Jules started to backpedal towards the nearest exit, intending to fall back to the next intersection with the other surviving defenders. The charge of another of the larger aliens halted her retreat. The brute pushed forward eagerly, barging aside his smaller brethren and sending them flying. His helmeted head jerked this way and that as he assessed the retreating security personell for the optimum target. With a sinking emotion of fear Jules watched as his gaze settled on her.<br/><br/>"Fuck you ugly." Jules swore under her breath and raised her slugthrower to put the alien down.<br/><br/>After only a short burst the magazine ran empty. Jules saw the heavy slugs strike home, her aim true at the centre of the beasts bodymass. Light flared on the alien's armoured chest and the creature barely flinched as he raised his own weapon. Jules ejected the spent magazine and snatched a full replacement. A bright flash from the muzzle of the alien weapon and Jules felt a kick in her chest that sent her flying back to sprawl on the station decking. Before she had time to register that the weapon had apparently not killed her, a pulse of energy burst over her.<br/><br/>"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Jules screamed out as her nerves and muscles felt like they were on fire.<br/><br/>Jules convulsed on the deck, the projectile from the alien weapon causing her to lose all control and coordination of her body. Her booted heels beat on the metal plating as she thrashed and writhed in desperate agony. The slugthrower and the full magazine fell from her hands as she clawed at the smooth metal plates of the deck.