White hair with a purplish tint obscured goggles lit up with data all over the place. "Renne... You landed one hundred feet from the target cell. To your left. There's a group of three in the cell still. Two armed only with torture implements. The third is the Captain. Three more will intercept. Repeating rifles and side arms. Time to arrival forty-five seconds. Utilize wreckage as cover if you can. Six more will be headed behind you. Estimated time of arrival five minutes. We caught them off guard. Deploying cover fire. The broadsides weaponry lit up, a single blue line on either side of the ship. Several beams fired from either side, their trajectories arcing sharply to raid down on the facility. She'd targeted the path that the reinforcements were on, as well as the employee barracks. It would buy them time.<br/><br/>"The assault group and the torture group are all you have to deal with for an estimated nine minutes. More than enough time to rescue and extract. Get to it." Her voice was nearly mechanical. Isabella Vraay, the first mate and nurse of the crew. She was loaded with piloting and physical enhancement cybernetics. It was only natural that she had a lifeless feel to most. There were few that saw her more human sides.<br/><br/>"All hands prepare for counter fighter and counter turret combat. Ready the extraction pod for launch and immediate return. This is hit and run. Get to it!" The ship's armaments went into a blaze of lights as they changed for a second assault. Vraay had actually far overestimated the facility's ability to handle their ship. But it was better that way. Just meant there was less risk of harm.