The commotion which took hold of the station had swirled up a fuss from a majority of the security present. However, there was a group which remained focused and vigilant over the conference above any other matter. From the United Outer Colonies, a group of black uniform clad Jiyuuans and plate armor clad Fyunnen stood watch over the conference room, patiently they stood guard even as the sounds of the dying could be heard. Once the battle turned however, and the enemy came closer, a portion of the group made their move.
The Jiyuuan security team slipped back closer to the conference room as they took decidedly defensive positions with weapons drawn and ready to fire upon any advancing enemy. Their gaze fixed to the distant portions of the corridors as they kept their vigil.
Activity however mostly came from the Fyunnen as heavy cloaks were thrown aside to reveal packs which they carried. These packs held their 'tools of the trade'. Some of the Fyunnen had pairs of rifles slung over their shoulders, models such as the Hik'id and Ek'yra made their appearance as the formidable soldiers brought their first weapons to the ready. One of the Fyunnen however was given the task of the initial 'mow down' process. Beneath the formidable armor clad woman's cloak was a large metallic backpack with a multi-barreled twin-handled weapon slung beneath it. The Fyunnen drew the weapon and propped it against her plate-armor clad hip as she began to spin the barrels of the Deviance Gatling weapon. Scrawled across the side of the weapon in Lorath script was a phrase... 'Petals, Rain, The Dead - All Fall'
It was a deafening sound as the Fyunnen let loose with her initial volley of fire. A series of small taps on the trigger produced thundering sounds as durandium-coated beads of shot flew through the air, scattering in the direction of the infected and any which were stupid enough to stand in the way. The Fyunnen was careful with her fire, gently easing into the spray of metal as she let the enemy come along with some friends before she would let loose with another volley. When the wounded fell, she would make it a point to place a couple of shots into each corpse before moving onto the next target.
The Gatling shotgun bearing Fyunnen was not alone in her efforts however. When an attacker would come from a blind spot, or when it was a single individual, her sisters in combat would support her. One of the Fyunnen guards which held one of the Lorath made railgun rifles let loose a shot at a pair of infected which attempted to charge from a blind-side. The single shot tore through the air, and as it collided with the first of the infected, the round exploded and shattered into many smaller bits of shrapnel as the round passed through the other side of the first target, and into the other, tearing one of the infected in half, and tearing dozens of massive wounds into the second.
The Fyunnen were in their element. In a situation which they were bred for. The slaughter of those which threatened what lay behind them and what they were vowed to defend. Regardless if the room contained the Empress of one of their people's most hated rivals, it did not matter, it was their job to keep the room safe.
Behind the Fyunnen, the black uniform clad Jiyuuans maintained their watch. Seemingly doing little... however, they made their contributions to the cause in the form of precision supportive fire. With the aid of the suits which clad their frames, the Jiyuuans were able to place precision shots using their Arbitrator pistols. Infected which attempted to bear their weapons against the Fyunnen or Jiyuuans would find their weapon quickly incapacitated by a shot, or their shooting hand reduced to a stump. Then... the Fyunnen would finish the job. Despite the panic of the moment, the guards which came from the Colonies made their stand at the secured door. Not advancing, not falling back, but merely standing their ground as they promptly disposed of any which advanced on their position in any sort of threatening manner.
While they laid down their fire, one of the Fyunnen spoke up. "Charger, what do you think got into these heathens?" She spoke as she fired a burst of plasma at one of the attacking Nekovalkryja, reducing her into a pile of char and ash.
The Fyunnen which released burst after burst from her Gatling replied. "Not sure, I don't care though. We get to kill some of the wretches."
"Confirmed." A third Fyunnen spoke as she placed a fresh magazine into her weapon. "Just try not to hit the ones that look scared, they're most likely the innocent ones... As I said though, just try." With that, the Fyunnen brought her weapon to her shoulder and unleashed a burst of bullets which promptly popped an Infected Yamataian's head off of her shoulders.
"Black, you never let us have any fun." The first of the group spoke before she was broadsided by a Nekovalkryja which charged her once her weapon's power cell ran out.
The talkative Fyunnen soon found why the Nekovalkryja had managed to fare well in the field of battle for so long, as the infected soldier brought her boot down upon the Fyunnen's armor. The stonethread-titanium composite cracked under the blow, but not before denting inwards. A ragged cough and a sputter of blood came from the Fyunnen's helmet as she felt her rib-cage give way to the stomp, and her wings snap and crack behind her. The nekovalkryja then reached down and ripped the helmet off of the Fyunnen before lifting her and pulling a writing object out from her back, where the vile creatures had made their temporary home.
The Fyunnen soldier set her eyes on the writhing creature. The sharp barb on the beast told her all she needed to know. It was the embodiment of plague and corruption, and she would not let such a thing touch her. With a barbaric scream the Fyunnen brought her armor clad fist forward and into the Nekovalkryja's belly. The clawed gauntlet tore through the belly of the soldier of the Empire. While the Fyunnen's hand was in the Nekovalkryja, she grasped onto what she thought was an organ to pull it out... instead, when she removed her hand it was another of the vile writhing barbed creatures. She promptly crushed it in her hand before she looked to the Nekovalkryja, which looked terrified as she fell to the deck and clutched her belly in pain.
"They're infested!" The Fyunnen called out with a ragged cough of blood as she took a knee and went about bringing her fists down upon the remaining parasites which clung to the Nekovalkryja. "Don't let them touch you, and shoot anything that crawls!" Once the Fyunnen finished crushing the parasites beneath her fists, she crawled back to the side of the Jiyuuans as she began to conduct first aid procedures upon herself using a Lorath first aid kit.
"Goddess forgive us then as we have taken the lives of the innocent in the path to dispensing justice upon the wretched." The Fyunnen named Black spoke as she let out a somber sigh. The other Fyunnen too muttered softly in their own tongue 'Forgive us' as they lost the taste for the moment, yet continued in their defense of the conference room.
