Matija was peering from the kitchen when Jack shot the shit out of the medical bot which sent Stryker running down to scream at them. [color=burlywood][i]”Cute,”[/i][/color] she thought, though wholly unnecessary since that floating cube could have saved one of their lives in the near future. But before she could walk away, Stryker gave finally gave them the order. [color=orange]”…Now, everybody breathin, pile into shuttle 1. They gotta purge the air in shuttle 2 so Grayson can get his shot, and we don't have that many airtanks, so sorry if some of you are uneasy with your shuttle-mates, but that's all we can do. Good hunting guys.“[/color] It seems that the fun is about to start, so she headed towards her room when the commotion died down a bit and suited up.

The crew had assembled in the cargo bay by the time the alarm rang. It made Matija more excited. They were finally about to leave this boring-ass ship and actually do SOMETHING other than waste away in the coldness of space. While they were heading in their own respective shuttles, something caught Matija’s eye. [color=burlywood][i]Is… Is that. Is that the alliance ZR-98 Heavy Sniper Rifle???[/i][/color] She asked herself, face visibly showing disgust. [color=burlywood][i]”Ugliest and most redundant rifle ever. What the hell is about that thing, anyway? Gravitation field emitter? Good on locations with gravity, maybe, if you’re an amateur. But god, that thing is so redundant in space. What would a field emitter do in the vacuum anyway? Remove the already absent air resistance? Remove the friction that isn’t there? Shield the bullet from the gods? WHAT?! DID NO ONE STUDY PHYSICS WHEN THEY PROPOSED THIS?!”[/i][/color] If anyone were to look, the distress and annoyance was very obvious in Matija’s face as she continuously debated to herself how useless that thing is in her eyes.

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[color=burlywood]”So much for a smooth entry.”[/color] She was commenting on the fact that the facility did not accept their bullshit. Their shuttle lurched towards the open cargo bay which she used as a good reason as any to put on her suit’s helmet, and off they went to bask in the carnage. Personally, she preferred being near the medic as one, his guard, and two, for her own safety. Still, they tried to push through the expanse of the robotic guards when she noticed that Lataniva was heading towards the direction that the miners went to. She briefly got reminded of the thought of children on board where she secretly hoped that there really were no children aboard regardless of how convoluted that possibility may be. Matija chose to remain in the cargo bay with the others to whittle down these annoying bots, however. It would be best to lessen the possibility of being flanked by the enemies, especially when they push forward later.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Boomer here. I sent a virus to tha' two drones in the back o' their lines. Try not to shoot them for the next 48 seconds so they can kill some o' their friends until the virus wears off."[/color] She instinctively nodded at this as she riddles the nearest bot with bullets on its head, and so on.

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[color=tan]"Almost done with the welcome party,"[/color] affirmed Grayson before he cleared out the stragglers in the room. Matija was still a bit on edge. She got a little careless by the end of it and almost got hit on the face by a passing beam from the bots. She wished that person was here to keep her rooted, since that wouldn’t have happened if that person was around. Their two [i]superiors[/i] talked about splitting up in opposite directions. She doesn’t mind that. It would make it easier for all of them. There was an odd noise somewhere, though. She wasn’t exactly sure where it was coming from and what it was saying. All she knew was that there something making noise. She ignored it for now, thinking that it may be some person asking Lataniva or something for mercy. Hell if she knew. Then, Grayson shouted about Federation troopers. Jumping back into cover, Matija saw the Russian guy’s body on the ground and grinned. He would be her excuse to get close and personal.

With caution thrown out of the window, Matija holstered one of her pistols and pulled out one of her tanto swords. She opted to sneak around a bit to try and get behind enemy lines. Get a few slashes and stabs as she tries to get behind enemy lines. She was able to down a few of them before she could get on a good angle for the most of them where she would shoot and take potshots every now and then on. This allowed her to become a little more useful to their mission, even if she did almost get hit so many times already. Thankfully, the rush of adrenaline in her veins made it easier for her to shrug off the shock that would otherwise affect her functions if she were someone else.

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As the dead bodies increased, so did the calm in the room. She didn’t see who killed the last Fed guy, but a tense moment of silence filled the room before someone confirmed that all hostiles were eliminated. It was then that Grayson moved towards the source of the banging earlier and saw… a man or something? He seemed equally relieved as he was tense, and also very very pissed. That was disregarding the fact that he was filthy. Matija made a face under her helmet, not that anyone could see, about the man’s state.

Someone tried the door, but it was expectedly locked regardless of how much they tried to force it open. That’s reinforced steel and locks for you. She shrugged at it, thinking that it wasn’t her problem, and moved out to wait on orders from the bomb guy so she’ll know what to do. She wasn’t exactly an expert on explosives after all.

 
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