Edmund's orders, and the automated messages made her gut clench together. She took a deep breath, gathering herself before relaying the orders to the rest of the bridge's crew.<span style="color: green">"Orders are to evacuate the ship! We need to go!"</span>it didn't take long for the others to listen, as they renewed the intensity of their assault to bring down the last few enemy drones blocking the exit. Ayla reached with trembling hands inside her stim bag, she was losing a lot of blood and couldn't afford to slow down the rest. The adrenaline shot returned some of her senses to her, and she roughly bandaged her wound while they began to evacuate the ship's control bridge. They pulled free whomever they could save from the rubble while the others that were already got escorted towards the escape pods. Ayla climbed to her feet and stumbled over to one of the intact control panels. She quickly brought up the ship's structural map and navigation programs on separate screens.<br/><br/>The ship was straining under the structural stress it was receiving from being torn apart piece by piece. It was already starting to collapse in numerous sections. Ayla rerouted what power she could from the overloading generator to the engines, setting the ship on a collision course to the estimated location of the Grey base on the nearby gas giant. The ship would be rubble long before it hit, but she doubted the Greys had anything to slow down a massive hunk of iron and steel. "0413, We need to move now!" She looked up at the man calling her by her ID number, a fellow clone. They were amongst the last few on the bridge, save for those unlucky fellows who couldn't possibly be freed in time or wounded too injured to walk. She nodded.<span style="color: green">"Help me, I'm hurt!"</span>He wrapped an arm around her, helping her stumble out of the bridge towards the escape pods. "<span style="color: green">I'll guide you, I've got a mostly safe path on the HUD."</span>It was his turn to nod now while Ayla accessed the shipwide speaker system using the captain's comm unit.<span style="color: green">"Attention everyone! Cease fighting and evacuate! The ship is falling apart, move to the escape pods ASAP! I repeat, evacuate immediately! I'm uploading intact passages to everyone HUD's now!"</span><br/><br/>Ayla closed the communication, and instead focused back on evacuating herself. Guiding the fellow clone who supported her as best as she could. They had fallen behind the others, and despite the adrenaline in her veins keeping her up her injury was greatly hindering her. "Shit!" A grunt drone rounded the corner in front of them, scout drones following in it's wakes. Ayla reacted before the grunt drone could fire, an armor-piercing round from her handgun tearing through it's chassis.<span style="color: green">"No time to stop! I'll keep them off us, just focus on getting us to safety."</span>She told the other clone while firing at the scouts. 'I need to get his designation number, or his name if he uses one.' she pondered while they fled from the scout drones, laser fire narrowly missing them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>