Space
Jaime's precise, enranged shots peppered the
Yuuko-class aggressor with pinpoint accuracy. It was as if her anger was poured into the projectiles, flashes of light silhoetting her as they smashed into the cockpit one after another, causing the fighter to veer wildly off course, spiralling twice lazily before detonating into a tremendous plume of energy.
Shasse's lack of fire as she retreated didn't serve her well, mind scattered from the trial she had been put through. Jaime's timely assault was the only thing that prevented the attack craft from smearing her across its hull like scarlet paint. That being said, the squadron of hostiles had already span up and jumped on the chance, the leader and his men closing the already small gap with a few quick bursts of speed.
Having had the time she took to shoot to ready themselves, the enemies finally squeezed their triggers, Shasse's shield absorbing the first bolt or two with ease. However, one blast clipped her less-shielded right ankle, breaking through the armor plating and into the soft fleshy interior. She blinked out of existence and back beside one of the breaches, Deck 70. Emiko's attack into the closest armor's chest smashed through it with ease, crimson fluid fountaining into the void of space as the Rixxikor was blasted backwards.
Akira's battlegroup flared their thrusters, jetting forth towards Kikyo even as her lifesigns blinked off like a candle in a storm upon their HUD. "Suzuki-shoi, she's gone.." Her SNCO muttered down comms, Sections 1 and 2 halting their approach and holding their positions, "Orders, ma'am?"
The rest of the squadron filed off under her directive efficiently, filing off to help relieve the onslaught of invaders. A series of battlecries and grunts of pain were signalled down her local comms, Akira's blasts knocking one Lamia flying and driving another off under her excellent suppression.
Miko soared from the power armor bay like a shooting star, overtaking his comrades with ease as they looked on with awe. The warrior left a heated, glowing trail behind him as he raced like a blink of light towards the crimson flashes on his HUD, darting inside. Deck 64.
Fighters
Akane and Aoi were twin scythes of death, a fearful presence making themselves known with a smoldering trail of debris. It was now that final, badly damaged battleship began to swing around to them, turrets spinning lazily before halting, tracing their motion and those of their wing. One after another, missiles sprang free of their moorings, racing down the barrels.
Armin and Arcturus span gracefully through the entropy, the torpedoes they had spared slamming hard into the crippled vessel's bridge, nipping the assault on the
Shinigami's other ace fighter. A pulse of energy rippled visibly through the ship, all the windows blowing into space as shattered pieces of hardened glass. A mere moment later, the entire hull erupted in every direction, nought but an expanding globe of flame as its ammunition detonated.
The Sargas twins' struggle wasn't over yet as without warning their craft veered harsh to the right, wrenching the Mamushi off course. Warnings lit up from one second to the next, hull punctures moving closer to their cockpit, their weight suddenly increased. It was almost as if something was.. climbing?
YSS Shinigami
Bay 70
Moesashi's gallant rallying cry stirred hope and resolution in the hearts of her comrades as they thundered down the broken corridors. Turning in towards seven Lamia, their heads whipped upwards from surveying the tight hallway, spreading themselves across it.
The jade warriors' visors flashed like thunderbolts as scorching bolts roared from their many weapons. The enemy had been waiting for something like this. Even as energetic darts smashed against their inferior mail, Yama's blazing stream leaping like a tiger against the nearest opfor, they retaliated.
The firefight broke out, munitions punching back into the tight ranks of emerald green. The blazing inferno released by their leader melted the metal from the enemy's chest and neck in an instant, the foe unable to scream yet darted down the stream in range, white flames even scorching the PA to its rear.
Midori's SARAH warped into view, miraculously not forming atop any allies or foes. Her silo of weapons opened up like an array of fireworks, despite having teleported a few feet behind Moeashi. A flurry of iridescent ammunition jumped free from the samurai, her positioning and close quarters not quite accomodating the sudden cascade - a targeted tango was blown to kingdom come, the other's entire right side blasted into dust also, the three behind them targeting her with renewed malice.
The showy distraction allowed Yama's contender to wrap its gauntleted fingers around the flamethrower's heated barrel, the Rixxikor yanked down even as its synthesiser liquified in a screech of bubbling torment, the roaring flames burning against the floor below the grappling pair even in its death throes, strength almost absent from its form now.
The cries of the battle carried down the halls, falling upon Miles' ears even over the commotion of soldiers sprinting underneath him as if they had places they
really needed to be. A SAINT official stumbled as they jogged through the crowd, their shoulder knocking against an Infantryman that they snarled at, the weapons they had been lugging scattering freely across the room. "You worthless purpleplate! What are you doing?!"
Deck 65
As they slipped through the Bridge doors, Kimberly nodded to her Close Protection Officer, guiding jogging through to the nearest lift. "Everyone, stay on alert. If you see anything of note, shout out and once we get to a breach I want everyone to be
on it."
The Bridge crew's journey down through the decks was one of apocalypse, injured and unconcious slumped against the walls and floating within the lifts they zipped down. It seemed they were mostly deserted otherwise, the crew as a whole designated to damage control, repair or repulsion. Electronic pads, wads of paperwork and random pieces of assigned equipment lay scattered.
Deck 65. Gazing through the sealed blast doors, Kimberly wiggled into her environment suit, her eyes zipping between each of the assembled in turn. "I'll override the lock, I want everyone to get in there and make sure nothing comes through that breach. See if we can salvage anything from that fighter.." Her silver orbs settling on the one Nepleslian between them all, "You, Ensign."
With a swipe of her hand on the lock, her absolute credentials forced the emergency-lit bulkhead panel to light a positive green. After two seconds, it flashed, rumbling open as the corridor was evacuated of air, more bulkheads slamming down at its end to keep the ship safe.
Deck 64
Sora's shock-and-awe tactics worked beautifully, the hostiles not believing they would dare approach. Her cannon's shots smashed the barbarian captor's legs into oblivion at this close range, their shielding likely cobbled together scrap. She slammed straight into the buckling enemy as it attempted to give one final, snapping squeeze to the helpless medic. The sheer force rippled through the pair into the deck, the angel of death's wrists blasting a huge, ragged hole clean through the lamia's chest. The searing shots scorched the walls behind the Rixxikor as they coughed and spasmed at the impact, barely missing the the head of a casualty, lying in their gurney against the far wall.
Above her, two more armors pounced, the now-deceased's depleted fireteam.
Engineering
Noboyuki's engineering was in a cataclysmic state, redshirts trying the best they could with welding tools and all sorts of equipment. Terminals sparked and extinguishers lay abandoned, evidence of fires since put out scattered around.
"CHIEF!" His vice screeched from an overhead walkway, "WE NEED TO GET POWER BACK ONLINE!" Just as her mouth closed, it curled into one of horror as a heavily damaged PA stumbled into engineering - an enemy PA. Weakly, it began to raise a bolted-together machine gun, one insectoid eye burning with hatred from a fissure in its helm.
