ayeeda turned her back on Woods and Neil and headed back towards the rear of the ship. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the relationship but tired to remind herself that Neil was an adult and fully capable of making his own decisions. It wasn’t as though Woods was hard on the eyes in a ‘I’ll cut your throat and look fabulous doing it’ sort of a way. What was it that bothered her so much? So deep was she in pondering the question that she nearly walked into Sven as he climbed up the access ladder towards the cockpit.

“What have we got,” she demanded of the Cyborg. The question was completely open ended but Sven merely smiled his mirthless emotionless mile.

“The field that protects the city is not a uniform dome as the Terrans theorized, though from the one hundred and twelve probes they launched at it, that was a reasonable conclusion.” They Cyborg did not appear to be impressed or dismayed by the result.

“Its also possible that ground shocks from the bombardment have distorted the underlying field.”

“Suuuuper,” Junebug said, stretching the word out with a definite lack of enthusiasm. She hopped down the ladder in a jump, flexing her knees to take the impact before heading back into the cargo bay as she headed towards the ramp controls one of the Marines reached out a hand to block her path.

“Maam we have to wait for Major York to…”

Junebug grabbed the mans arm by the wrist and yanked him off balance. Before he could recover she grabbed his head with both hands and slammed her knee up into the point of his chin with a crack. In classic Terran fashion he tried to sweep her legs from under her even though he must be reeling from the force of the blow. Junebug was ready for it, bringing her foot down hard on the inside of his armored leg, eliciting a cry of pain. With a negligent jab of her heal she send the man sliding across the deck in a limp boneless heap. Apparently all the extra training was paying off. Junebug became aware that a half dozen weapons were pointed at her but she merely turned and planted her fists on her hips.

“If anyone,” she began in a quiet deadly voice.

“Tries to tell me what I can and can’t do on my own ship. I will fucking kill you.”

The Marines looked back and forth unsure of what to do. There was an unpleasant wrapsing sound and Junebug looked over to see Saxon licking his thin reptilian lips with his long tongue. It took her a moment to realise that he was laughing. 
“Neil can we get a damage report,” she said into her commlink. Ignoring the moaning marine and the pointed weapons she dropped the ramp and let in a blast of icy arctic air.