Ashei saw the faint glint of her shields catching a round. [i]Not a fan of getting shot,[/i] Ashei thought, frowning. She enabled her armor's defense matrix, giving her armor a much needed reinforcement in such close quarters. Peering over the bar, Ashei triggered an energy drain on a few of the mercs, restoring her shields to full power as well. She took the opportunity to fire a few bursts with her Tempest; from what she could tell, she landed several rounds straight into one merc's head, while landing a few more rounds into the upper torsos of two other mercs. The rest of her bullets went flying over their heads, as the Tempest's high recoil drew Ashei's fire upwards.

Of course, there was no doubt that Ashei caught a few rounds in her shields and armor herself during that exchange, so she ducked back down behind the bar to assess the damage. Her shields were definitely down, but her armor plus the defense matrix had caught the few rounds that broke through.

It occurred to Ashei that she would not make it too long on her own. As much as she hated to admit it, she was a sniper caught in close quarters, and she needed help. Fortunately, these mercs were [i]supposed[/i] to be on her side, so Ashei felt secure enough asking for help.

"Could use some help over here. I have limited effectiveness at short range," Ashei firmly shot into the comm. Thinking twice, she realized that she'd probably be dealing with some real smartasses, and it was probably better to just concede what she needed to now. "And yes, that means I'm a sniper caught in a bar fight. I'm aware of the irony of this situation."