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It was supposed to be safe, quiet...no one but the Fleet should have even known they were there. She cursed under her breath, chest heaving as she pressed her back to the wall. Geth, the goddamn geth--of course it had been their luck to be caught in a planet scan by the AI units.
"Myr! Get do--" She started to warn one of the marines on her guard, but she was too late a shot puncturing his chest. He fell and she whipped her head around to keep from staring at him. Even if the shot hadn't gone straight through his chest he would have been dead anyway, the puncture to his suit exposing him to any pathogens in the air.
She took in a shuddering breath of air before taking a glance around the corner--a shot whizzing past her and very nearly clipping her helmet. She had to get out of her, she was dead if she didn't. Myr was the last of the marines that had been sent with her to the observatory, and now--now it was just her. She gripped her shotgun tight, eyeing the controls lying just across the room in front of her. She just had to be quick and lucky.
She bit her lip, steeling her nerves before launching forward. She could hear shots going off behind her, and she knew she would have to deal with the few geth that got into the room before she shut down the door but this was her only change. Her hand slammed down on the controls, and the relief that flooded through her system was almost tangible as she heard the doors close and the locks engage. It would buy her some time at least.
"Keelah..." She hissed, dodging the shots of the geth that had made it through and rolling behind a few crates. These few she could deal with, it was the dozens outside the observatory that worried her. "Someone...help me." She whispers, pleading with any spirits that may listen and take pity on her. She could handle herself in most situations, but this was above and beyond anything she was prepared to deal with. And for once in her life she was well and truly terrified of what might happen here.