Svenja sped for the deck of the ship, coming in behind a pair of Invid troopers that were lagging behind the main group. As she closed the distance, he opened up with a hail of cannon fire, slicing across the path of the bandits. They broke their formation to evade, rolling and somersaulting away from Svenja's variable fighter. She chose to purse the one to her left, turning her craft in its direction. The bandit was zig-zagging in every direction, desperately aiming to throw Svenja off his tail, but she wouldn't be shaken so easily. Years of experience fighting the U.N. had sharpened her abilities to a fine edge. It'd take more effort to lose her. 

The Invid made a sharp left, using its boosters to flip 180 degrees and get an angle on Svenja's fighter. As the bolts flared from its gun, she pitched up, her nose dodging the fire. A split second later, her craft switched to Gerwalk mode, passing the Invid over its left shoulder. With a flick of the wrist and some muscle memory, Svenja jolted her reticule to bear on the bandit, and left fly a storm of lead into the craft. She was rewarded with a flash of light, and looked to see the Invid machine lifelessly drifting away. 

"Scratch one," she declared, and switched back to fighter mode to engage the rest of the intruders.