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A warning popped up inside the ex-Marine's visor, distracting but not blocking her view. The second one was more annoying, a message that the rails inside her MagRail had finally broken down. Useless. She stopped firing and starting whistling to herself as a distraction. She could feel more than hear the rounds impacting the ship around her, the occasional glance off her armor. Anything more direct and she'd be in serious trouble. The first warning was, of course, alerting her to enemy fire.

She'd been working under the assumption that they were fighting off pirates and not, in face, the Marine Corps. She'd be having strong words with their pilot later. None the less she was being fired upon and now had a duty to defend herself from harm. She would just need to focus on disabling and crippling more that outright destroying.

A pull of the slide and the rails detached themselves from the gun and a gentle push sent them drifting out into the void. She pulled a spare set from her belt and loaded them, ignoring the twisting serpent in her gut as she went through all her checks to make sure the MagRail was ready to fire again. Once it was she stood back up straight and aimed for the nearest fighter, intent on taking out the engines.