through the air. Still lying on her side, nearly prone, Sienna ducked her head towards the floor on reflex, though the shots were aimed too high to be intended for her. Looking up, she noticed that Chieko was down, and was just in time to see Ayumi land one shot on the second drone, staggering it briefly, then take a shot in the hip and crumple down to one knee.
Thinking quickly, her eyes shot to the wok she had dropped, a few feet away. Staying as flat on her belly as she could, she crawled forward, pulling herself along on her elbows and keeping her chin next to the floor. A shower of sparks rained down on her as an errant shot richocheted off of the stairway banister, and she winced as the heat washed over her back, bottom, and legs, praying that her clothing didn't catch fire as a result.
Finally reaching the wok, she snatched it and clutched it tightly in her right hand, taking several hard, rigid breaths in and out as she lifted her head just enough to be able to peek over the center table. Two more drones emerging from behind the buffet, still relatively close to one another. Psyching herself up, and cursing her suicidal stupidity at the same time, she heaved two more rough breaths and sprang up, throwing the heavy metal wok at the one in front as hard as she could.
The drone spotted the incoming projectile and turned to face it. However, it evidently didn't consider it a threat, as it did nothing to evade it or fire upon it. The second one, smoking from Ayumi's NSP bolt, reacted even less, only turning slightly to assess the attack, and in less than a second deciding to continue its initial course of action. The wok smashed into the first drone with the loud, resounding PWANG! of metal on metal, but other than the satisfying sound it created, the drone was unaffected and unmoved.
However, a meaningful attack was not Sienna's goal. She didn't truthfully expect a flung frying pan to do any real damage to the spindly-legged automatons, but it did successfully serve to distract the attackers' attention for a fleeting instant.
Within that blink of an eye, Sienna launched herself forward towards Ayumi, over the railing and into the middle of the wardroom. Her shoulder slammed into the medic's upper back, bowling her forward, and wrapped her arms tightly around her torso as her dive-tackle carried them both sliding next to the cover of the table. Another volley of electrical bolts seared the air less than a hair's breadth above them.
Their landing and rough stop against the back side of the table caused pain to course anew through Sienna's hands and body, and she felt a sharp sting on the side of her forehead as she nicked it on the corner of a chair they slid past. In seconds the painkillers took over again, however, and it subsided, but she knew that after they wore off, she was going to be extremely uncomfortable for a while.
She turned her eyes to Ayumi. The medic was favoring her hip, and didn't look like she could move very quickly for the time being. "Gimme your gun," Sienna demanded of the injured Ayumi, her eyes cold and focused.
