The ship groaned in pain, Ayla and the other clone rushed towards the escape pods as fast as she could even as the carrier began to collapse around them. Fire and rumble slowed their progress, allowing the scouting drones chasing them to keep up. She was firing at the scout drones randomly without much success when a laser beam struck just left of her. A soft grunt was all the warning she got as they tumbled forward, collapsing in a pile. The clone that was aiding her moments ago now lay on the ground in a growing puddle of his own blood, clutching a gaping chest wound.<span style="color: green">"Shit! No! Shit!" </span>Ayla managed to climb back to her feet, her flank flaring up with pain in protest. Her makeshift bandage was completely soaked with blood now.<br/><br/>The clone stared at her as he slowly bled out. Ayla crouched low, more red beams of death narrowly them missing them. He tried to say something, but only blood came out of his mouth. Raising her handgun, she put him out of his misery with a clean shot to the brain.<span style="color: green">"I'm sorry...Shit..." </span>She bit on her lip, turning around and stumbling away from the incoming grey drone forces. They had been only 30 ft or less from a still intact airlock. Barely reaching it in time with laser fire missing her left and right, she closed it behind her.<span style="color: green">"This'll keep you bastards busy until this thing goes up in flames, fuckers..."</span><br/><br/>Keeping a hand on her bleeding flank, Ayla limped into the escape pod bay just in time to see one of them leave. She stumbled into one of the more intact looking pods, and sat herself down in the pilot seat. She turned off the pod's auto-pilot, and began a quick system check. She muttered to herself while watching her HUD, keeping track of the other's progress<span style="color: green">"Come on, the ship's collapsing and this is the closest pod, I've giving you lot 2 or 3 minutes tops to get here..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>