"[i]...to the escape pods.[/i]" The calm tone of the robotic voice stood in extreme contrast to the urgency of the matter at hand, though it was properly underlined by the voluminous bass of several projectiles drumming on the Mahatma's side and front as well as illuminated by sparks and small flames emanating from several wall-embedded systems. It took Skye a whole two seconds to react to the signal and another three to reassemble the last parts of her plasma rifle, one point five seconds to shove the energy cell back in, load the weapon through and another one to leave her cabin.

The sudden surge of adrenaline made her ignore the burning in her lungs and legs as she sprinted towards the -thankfully close- engineering deck to board an escape pod at her highest possible speed. She didn't even consciously realize she was shouting loud commands at people left and right who were thrown around like toys when the ship buckled during it's last minutes, but almost all of them were unable to move on their own, and she didn't intend to stop and hand out band-aids. This was a run-or-die situation and she knew it. Her repeated "[i][b]Run or die![/b][/i]" served more to encourage those who [i]could[/i] run than to inform anybody about the situation, not that it was possible to miss what was currently happening to the Mahatma. Regardless, she made an effort to hammer her oversized left fist against every door and hatch she passed on the short trip. The biggest shock was seeing the escape pods decimated to a single vessel. "[i][b]Run or die[/b][/i]!" , she shouted back one last time, the last thing she could do to motivate potential followers without forfeiting her own life. She stepped into the pod, up to the shouting officer, jamming her enhanced glove against the low ceiling of the pod's entrance to stabilize against the wildly swinging ground. "[i][b]Officer Keppotko![/b][/i]" she shouted against the cacophony of bending and breaking steel. "[i][b]What happened to the pods?[/b][/i]" She stepped to the side to not block the entrance of the pod for more possible survivors, and threw a glance over her shoulder to see if there actually [i]were[/i] any others on the run, though not much in this world could have moved her to leave the relative safety of the vessel at this point.