Milenya kept a watch on Ashana, ready to assist her if she fell, wary of new obstacles as they proceeded to the ramp. She didn't bother responding to Sorv's calls. It was too much of a distraction from her task.<br/><br/>When they finally met up with the other four, Milenya smoothly fell in with the others, snapping out single shots and flinging the occasional husk into the air. Once high enough off the ramp, she didn't just fling them up, she flung them out, to hang suspended above the 'pit' and plummet to the ground after the mass effect field faded. She worked quietly, lost in her fugue. If they were not so pressed to stay alive, Ashana and Maethia might have noticed the faint pressure of Milenya's mind picking up cues from the others. Were they able to look past her visor, they would see her eyes were black.<br/><br/>There were whispers in her mind, words she could not make out, a strange empty serenity calling to her. She shut it out, ruthlessly; she had her tasks, and there was no room for anything else.<span style="color: #6495ED"><i>Kill husks, protect team, survive.</i></span><br/><br/>She whined softly at Ashana's order to<span style="color: darkOrchid">"Pull them,"</span>but complied. Her throws quickly doubled, the fields erratic; sometimes catching two or three husks and lifting them up, sometimes just making a single husk stagger as it lost contact with the ground for a moment. Yet they kept coming from her, kept glimmering into envelopes around the husks, kept being detonated by Ashana's followup throws.<br/><br/>Even when the lights went out, Milenya still kept up her biotic pulls. Her helmet automatically switched to a night-vision mode, the electrical activity overlay illuminating the husks with an eerie glittering effect to her eyes.<br/><br/>It was the atmospheric sensor alert that started to shake Milenya out of her fugue state. The subtle beeping caught her attention, and she staggered, blinking rapidly as her eyes lost their blackness.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Sulfur.. monoxide."</span>She muttered.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Sulfur monoxide..."</span><br/><br/>The awareness of the potential and the danger flooded her with a new burst of adrenaline as she woke to the potentials.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Sulfur monoxide is explosively flammable in an oxygen atmosphere! When it reaches a high enough concentration, we might be able to set it off!"</span><br/><br/>She looked around quickly, taking stock of their surroundings. They were at the top of the ramp, starting through the airlocks to the receiving docks. Another thought struck her as she pulled a husk into the air and shot at it, taking its head off by accident as it flailed around.<span style="color: #6495ED">"If we take the loaded cargo hauler, we could get something useful out of this!"</span>As an afterthought, she patted the bag slung across her back, reassuring herself that it was still there.<br/><br/>Even with the amount of fire the group was putting out, the husks were getting closer, the tide of tech zombies relentless and inexorable. Milenya considered her options. Her pistol was down to three shots, and she had one spare thermal clip; a thermal clip that one of the others might be able to use more effectively. She had one flash-bang. Better to hold off and use that when they needed to get on the vehicle, delay the mob then. The bubble barrier was good for protection against incoming fire, against explosions or sudden rockfalls, things like that, but to make it proof against slow moving attacks, she had to be still. And stillness, in this place, would get them all killed. No, that would have to wait until they were all on one of the vehicles; then she could barrier it and everyone aboard.<br/><br/>She just hoped she wouldn't need to for long. Two shots left now, and the relentless pace of simple biotic pulls was taking its toll, her muscles screaming with fatigue. She was feeling the effort now.<br/><br/>A husk jumped forward out of the mob, and screamed at her. She screamed back, in surprise, as the husk drew its arm back, hand shaped into a piercing claw.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>