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The woman noticed what they were doing with the cart, and began to run alongside it, deflecting any blast that dared to come near. Her left shoulder pad rotated up to reveal a cannon, and pulses of electricity arced from it and to the enemies.

With these blasts, as well as the security team’s counterattack, the attackers were beginning to be pushed back. As this was happening, the leader seemed to get distracted by something on his wrist, before motioning to some of his troops. Nodding, they ran off deeper into the station, away from the fight.

Mr. Snuggles (GM)

Nikki chewed on his cigar as he came up to a knee and using the doorway to the bar as cover. Bringing his ‘heater’ to bear he fired, the automatic pulse rifle aiming at the retreating figures - focusing on their legs that suggested more chinks in the armor.
- Nikki

“Commander Teller, take a team and pursue,” ordered Captain McGarrett quickly. “And watch for friendly crossfire,” he added as he tried to anticipate the next confrontation.

“Comander Tenkiller, tell me you know where they are headed. We could beam a team to that location and surround the hostiles.” Moments like this were what Mathias felt like he was born for. Decisive, quick action that depended on instincts gained from years of training and experience. That was what situations like this called for.

Captain Mathias McGarrett, CO

Tenkiller nodded and tapped his comms =^= Delta, Bravo, Golf teams. Engage and pursue. Command deck, track the hostiles and relay back to all security their position every ten seconds. =^= and he stood and began running after the retreating figures.

Tenkiller, CoS