Re: Part 19 - The Belly of the Beast
Shard eyes Rhijans for a moment before nodding. "I'll go." Just that. He's serious, and this is no time to argue...and she trusts Rhijans. If he has a reason to send her up first, even with what's coming after them, then she'll honor that reason.
Even if his delivery makes her question it.
But time enough for that later; right now, it's up the shaft, thankfully with the bounty-hunter right behind her. Shard's heart pounds against her ribs - the others, ahead, in danger, and Rhijans left behind in worse danger, these are sickening feelings for her. She can't lose them; not now, not with what they've built together.
Finally, egress; egress, and cohesion as her little group comes together again.
"Secure the door," Shard mutters. "And don't bother breaking the lock, that'll just tell them which door to cut through." This particular one won't last an instant against what comes. The cylinder is back in her hand; she has left the bloody pistol behind, curse it, with the cases, but that doesn't matter. If trouble happens, it's going to happen fast and ugly now, and that means Shard will need to do more than just throw out poorly-aimed plasma to try to throw off the enemy fire. She'll need to use this void-cursed thing.
Again.
"Juragga, you and me at the fore." That's where they'll do their best work - cleaning everyone out of the way if it all heads south. "Haarmon and Rhijans, next up - Haarmon, sing out directions if we need them." What follows is a ways back, and most danger will come from the front. The colonel needs to live, and Jalt needs to fly. One quick glance to Rhijans - rather, the blood-smeared armor, a step down - in a hunt for agreement or criticism. Then she starts to jog.
Maybe that exercise will pay off...