"Hey, watch the hands!" Marga glared at Simon, her eyes darting over at Mez for a moment, self-conscious of her own weakened condition. The doctor was already turning away from the stricken Thuboisii half-breed, his rifle firing several shots at the turrets as they continued tracking targets in the hallway.

The first volley skitted harmlessly off of the turrets' armour plating, the metal darts bouncing away to impact against the hallway wall. THe second round was luckier, a single sliver finding a weak point in the military-grade plating and digging its way inside the weapon. The turret fell silent, hanging limply from its housing, its innards shredded.

The second turret suddenly stopped its random firing, and for a moment darted back and forth uncertainly before locking onto Simon's position and opening fire with all its strength. The charged laser blasts peppered his cover, slowly eating their way through as the electronics hidden inside began to spark and stutter, sending arcs of energy rippling through the surface.