Space
She watched as her shots struck, the first shattered the shuttle canopy, the second bored a large hole through the pilot. The shuttle did not move, firmly held by the gunship's graviton beams. A slight smile twitched the corners of her lips as she noted one of the Yamataian power armored soldiers panic and run in reaction to her shot.
Now she needed to get to the shuttle and get the navigational computer memorybank and get the hell out before things got to dicy.
Checking her sensors, she noted the flight paths of the Mindy PA's and enemy armors moving about the shuttle, plotting herself a course in. Already she was on the move, as with any good sharpshooter, relocating immediatly after taking her shot to avoid counter fire via brief bursts from her reaction thrusters.
Then a voice crackled over an open broadcast channel directed at her.
"Come in! This is NG-X1 440 of the sixth squadron, a Star Army of Yamatai vessel! State your intent!"
She hesitated a moment as the Yamataian voice sounded in her helmet. It had been years since she had encountered one of
them, and even though this was just a voice comm, she was surprised at the sudden anger and hatred she felt towards this unknown that welled up deep inside her.
"Stay out of my way, Yamatai!" she hissed in return. She knew it was the programming implanted in her deepest base code by her vile creators that caused it, but this hatred ran so deep, was so manifestly intigrared into what she had been created for, that she could not control it.
Memories og her last encounter with a Yamataian neko flashed through her mind's eye, she remembered how she had beat down the enemy ground armor, a Daisy, she thought, wrenched it's protective shell open and forcably removed the struggling pilot. The battle had been a mess, an ugly mess, and this particular enemy soldier had killed two of her sisters and crippled her own Reaper minutes before.
Even as her own armor had been wrecked around her, she had scored a crippling blow in return, which had brought the hated enemy down to ground.
She'd had to jettjson her Reaper to be able to move, to get at the enemy, but when she had, when she had ripped the armor open with her bsre hands, the hot, sharp metal cutting into and burning her flesh, she had exacted her revenge upon the pilot.
She remembered the feeling of bones breaking undee her bloodied knuckles, the screams and the final wet snap of a neck breaking...
She shook her head, trying to push the old memory from her mind, to clear her thoughts and found that she was charging forward, her reaper at full military power as she bored in on the shuttle, her objective, her impaler rifle blazing away as she blasted at the alien power armors that fled for their small ship in a vain attempt to get away and anyone else who goin her way.
One of the Yamataian Mindy's was deploying what looked like mines, she aimed her rifle and sent a warning volley in it's direction to discourage the action and adjusted her own flight path to intercept the shuttle directly.
She wasn't sure if she had actually fired directly on the Yamataian soldiers or not in her brief lapse, she did not have time to check how long she'd let her anger take over. She knew either wsy, there was going to be trouble.
She slammed into the shuttle's wrecked canopy, smashing in what was left of it and making herself a new way into the small ship. There was a new armored pilot working the controls and she jammed the muzzel of her impaler rifle against it's chestplate and fired enough shots, she thought, to be sufficiant to blast through the armor and occupant alike, then she swung thd rifle up and fired into the main compartment to discourage anyone else in there from coming forward as she looked for the computer memorybanks.