[center][h2]Aboard the [i]Assimilator[/i][/h2][/center] A wookie roar echoed across the bridge as Ahri'ahab tackled one of the cyborgs, but not before one of Rex's clones found himself bisected by the soldier's sword. Following the tackle, the wookie brought his warblade around with all the strength he could, shattering the cyborg's sword and sending it sailing through the air into a wall, where it laid stunned. Taking the cue, Rex and his remaining clones unloaded on it, eventually penetrating the armor and turning the cyborg into just one more corpse. Wrench had locked down the lifts to the bridge, so there was no longer any way for the forces in the lower parts of the ship to get to them and he began shutting down the life support in other parts of the Assimilator. Yrel clashed with her opponent numerous times, her training amongst the Echani for her blade work paying off against the equally elegant form used by her opponent. However, the longer the battle went, the more she understood the cyborg and eventually, she found her opening, her lavender blade slipping into a gap in the cyborg's defense and slicing off first its sword arm, then the other arm and finally, the head. She was no trained Jedi, she couldn't call up on the Force to use telekinesis or enhance her reflexes to super-human levels, but she was still Miraluka, so her natural connection afforded her certain advantages. Elsewhere on the bridge, Eighty had reengaged the cyborg that had sent him flying earlier, but it was down to the two of them fighting with just their hands and Eighty with his vibroknife. Getting rid of its sword had proven easy enough with a quick blaster shot to the hilt at point blank range, but the bio-mechanical menace had returned the favor by forcibly making him drop his twin pistols. So Eighty had pulled his knife and stabbed its blaster and now, here they were. Guardian and Erin were doing their best to offer their support to the others, but their immediate rush into close quarters made that difficult and so when the Turian went down, the medic moved to his side quickly, even as his own medic used some kind of orange healing agent and the small creature from the ship the asshole was from tried to heal him as well. Checking his pulse, which took a few tries as she was unfamiliar with his physiology, she sighed in relief. "He's alive, but he'll need to be stabilized until we can get him in a Kolto tank. Then he'll be good as new." Vael's forced opponent chose to dance away from the energy sword and draw its blaster, firing three times to try and force the Sangheili onto the defensive instead. This worked, until Meteor blasted it in the back with a HE round, sending metal, blood, and guts flying all over its Vael and all the Zabrak could do was grin and shrug. This was a warzone, not a place of honorable dueling after all. Samus's gambit mostly paid off, though the daze wasn't as long as she would have liked. The sword however, was hers and she could either toss it to an ally, which seemed like a poor idea now that she was holding it and could feel its weight, or wield it herself. However, the two surviving cyborgs back away from their opponents as they realized they were all that was left. "You will be sacrifices!" Their visors started flashing rapid red and Eighty cussed loudly. "FIND COVER!" The boarding crew scrambled and managed to find cover just as large explosion engulfed the inside. When the smoke cleared, the only remains of the two opponents was a scorch mark on the floor where they'd stood. "Alright, I guess we win."