Asya followed along close behind, as per instructions. She ducked into the side hallway as the reactor went off, silently cursing to herself while thinking of all of the time she had spent working repairs on that damn thing just for it to go up in flames now... regardless, there was nothing that any of them could do about it now. The alarms sounded, and she smiled a little as the lights directed them towards her nav point, she had known that her calculations were correct, of course, but even in a situation like this it was satisfying to see that you had done something to help, and you had done it perfectly right. She tried not to look around her as they made their way down to the shuttle, tuning out the blood and gore, the torn bodies that littered the hallways. So many had died, and so many were still going to die. At this point there was no doubt that the ship was going to go down, and everyone who didn't make it to a shuttle was going to die. There were plenty of escape shuttles, of course. The ship was understaffed anyway, and per regulation they were required to have enough to evacuate the entire crew. The only questions now, were how many people were still alive? And how many of those few that remained were in good enough condition to make it to the escape pods?<br/><br/>She let out a deep breath when they finally reached the pods, in a long, drawn out sigh that she hadn't noticed that she was holding. With a brisk nod to Edmund she slipped into the nearest pod, but kept her weapon firmly clasped in her hands. One could never know when the enemy might attack them, even now. And she hoped that she might be able to provide some cover fire, at the very least. There was really nothing more to say at this point. They had failed, the ship was going to fall, and they probably would too. The chances of their escape pod making it free of the enemy ships was a long shot in and of itself. Her survival instincts kicked in, like they always did in seemingly hopeless situations, but now there was absolutely nothing that she could do. So she tapped her foot, fidgeted, stared out into the hallway, ready to fire at the next hostile thing to come into view. That was the best that she could do, at least for now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>