Normally the guards...lazy-inclined mercenaries would be a better term, would have put up some initial resistance against an aggressive foe. Unfortunately for them, their foe was consisted of a hulkingly feral Xenos, a tall and methodically deadly Cyborg, and the most dangerous of all, a young pyromaniac operating heavy machinery. It took less than a minute past the fence and five men dead to get the group to one of the junkers that lay in the lot. 

"Securing perimeter." Sven said with pausing, immediately patrolling the vicinity in the hanger to make sure there were no more enemies lying in wait. Reinforcements would no doubt be minutes away and they would likely be overwhelming. Not to mention AA guns would be coming online shortly after that to send them all to hell. The MH-350's cockpit opened, and Neil picked up Sayeeda as carefully and as quickly as he could and stepped out, her body draped across his shoulder with her legs at his front. 

She patted his back. "Weapon." She said to him. He blinked, not knowing if she was awake enough for that. After a slight hesitation, he handed her his 10 mm pistol. "You're the Captain." He said. 

The Hexa had done his best not to rip onto the doors to the Junker, the metal screeching as it slid open. He entered the Junker with Neil following tentatively behind, trying not to stand too directly in the middle of any walk way in case the avalanche of an bounty hunter decided to wade his way without looking. A part of him still feared that Saxon will just 'decide' that they had partnered long enough and he would casually snap Neil's neck. He hoped there was a way he could bring the mech. 

As they stepped inside, the walls themselves looked ruses and lightly bent from constant use, but upon a very very quick inspection, Neil designated that the structure of the ship was good enough to risk a flight, considering the alternative. Across the ship, he heard Saxon's footsteps halt for a moment, and then a very human scream echoed across the halls before it was suddenly silenced, and the heavy footsteps continued. Neil bared his teeth in a grimace. 

The door in front of him burst open, and a mangy, grime ridden man holding a rifle stood there, eyes wild and his barrel pointed at Neil's face. The pilot was glad he wasn't holding a weapon. "Hold on, I have a wounded person here." Neil said, slowly raising his hands. The man's hands shook, and Neil wasn't convinced he wouldn't accidentally shoot Neil out of sheer shuddering. "T-Turn around. Slowly." He ordered him. 

Predictable, Neil did so, and the man found himself on the wrong end of Sayeeda's pistol. He dropped even before the crack of her gun had faded. Neil had only heard the shot, but judging the fact that he hadn't been hit and Sayeeda was reloading the weapon, it was a safe bet she killed the guy. "Nice shooting." Neil said. Sayeeda smacked his ass, causing him to jump. "Get to the cockpit," she ordered hoarsely. 

"You got it." 
[@Penny]