[b][h2]Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr[/h2][/b]

“Bugs.. Frak…This Is Ren. Cargo bay… whatever the hell, incoming Metacar. We have barricades but the ramp is not closed yet. Whatever your bloody planning with cutting the power, bloody well do it.” Ren put across the ships main comms channel and watched as those remained ran to find whatever they could get in the weapons locked available, even if it was a flame thrower for bio cider or something. Anything was better than nothing. There were also several native swear words, insults and a loud clunk as she looked around picking up a metal girder that made a satisfying heavy mace / bat sized to an exo suit. 

Ren did not have much time to think, plan, or anything really. She had been taught some basic riot drills and other things on her former home station, those were more so they knew what would happen then ever doing them! Remembering one part she thrust the claws through a shipping container door and gripped, ripping it free and using it as an improvised shield. That shield would probably not last even then, it was just a container door more than anything particularly advanced. 

One of the crew joined the net running as they began to hit controls. “Cargo gates are not fast, we need time as stations frakked up, even with a marine and an exo suit going barbarian. Even with arms lockers, things are bad.” The crewman added as they were hitting codes and the siren blares warning the cargo docks would begin to retract and doors would be locking down. 

“Warning. Cargo bay closing procedure comenacing. Keep clear of the ramp.” Came over the intercom and was joined by a sound of metal shuddering and heavy metal components breaking free from friction.

“Warning, station systems reporting non operational. System overriding safety protocols.” Came next as the seconds turned into days.