The beginning of the end

OOC: Just a quick'n.
Mk.10 was fighting a losing battle. The torrent of crew members
flooding into the hangar was seemingly without end. He was already
down to his last few magazines of rail-gun ammo, and was trying to
take out as many people per shot as possible. Even so, with one of the
two stationary turrets destroyed, it would be inevitable that the
hangar would be lost.
The crackle of static and whine of feedback sounded over the ship's
intercom, before Jay's voice rang out.
"I'm coming for you you metal son of a bitch-droid!"
Mk.10 did something that surprised even himself a little; he chuckled.
"Bitch-droid? Heh, that's pretty good, dude." he replied over the
emergency private comm channels; those not cut off along with Holly.
"You were already here, and had your chance. What, did you run off to
have a quick cry?"
"You'll get yours, smeg-bot. Just don't die till I get there. I'm
gonna see that you pay-" replied Jay, before being cut off by Mk.10.
"What, you gonna make me say sorry to yer girlfriend and rebuild the
Phoenix?" he said smugly.
It was more or less at that point that Mk.10 noticed the distinct lack
of audible gunfire.
Out in the corridor, the crewmembers were all backing up out of the
way of the huge lumbering form of the E.V.E-1 Battlesuit, containing Jay.
Mk.10 looked on as Jay burst through the door to the hangar.
"What, you couldn't be a tad more subtle?"
"The door was too low."
If the battlesuit had teeth, it would be armed up to them, and more or
less every armament aboard was trained on Mk.10 and his dwindling
robotic forces.
"...Ah, crap."
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