[ Watching that sword blink into existence and shear through plating like a hot knife through butter is both five kinds of surreal and three kinds of hot. Maybe four. It's distracting for the half second between blue and the blip of a lifesign winking out- only to be replaced by the rumble of whoever the fuck else wants some in the stairwells and the rather blinding pitch of spotlights from the adjacent artillery field being turned on the roof. ]

Oh. Fuck.

It appears they have us surrounded. Calling in the shuttle will likely result in our being shot down.

I'll handle the testing facility, I said, I know what I'm doing, I said. Have it on the record that I'm a fucking moron.