Jace and Enshi lurched onto the tarmac, the crate beween them viciously gaining a kilogram with every step. For all their effort, Belledamme's cargo ramp remained just out of reach.
Off to the right, in the direction Belledamme was pointed, a pair of armored cars pulled up broadside to the ship. Enshi cursed venomously and began firing her pistol at the vehicles. Wasted ammo even if she did manage to hit one, but Jace wished he could follow suit - it probably felt good to do SOMETHING besides wait to get shot while the crate beat the hell out of your leg.
The weapon array on the ventral turret twitched as it armed and despite himself Jace stopped dead, jerking Enshi around to aim her curses at him. Oh good Lord no, for months Giid had nursed a hard-on to fire that plasma gun...in an atmosphere the sidescatter would resemble a bomb detonation. Enshi heard the turret whir as it traversed from dead aft and toward the cars. They both screame