Christopher gritted his teeth as he saw the clamps not letting go starting he needed more time. As he went down he saw Harry still seeming conscious. "Hmm here let me help you." He strikes the mans temple hard enough to knock him out. "Night night." He'd waste no time in going to the main supplies and grabbing three fuse strips attaching them to the door of the docking bay and fusing the door together to by them some time, he'd need more then pea shooters to open that. "Jim hurry up get that bloody door open.... or we are gonna blast our way out." He moves back into the ship closing the Airlock again.
The A.I's response was punctuated by the brutal roar of a shield operating in a confined space. The video feed from the Lupus; transmitted to the cockpit of the Harmless, showed a group of five Junkers and one slightly drunk Rogue firing small energy rifles at the Sabre. The bursts bounced off the ship harmlessly; barely straining the shield's power plant.
Illusions of invincibility were shattered; however, by a roar from the hanger bay door. It sounded like the Junkers had bought more then just pistols.
Matthew Habrum, a lifelong Junker and Deputy of the security detail, stood at the head of the phalanx advancing through the breach. "Give us our man back 'ya flee-bitten idiot!"
The man fired his pistol at the Greyhound's cockpit, without shields, the round shattered the fighter's outer window, the secondary vaccum-hardned plates springing up automatically. Looted from a civilian train they weren't designed to be shot at, and were unlikely to hold up to any sustained assault.
A voice crackled from the PDA at Chris' waist. "Solution unavailable. Power diverted to shields."
Christopher at the shot would recoil covering Sarah's prone body. "You son of a." He'd power up the shields of the Greyhound quickly doing so ignoring the man once they would be up he'd drop a mine and everything would seem to go in slow motion with the kick of adrenaline setting in. "A parting gift." He would then start to try fire at the docking bay doors. "Jim... activate the Mini-Razor then punch a few howls in the wall, then before you leave let out one of the EMP mines, don't want them having the chance to come after us."
A small compartment at the back of the Harmless swung open; revealing a single deadly package.
The Ripper mine tore through toughened steel like it was paper; the docking clamps never had a chance, reduced to atoms faster then a blink. Matthew; hearing the telltale click of the mine store opening turned to run, dragging his men behind him. He managed to slide into the corridor before the mines force reached him.
One Junker wasn't so lucky, a battered remnant of the clamp pinning him to the floor. As the Greyhound's engines powered up the metal was welded to the surrounding material, leaving the man trapped underneath. The heat of the engines killed him almost instantly.
A mini razor shot sailed through the already dented hanger door, demolishing what little integrity the structure maintained. Christopher powered up the rugged ships engines; crashing through the remains of the door in a shower of shrapnel. On board the station emergency airlocks swung into place, preventing the escape of vital oxygen.
Christopher was joined by the Atra as it came along side them as he took them to basically no where being they couldn't dock on a Junker base and he wasn't about to go to a Rogue base, he sets the course for Magellan at the Freeport there leaving the ship to autopilot where he properly subdues him by trying his feet to the roof and his hands to ground letting him wake there when he does as he goes to check on Sarah, accessing what had knocked her out.
Sarah was in a world of her own, oblivious to the blood caking over the wound on her forehead. She saw ships that weren't ships and people that weren't quite people. She lost all awareness of herself as an individual, ceasing to be Sarah McFarlen; Rogue and Engineer, and become something else. She was neither here nor there, she simply was. A great sense of peace came over her and she simply contented herself to watch the spiralling stars.
Christopher sighs a little bit as he starts to say her name. "Sarah... Sarah wake up this ain't the time for a damn map... Wake up." He would shake her a little bit looking at the wound and trying to attend to it as best as he can having had to administer medical attention in the past quite alot being he was a front line soldier.