Sonja watched patiently from her cell, as guards were called away from the brig to deal with some new threat. A smirk crept across her face. She hadn't liked her odds before, but now... She took hold of her cell bars, and pulled. The servos in her cybernetic arm whirred angrily, and the steel began to buckle and bend. One of the guards turned at the sound, and was greeted with a length of warped steel to the face.<br/><br/>In a flash, Sonja cast aside her bludgeon and grabbed the guard's rifle, wasting the two remaining guards with quick bursts. Blast doors were already sliding closed in an attempt to contain the giant of a woman. She smirked, and simply walked over to a locker labeled "Ordnance." With one yank of her cybernetic arm, she tore the locker door off its hinges and cast it aside. She lifted a rocket launcher out of the locker, hefting it easily.<br/><br/>"Good as a keycard," she said, and levelled the weapon at the blast doors, blowing them wide open. She set off running down the hallways. If she remembered right, there should be escape pods just down this way...<br/><br/>Sure enough, there they were. She skidded around the corner and through the hatch of the nearest one, pounding the button to seal the hatch behind her. It was then that she realized she was not alone in the escape pod. Ah well. Now wasn't the time to be picky. If necessary, Sonja would deal with these freakshows<em>after</em>they'd escaped their common enemy.<br/><br/>"Let's move it, Boom Box!" she called to the girl with the music blaring over her echo. "They've got more soldiers than I've got ammo."<br/><br/>With that the Mercenary strapped herself in. Pandora had a reputation for bumpy landings.