The Master Sergeant crossed her arms under her bust and leaned against a bullet riddled wall, deep in thought as she watched the green marine gingerly turn the bullet riddled young woman over, the other Cat kneeling down opposite from him. Hearing Mark cut himself off, she briefly raised an eyebrow at him. "Hold your horses Marine. We keep on going like we did, and we'll end up like her," the woman nodded at Emi. The Neko was limp as he turned her over, and having done so, they could all see the blood soaked white shirt she wore. The hollow point rounds that every Nepleslian loved were evenly spaced over her chest, leaving five puckered holes punched through her once flawless skin. "And that's if we don't accidentally shoot each other either," Ylfa added. The woman shook her head when Max raised a point however. "Nope. Kelly, you mind?"
"The Independent Worlds League has been trying to get revenge, but being pacifists, we Freespacers kinda suck at this stuff," the female automaton explained. "It's kinda why I left. I'm actually pretty shocked they finally did something," she shrugged. Ylfa's eyebrows both rose at that before settling down.
"I wish I agreed Stones," the Sergeant replied to Wulfe, the marine managing to easily find a few more batteries for his pistol. Bending over, Ylfa casually made to do the same, like someone picking vegetables from a garden. "Mayumi. I'd like to grab better gear, but we'd probably never make it, and Freia's probably dead set on acting like a bulldog protecting a box of kittens. Even getting back to our ship's going to be a long way, so where's the nearest escape pod?" The raven haired Neko's cheeks didn't even flush at the casual insinuation, but what she did say was unpleasant.
"Level two of this
Habitat Module along with its bridge," she explained. "There's probably more enemies the higher we go too; they're probably all there, taking hostages or trying to get intel. And since our Goddess isn't speaking to us, they probably did something at level four, where she's at." It was bad news all around, and Ylfa's scowl just deepened as it got worse - they were at level six.
"Any of you apes got an idea? I got one, but it's a bit crazy, even for me," she admitted solemnly.
"St-upid....V-virgin," Emi whimpered.