Cargo Bay
The sound of explosions and the accompaniment of a corpse in the air were enough to draw her attention. The automatic weapons fire was just the icing on the cake. At her commander's order to attack, Ay'indri scrambled to cover and drew her sidearm. For the moment the enemy seemed distracted by whatever, or whomever they were fighting. The poor bastards were about to be subjected to a crossfire.
Who was she to deny them this unique opportunity to die horribly? The crystal in her pistol still read at 93%, and she had a nearly full magazine of poison-tipped, three millimeter needles of death waiting to be let free. The prisoners briefly came to mind. Then promptly left it with a mental shrug as she fired several times at the armed group of Laibe. If they were dumb enough to try to run to their comrades, they'd get shot. If they tried to interfere they'd get shot. And if they remained as they were, chances were high it'd end in yes. . . them being shot.
Either way, they were not her problem right now.