Between Yori and Mako, Jane was more than distracted. There was plenty of time for everyone else to run to their favored team-mate or shoot at whatever they'd decided to shoot at. Unfortunately for the two of them, Jane's focus was more than enough for both of them. She sprayed Yori with a quick burst as the technician popped around from behind the APS. Yori's power-suit took only grazes from the barrage, but some doodad or thrust-nozzle or scambulating kajigger was bent or outright broken. Immediately, a stream of fluid began to issue forth from Yori's left leg-plate; the nature of which eluded everyone except the technician herself. Simultaneously, Jane struck out with a quick bat towards Mako from her peripheral using the submachinegun as a clever club that knocked the tiny catgirl in a whirling corkscrew towards the wall of the APS where she was flattened by the impact. For all her manliness, Jane was certainly strong. In fact, she was textbook steroid-rage strong mixed in with a healthy dose of moody kaserine junky.
Franklin bridged the path with Alice and Sapphire, keeping himself between them and the ship with his Mancannons singing along to Akemi's tune. While the helmeted soldiers harassing Don the Donkey clutched uselessly at their faces, each was struck in the gut with unflinching Nepleslian bullets that didn't stop to ask for directions or the time.
The first of three pirates to emerge from the cargo ramp was instantly killed when a gauss round burned through his midsection thanks to Akemi's decision to pay attention to that particular event. Immediately, his two companions dove to either side of the cargo ramp and into the sand. One was making a break for the Elijah while the other was already invisible to her on the other side of the APS. Yori would see him cowering at the base of said spire on her next pass if she could peel her eyes off the jet of chemical ushering forth from her leg.
Meanwhile, Daziel stirred in Seiji's grasp as the two of them slid into the lower deck of Sister Sarah. Puffy, bleeding eyelids squinted up at the scientist. They'd made it into the ship unmolested, and the executive could at least grasp as much. He moaned to Seiji, "Chap... The Ionic Pul-" There was a bloody hacking cough so Seiji could have a nice little hemosynth spatter on his cheek, "Ionic Pulse... Cannons, old boy."