Re: Cargo hold
"Heads up! Drones!" Musashi yelled at Jordan as she saw the first drones racing inside. She hoped he could hear her over his gun firing at the security chief. Where was Thornby running off to anyway? She had no time to think about that now though.
As soon as she saw the drones coming she took a bead at the first one, firing her pistol with two hands to steady herself. She had expected to be rusty after 115 years of sleep, but the feeling of the pistol grip in her hand brought back memories remarkably quickly.
She squeezed the trigger gently, twice, hitting the first drone dead centre.
It didn't go down.
It didn't even show signs of damage.
She fired twice more. This time she hit a lense of some sorts, and a short burst of sparks came from the metallic body of the thing.
Musashi jumped up to relocate, turned a corner as the drone she had hit dropped to the floor, rolling forward towards her even without being capable of flight.
She moved fast, needed a new cover.
Crap.
Eye to eye with another drone Lee Jay Musashi raised her pistol while running, hoping she would hit the thing as she passed under it.
The arced lightning hit her hard, numbing her senses, tightening her muscles. Her shot flew off into nowhere as her legs refused to coorporate. She hit the floor hard, hearing the snap of her nose breaking on the metal floorboards. Then things went black.