[i]That settled it; JT couldn't let Shila die. He had lost too many friends in his lifetime already, he wasn't going to lose another person. The Marshal stepped out of the ship as either of the twin hip-mounded LMG's roared to life. Their internal Thermal Sensory Modules located the Imperials on the other side and the echo of the guns boomed through the ship. As one of the 7.62 rounds was unleashed from one gun, another was being primed in its place and the other gun fired to make up for that priming time, allowing for a never ending stream of bullets to fire almost endlessly on the soldiers. The crew needed cover and Nanocyte could provide. A miasma of nanites awakened within the ship, soon seeping out through the floor like a layer of smoke that would manifest into self-repairing barriers for almost all of the company that came to assault, with e exception of JT, who in and of himself was tanking shots left, right and centre with he ceramic and steel composition of the armour he wore. [/i]