Engineering
Junko twitched, still feeling the spasms from the massive stun she had been subjected to. The drone’s bull rush had toppled her over before she’d been able to fire up her plasma cutter. She’d managed to wriggle away for a moment, but in her flight she had toppled over into a coil of coolant piping and been swarmed. She wasn’t sure what weapons the drones were using exactly, but enough of them together had overwhelmed the limited protection offered by her suit, burning out its electronics, before finally overwhelming her.
She rose, unsteady on her still numb legs, casting her gaze about as she tried to figure out how long she’d been out. She could feel, more than hear, the vibrations as the machinery came out of lockdown. Trying to call out with a, “Hello,” Junko could tell her suit helmet was muffling her voice. The seals relented momentarily and she dropped the helmet to her side as she shuffled around the coolant tank into full view of the rest of the Mainspace.
Catching sight of her shipmates, she began moving toward them, confidence in her balance growing with each step.
“Taii. All clear, I take it, sir?”