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

Ren was shunted backwards with a sound of sparks as the metal feet of her suit found no grip on the metal surface. The shield she had was useless, torn by great claws and rented by great blows. The metal bar was bent and soaked with ichor. Ren was backing up and swinging, it  was difficult to find bugs off with a suit that was hardly tuned for any kind of combat!

“Sealing, not much longer now” someone shouted as the doors finally began to close and narrow the gap into the darkness of the now dead station. “Get your ass clear, because that door ain't stopping for anyone.”

“Bloody….” Ren swung out randomly and panicked as a bug tried to flank her suit, past her reach. The suit was strong and powerful but it was not agile and hardly designed for combat. Boom echoed out as another came round with a heavily energy slug loaded blaster and sent big parts flying all over as he racked the slides rapidly driving it back till it was a steaming mess on the deck. “Im all for the barbarian, but this better.” The crewman joked as he rapidly loaded energy slugs, panic, calm, humour..  and Ren could not help but laugh at the crazy she found herself in. 

“Sealed…we are sealed!” Came a few minutes later as the great doors closed…the place was an utter mess, 2 men were wounded to some degrees and at least 2 were fatal. Several others provided medical aid and others worked to shove dead bugs out of the way so they could clear the access way to the inner holds. “Bridge. This is hanger bay. We are secure. Casualties. Some dead. We are secure.” The voice was tired, drained and realising that they had not all made it. “Whoever blew that station  frak 'em” they retorted as they cut the line and looked about. The place was a mess and the battle had been tense. Had they both lost power it would have been way faster. 

“You aint bad for a corpo” one said as Ren dropped down from her suit. 

…

Ren made her way out the area, seeing signs that lead up and away onto a wide array of decks and areas of the ship. Damn… did this thing have a damage control plan, they always had plans for damage control and they had the deck and area planning boards. She found a plan, follow that way to the bridge…hard to miss right, until you find 3 cryo control stations, a children's classroom and 2 rec rooms instead! 

“Damnit… left…at the corridor split right..” she said recalling the last damage control board she saw. 

…

The bridge was … about what she imagined, a space with large consoles and thick doors that closed behind Ren. Crew were gathered about or whatever could be called a crew for what they had and available anyways. Ren needed to find out what was going on? What on earth was going on? The station lost all power, bugs, and more happening in a matter of hours.

Rens light armour she wore was dashed with ichor, she had a stain of leaked hydraulic oil and dirt and so of the last few days, eyes tired Ren had left most of her bags in a pile by the bridge door. Whatever she had been able to save, loot or acquire to help stay alive for one more day. The young woman for her race looked about and took a drink of water from a canteen she had. Ren was not young by human years, but her own kind…she was barely out of her training. 

“What's going on? Cargo bay is secure, and not without cost. Bloody crazy folk took out power to whole linked station and took longer to close the doors and reset a fault.” Ren was annoyed, whatever had happened it had fucked up alot of things.