[center][h1][color=7ea7d8]Chris Yukine Heading Out Into Space[/color][/h1]

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With the song in her heart, and the Ichaival around her, Yukine Chris exists the airlock and starts surfing one of her missiles. With the long telltale trails of rocket motor exhausts following her arcing path up the station from the lower docks from which the old transport landed. Though getting up here was one thing, what to do was another. A quick plan was needed, And Chris can do quick impromptu plans decently well.

The lower docks were safe, for the moment, as the infestation has not quite reached down far enough to threaten the area. However, it's not likely to stay that way.

[color=7ea7d8][i]"Shit... How the hell do I even slow this thing down?"[/i][/color]

She thought and grimaced through a small pause in her song. She figures that a place like this would have some security forces fighting somewhere on the station, and since she knows not how to even begin to navigate through the place, it should be better for her to just help whoever is fighting back, wherever it may be... So she deftly steered the missile onto a flesh growth coming from one of the many projections on the station causing it's destruction while coasting towards another service airlock higher up on the station, using the thrusters scattered around her gear for propulsion and steering.

As she closes the airlock behind her. She's greeted with... an empty corridor. It seems like everyone on this area has either been eaten alive and infested, or evacuated... Her stomach turned at the idea of the former, and sincerely wished the latter to be the case. She stopped singing for a moment and tuned out the music from Ichaival with her noise canceling headphones. Amidst the ambient noise of some damaged electronics, and the steady hum of electrical equipment and the ventilation, she could hear a sound that's unmistakable to her, a sound that so terrorized her in the past, and now a sound that is as much a part of herself as her song is. But however she feels about the sound, the sound of gunfire did give her one thing she needed, directions. Gunfire is the sound of fighting, and it's pretty obvious which side of the gunfire she'd like to help. And so she resumed singing, and she ran...

Quickly however she notices something odd about the gunfire, it wasn't the staccato of heavy machine guns, nor the distinct blasts and pops of semiautomatic weapons, but a more subdued thump. It sounds heavy, carrying impact and the rate at which they occur was random instead of constant. These were the sounds of guns unlike what Chris has been used to. But she couldn't stop to ponder about the uniqueness of it as a veritable wall of fleshy THINGS blocked her path.

And at that moment her song became the dirge that shall clear the way to a new path... a new path to where she needs to be that is... Her arm guards first transformed themselves into her usual crossbows, but immediately turned into...

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Dakka standard... Her own Gatling's noises drowned out any hints of the gunfire from earlier, and with that she also drowned out the enemies in front of her with a fusillade of gunfire. Against enemies like these, there was no need for fancy movements or melodramatic grace such as what's more common with her colleagues. It was just a simple fire and advance, there wasn't much room to dodge in a corridor, and with her enemies basically clambering over each other, it was difficult to miss anything. She did however keep an eye out behind her for anything that might have any ideas of what flanking is. The only thing out of the ordinary, (if the ordinary was just shooting a mass of flesh slowly being turned into minced meat in the corridor) was a loud boom and a crash somewhere in the station. Though with what's happening to the station right now, Chris decided to worry about it later.

As her song dies down, so does her shooting, and soon the only sound in her vicinity was the dripping of blood and the sound of more broken electronics on the opposite end of the corridor where bullets which have overpenetrated went. She grimaced at her handiwork. While she has seen mutilated flesh like this before, it still didn't sit well with her, doubly so when she's the one that caused the mutilation. She transformed her Gatling guns back to the regular crossbow form as she daintily stepped over the bodies on towards the other end of the corridor.

What was missing however was the unique gunshot noises she was using as a guide earlier. There's only two ways it could have gone... Either the situation was dealt with... The fight has moved on further from her position... or they were overrun... She'd much prefer it to not be the last one...

As she advanced through deeper into the station, she passed by obvious signs of battle, and the lack of the grotesque creatures meant that someone else may have been in the area... Her musings were interrupted when one of her ankle thrusters got caught up on a gold strip on the floor. As she fell, she quickly put her left hand forward and caught herself, flipping over and with the right hand's crossbow at the ready. A few tense seconds later and without being attacked (thankfully) she relaxed a bit before inspecting the culprit... As it turns out it's not some raised part of the floor. It was instead a very tough gold ribbon.

[color=7ea7d8]"What the hell is this!?"[/color]

She exclaimed as she picked it up. She examined it a bit before her attention was shifted to where the ribbon's ends were... Or rather where they aren't. For the ribbon disappeared around two corners opposite one another. One end leads deeper into the station judging from what she's seen so far, and the other end out towards the edge. She figured it must have been someone leaving a trail that leads to a safe way out for other survivors. It's all well and good, but she's not looking for a safe way out, but if one end is safety, then the other end would lead to the opposite of that. So she decided to follow the ribbon deeper into the station, crossbows and song at the ready.

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