Repeating the previous maneuver two more times, she managed to empty the first magazine before the attackers called it quits, or at least switched up their tactics. [color=00AEFF]”That’s right! Run, fuckers, shoo!”[/color] That line of thinking didn’t last long, however. Nice of them to signal a change of intentions with a horn, but the Humans hardly could have prepared for what was coming. If someone had seen the Jurrasic Park, maybe, but Vigdis never was a fan of the antiques. The sound quality was awful.

Vigdis peeked up over the wall. Nope! She only caught a glimpse of what was coming before she sprung to action, driven by no conscious thought, just autopilot in full self-preservation mode. There was a lot of shit she didn't sign up for going on, but becoming paste or worm monster chow was where she drew the line. Vigdis repositioned as quickly as her foot allowed, putting the heaviest and sturdiest thing available - the ship’s propulsion mechanism - between herself and the nearest creature. Some might’ve thought of it as a calculated maneuver, but Zey and even Nellara would’ve recognized panic for what it was. Especially when Vigdis dropped a magazine as she tried to reload her weapon and spilled the armor-piercing darts everywhere, cursing loudly as she tried to gather them back up and repack the magazine.

Now would’ve been about the right time for grenades, thrown or launched, but nobody thought that was needed. Maybe the Yanks were onto something, peace through superior firepower and whatnot.