One thing was for sure: the Warden’s weapon packed a bit more of a punch than Vincent’s. When the Krogan ran past their point without so much as noticing them, she sent half a dozen bolts into the back of his armor, which sent the huge warrior tumbled to the floor, likely perished before he hit the deck. That was one problem out of the way, and when he followed the Warden  back towards the breached hull, she saw that the rest of the attackers fled back to their ship and quickly departed, leaving their dead and wounded behind.<br/><br/>The Warden activated one of the barriers to seal the breach and after a few more minutes the ship was pressurized again and it was safe to take off his helmet. He whistled inwardly when the Warden did the same, looking damn fine with her hair down in the armored jumpsuit she had worn during the attack. She was a hot little firecracker alright, and not a woman to be messed with. A veritable modern day Valkyrie… He saluted when she addressed him.<strong>“Yes ma’am.” </strong>He followed her into gen pop and only then realized how bad things were. The attack had decimated guards and inmates alike. Vincent even wondered if they had enough men left to properly run the station.<br/><br/>Vincent frowned when Bridget solicited the help of prisoners. Was it really wise to let them out of their cells when half the guards were either dead or injured? The last thing they needed at this point was a prisoner uprising. Still, she was the boss and he would follow any order she gave him.<br/>