Well, it had all been going good, they had cover up... and then it all hit the fan.  She was about to open fire with the rifle she'd salvaged from the corpses, but<em>he</em>pushed her into the cargo elevator and sent her up.<br/><br/><strong>"Motherf-"</strong>she started, scrambling up, right as the last blaster went off, followed by return fire...<strong>"Shit!  Shit!  You stupid son of bitch!"</strong><br/><br/>She punched the wall, hard with her combat gloves on (only reason her hand didn't break most likely) but then turned around to the Mirelian.  With any luck, at least the Zeltros would make it.<br/><br/><strong>"Hm?  College huh?  Well, look at it this way; after this is over, you'll likely be able to at least be published from this, an autobiographical approach of this event or whatnot, might want to consider a program somewhere else though."</strong>she said, making small talk for now<strong>"Now, you just need to focus primarily on staying safe, do you understand?  Let <em>me</em> worry about playing the hero if need be.  Now... with any luck we can take aim and get off a good couple shots first... be ready."</strong><br/><br/>She took up a position behind cover, rifle on autofire, ready to fire away...<br/><br/>(uses second wind 50/77hp)