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Deimos was still providing cover-fire where it was needed, but that need was drawing to an end for this encounter it seemed. The civilians were rushing off in every direction and she heard the sounds of lives ending here and there. Probably none of the guys she worked with- none of those death-rattles sounded right, and besides, she doubted any of them, herself included, could even manage to stay down without a damned good reason. Unless their spines were severed or they were blown to bits, they were to fight to the end and, Emperor will it- they were going to take a sizable number of enemies with them when they made their final toll.
Dying any other way seemed like an affront to everything they stood for anyways- and even in her own damned family line, it wasn't like growing old was held with much reverence. Though waiting around to see if your family came home or if you'd be greeted with a much more unpleasant experience of finding out there was a death...if you even got that privilege, was rather humbling. Sheep to a slaughter at times- that's what it felt like. But it was a duty, and it was expected in her family. Besides, she tinkered with machinery, and dealt with the problems from as far back from the situation as she could- one, because she'd prefer to keep tinkering with machinery... and two? She had a still on her back. Filled with a substance she was fairly certain was flammable to a point that she'd rather stay back and keep alive and able to drink, than her dead and her brew gone in a flash of fire.
Though, come to think of it, would the still on her back provide a quicker more merciful death when her time came? Gone in an explosion of booze wasn't a damned bad way to go...
Not much use in worrying on it.
Her eyes on the unfolding scene- the truck that had been scurrying away was now approaching Kross. Great. Hopefully that autocannon was enough stopping power for that damned food truck. She was firing off at it, but damned if she knew her shots were doing anything to help- she sure as hell wasn't getting to the wheels.