[h3][b]Virginia Sokolova[/b][/h3][hr]Ginny cursed under her breath as she listened into the cracked security channel. Before she could speak, her comm began to chirp with Mark’s voice. She’d be quick to reply “If we both make it out alive, you’ll get it. The colony ship isn’t going to have anything for weapons, but that’s what the shuttle’s for.” she pauses for a moment, then says “Get us skipped past prep and start getting everything online. I gotta go see if I can buy us some time.” she adds, unhooking her carabiner and taking a swig from her bottle of vodka before rehooking it. She would put down her duffelbag in the access shaft, looking back to it for a long moment.

She’d change her channel over a couple. “Lockman, going to need a steady hand outside the station.” she says sharply, quietly hoping that was enough of an authoritative tone to get things moving. She made her way down a ladder to the cargohold. Jogging forward past the piled supplies and towards the gaping maw of the cargo ramp. She entered more of a sprint down the grip-patterned steel of the door, magboots clanking even when they aren’t turned on. 

By the time she had entered the halls of the station, the lights would begin glaring red and the calls of Metacer being aboard would be going out to the station population. The cries of anguish and the shouts of determination would echo, and the flow of people past her would make her feel like she was swimming upriver. She could only hope that the people at the tube were able to control a crowd without resorting to blaster fire, and that the station guards would be willing to go along with it.

Indeed, there would be a couple guards setting up a barricade in the arterial hallway, and the ranger would look between them. The first, a kiellar, would speak up “Get over to the ship lady, engineering is filled with–.” he notices the revolver on her hip.

“I’m going to head down there and try to take out their queen, slow them down enough for everyone to get aboard.” she tried mustering her most confident voice, but it was obvious from the heat and her uncertainty that she lacked

The two look at each other “Your funeral.” the human would say, “We’ll be holding this hall for ten minutes, but then you’ll be on your own.” the kiel was only marginally more professional.

She’d vault over the turned lockers, her hand cannon humming into a brief whine with her disengaging of the safety. She had hoped for some inhuman bravery from the pair, but it was as much a farce as she was planning. “Colony was around the reactor?” she asks.

“Yeah, engineering team was killed in atmospherics.” the human says, the fear in his voice overcoming his callousness. 

"Might want to get clear sooner than ten." she'd say, letting her bravado fall.