The gunfire tore through all other noise on the bridge, abruptly ending all thoughts of everyone in the room and leaving it's origin and meaning to be guessed by the increasingly afraid crew. Those who weren't watching the thick steel doors as the weapons fire continued turned to look at the captain, who seemed just as surprised as everyone else. His otherwise calm behaviour betraying panic. Ayla watched the the captain's completely neutral and pale face as he pressed his hand against his ear and listened to someone on the communicator. He didn't say anything as the sound of gunfire died down, the soft hum of laser fire now barely audible through the thick steel doors.  He lowered his hand as silence descended unto the control bridge. His eyes full of fear as he scanned the crew in front of him, his voice breaking a little as he spoke. "Grey armed forces outside the bridge, they'll breach the door soon."<br/><br/>Ayla felt the sting of fear inside her gut, but silenced it quickly. They were trapped like rats in a sinking ship with nowhere to go. There was no way they were going to be able to fight their way out of the bridge's sole exit through a Grey drone unit that just tore through a well-armed squad. The captain locked the bridge down, sealing the door and having it reinforced, but that would only buy them seconds. Ayla grabbed her pistol from it's hip pouch, thanking whatever gods were listening that she kept forgetting to remove it and suffered it's discomfort each day instead. Now at least she could defend herself and win some time. A sob alerted her to the young woman next to her, and Ayla could spot in an instant she was terrified to death. Something about the sight made Ayla stop for a moment, and she walked over to gently kiss the woman on her cheek. Giving her a comforting hug that startled her. "<span style="color: green">Hey...Look, I know you're afraid, both of us are likely about to die. But I need to do whatever I can to stop whatever comes through those doors, so I want you to take my seat and take care of our course, make sure we don't hit any of the other cruisers."</span>The woman nodded with a soft sob, switching seats while Ayla got up and walked over towards the captain's seat.<br/><br/>He was busy requesting any nearby teams to head towards the bridge and defend it, but Ayla knew that the folly of that. Everyone was headed to the generator and by the time any help would arrive they'd be greeted by a bridge full of corpses and drones tearing them up. She didn't have any high hopes, but perhaps they could flush the drones out by spacing the hallway or get the drones to carve them and escape route by accident. It seemed she wasn't the only one who had been carrying a gun as several others has arrived at the captain's chair before her. She quickly took in each one, and noticed by their genetic markers they were mostly clones which gave Ayla a strange sense of satisfaction. She counted her ammo while the captain spoke and asked them to buy some time so that aid might arrive. She didn't bother to really listen, whatever he could have to say she probably already knew. She got into position as she finished counting, remaining out of sight of the doors while mentally planning her actions. She had 28 bullets, good for four rounds. The bullets would be able to take down any grunts or scouts but if they were support drones in that hallway she was in trouble. She heard a soft hum as the drones started to cut through the solid steel gate, biting her lip as she mentally prepared herself. To survive she would have to stay moving, stay away from where they thought she would be, and do a lot of hiding and running.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>