"The farg you doing, kids? Get into the Lila, I'm gonna chew the bugger up with Charlie, here!"
Charlie launched, streaking towards the embattled crew.
"The farg you doing, Charlie?" the confused voice of Yulo hollered through the comm. Desperately, the rotund captain mashed the buttons on his console - the fighter remained responsive to his programming but not to Yulo's orders. "Farg me if I know what the d**n bird's gonna do!"
Helia landed on the Lilarcor's hull, her magnetic boots latching on. Quickly, she hid behind a sensor tower, and waved her hand towards the others. "The airlock's not far!"
Confused, the stowaway fumbled with the suit's controls, but the second-grade gear would not respond to her erratic commands. She squealed into the comm, her pupils widening as the metal beast approached, more than ten feet across, designed battle within and on the surface of ships. Minerva spun across Jerome's line of fire, and narrowly he missed the bumbling girl, the shots still connecting with the metal beast, and detonating on a shimmering field of light surrounding it.
Its lenses adjusted, the radiant halo faded briefly, and the rings surrounding its gauss cannons lit up briefly. There was no muzzle flash, just suddenly, holes were torn into the stowaway, a thin freezing mist of finest red sweeping across space. She seemed to evaporate into butterflies of carmine, their comm channel filled with her surprised whimper, a cut-off sigh. The battered helmet, visor smeared crimson, floated past Jerome; the mist swept across Quan's suit, painting it in bloody freckles.
A hand spun off into the black, waving one last time.
Autumn fired a split second later than the metal beast, her bullets clattering against its armored carriage, and sending out sparks where they burrowed inside into machinery.
Rocket's won't work, but bullets do? Autumn had to wonder.