Lower Level
Hollowpoint's cumbersome vice-like hands didn't have the ability to give a thumbs up, but the appreciated nod they gave seemed to take what Ziggy said in stride. In particular, it also seemed to trouble them that the woman mentioned there being several enemies, but the lack of ability to speak again made their reasoning obscure.
The plan they rapidly came up with to solve this situation, however... Not so obscure.
Shoulder-mounted laser cannon aimed upwards at the basic steel ceiling panels, and let loose a bright red torrent which scorched through them easily. They were not aiming at an exact point, but instead bisecting the entire width of the corridor, and then working their way around the enemies supposed location.
Very soon, an entire slab of the floor above was likely going to come crashing down in front of them!
Upper Level
There was something a little strange about the helmet's latch as Six-Three attempted to manipulate it. The polysentience data noted the release being on the left, but it was mirrored on the right here. The entire suit was mirrored, as if copied from someone's POV. In the mean time, Hollowpoint was groggily righting themselves, not quite knocked out, but momentarily overstimulated and confused.
The occupant within had an odd mix of features. Androgynous with high cheekbones and sharp eyes, pale skinned and bearing a short black mohawk. No clear signs of being a Nekovalkyrja, but then again, they had a stark absence of a Nepleslian brow or Freespacer jawline too. It was like somebody had crafted the perfect nobody.
Suddenly coming to their senses once more, they thanked Genesculptor for the intrusion by offering a thunderous punch to the metallic side of his face. It was like being clubbed with a mallet, disproportionately strong compared to the lithe being it was coming from. Probably best not to think about what would have happened if they had aimed left instead. Before the spacer scientist even had time to react, the person performed a lightning fast recoil jump backwards, followed by a springing kick to the stomach, and then back out of reach again, difficult to even follow by eye. All the while, Kiver was kept out of line of sight, and thus line of fire...
Pathless Journey martial arts, like those competitions they held on the poly? The spacer-esk use of inertia and vectors... It just
had to be...
Another strike wound up, moving for a spinning kick. Left side. Then- Unexpected stumbling.
A blinding flash from behind Kiver's back. A crimson line was drilling through the panels, heating the air to uncomfortable levels, and cutting off their escape route in the process. Within no time at all, the weapon began arcing around the left side of the group in one long continuous beam, sawing through the common steel floor panels with ease. The intense groaning of metal and shuddering vibrations said gravity was not going to support it much longer.
The now-unfriendly guide just looked to the still locked bulkheads behind them, and then back to the only escape route that remained; Right through Six-Three and Kiver...
