<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The attacking force surged forward.  The initial guards had possessed weapons but hadn't been ready for a fight, and thus had gotten mowed down before they were able to react to the threat.  Those that followed hadn't had their weapons after walking around the prison areas, but the third wave which had included Vincent did have weapons, and the fight was on.  Most of the guards hired hadn't been properly trained because they were fresh off the streets, and so they were terrified and unable to focus their fire on anything.  The others, the ones with real fighting experience, knew to keep their heads ducked unless firing, or simply firing blind for suppressive fire.<br/><br/>Near where Vincent was crouched he would be able to see the armored Krogan, shrugging off rounds to his armor.  Each of the attackers wore full space suits, in case of atmosphere loss.  That's why they weren't afraid to fire weapons indiscriminately or their heavier weapons with reckless abandon.  Another round went off near Vincent, this one cracking the transparent aluminum window.  That was bad.  If the window gave, Vincent might get caught in the whirlwind of air and ejected into space, or left hanging on as the bulkheads descended and sealed him in with no air.  This had been a civilian ship, and so it wasn't equipped with blast-resistant windows.<br/><br/>The few guards who were still in the cell blocks were herding prisoners back to their cells.  One or two tried to take the guards on in the confusion, only to get beaten down with such furiousity that it was clear he'd died due to head trauma inflicted by the guard.  The guard dumped the body off the catwalk to make way, his baton and front covered in blue blood.  Eventually the prisoners were squared away, and the guards focused their efforts on trying to kill the intruders.  One guard ran up and crouched next to Vincent, holding out a helmet, "Take it!  They're threatening to breach the hull!"</span>