Zoey reached into one of the boxes and pulled out two weapons. One of them was a black UMP .45 with a standard magazine and generally straightforward design. The other was a M4 H20 tactical shotgun, which was pump-action and loaded under the receiver. The decision took her a bit longer than the others, eventually dropping the UMP into her dimensional 'locker' along with some spare ammo for both weapons, and taking to loaded shotgun. "Taking them all would take too much energy," she mumbles to herself, "Even if this is enough to keep up a war effort. This is just a few frags short of a Doom boss fight..." She shakes her head and nods to Travis.

"Lead the way, monsieur. Just, let me do a quick 'sweep' of the deck." It being later in the day, the lunar which had a fine trick up her sleeve. The moon had risen just above the horizon, and that was enough to give a little boost to her abilities. Her form flickered between her illusion and her more feral form, before a rain of pinkie-sized, silver energy bolts rained on the deck above them. While it was particularly draining to perferate such a large area with magic, she did now have a nice, back-up kick. Using shadows didn't require too much energy anyways.

"Now, lets hit that emitter."