Alex recovered, to his credit, fairly well, and as his shields dropped to zero and collapsed he began to take more care to dodge the incoming shots as the
Araxie and her namesake sliced through the enemy torpedo launchers. He transformed with a spin, and sent out a blossom of mini missiles to destroy nearby targets. As conflagration engulfed them, Alex twisted and spun through oncoming fire like a dancer, his shots tearing a swath through the ranks of the pirates.
When there were only 15 mecha remaining, a
cargo ship emerged from behind a nearby asteroid. A heavily distorted voice was audible to everyone nearby when they ordered; "Second wave, launch!" This was immediately followed by 50 more mecha pouring out of the cargo holds of the craft, and at least 20 of them were holding torpedo launchers. These enemies quickly brought the
Araxie's shields down to half as they circled the ship.
Meanwhile, Alex was hard pressed to continue decimating the pirate forces, and he darted through the carnage like an expert pilot, despite still having barely any shield power left. He would need to recharge them soon or risk taking damage.
When a stray torpedo missed Alex and impacted one of the salvage ships, bodies were sent tumbling into the void as the hull began to buckle. Alex noticed this and shouted over the radio, "Evee! Get out there in one of our power armors with your tools. I want you to help fix up that hole and get those people back inside if you can."
Alex took a few hits to his left arm, which was fortunately not in use at the moment, but it still was a jarring blow. Even his skills were quickly being overwhelmed by sheer numbers of hardened combatants, despite assistance from Araxie and the ship which bore her name.