"Don't worry buddy, everything is going to be fine."
Coo relaxing lies to the amputee. Torch bugs if they get in the elevator.
"Don't worry, if they bite you again Vik will carve even more meat out of you!"
You whip your torch out and prep yourself. It doesn't matter if you use your mind or laser as long as you get to burn bugs.
Keep holding off the buggers with laser rifle till the elivator door is closed.once they are closed set about looting the injured for usefull stuff to "Borrow"
"Press the button! Press the button!Press the button!Press the button! PRESS IT!"
[Con: 5+1] Panic gets better of you and you swing the laser around wildly, cutting bugs, walls and lights alike, and apparently cutting some important powerline in progress because all lights on this side of the hallway go off, plunging you all into darkness. What little lights reflect from random open doors you can see your assault didn't do much to stop vexiles. Some have stopped to eat remains their comrades, but more than half keeps aiming for the original prey. Darkness doesn't seem to bother them that much.
Continue to be cargo.
You keep dreaming of burning feets.
"I'm working on it!"
Try to override the authorization, or at the very least get the doors closed and the lift moving.
[Aux: 5+1] All doors on the ship are already behind your master password, and this one is no exception. As soon as door closes and team is safely locked within you rip off the panel and fiddle with wires inside until something clicks in place and elevator falls freely down onto next floor without any consideration of safety.
Bastien: 6-1
Citotp: 1-1, 1-1
Filgres: 4
Grits: 3
Joanna: 5
Vik: 5-1
Despite of missing one leg entirely and suffering severe bloodloss Bastien takes the fall masterfully on his remaining leg. He doesn't even grunt. Stoic as fuck. Joanna maintains her reputation as space fairy and bends her knees in perfect sync with Bastien who she is supporting. Vik grunts from sudden pressure on his leg wound, while the sudden stop makes Filgres wake up. Grits sprains his ankle but is otherwise fine. Citotp on the other hand doesn't handle the situation well; he lands in wrong angle, breaking some bones in his legs and banging his helmet on wall as he falls on his ass. He's out like lights Vik broke.
Door opens accompanied by pleasant "ping" sound and reveals the bridge of interstellar cargo freighter. It's unsuprisingly empty of both people and vexiles. Number of screens are displaying all kinds of information that team doesn't understand at all. It's probably largely irrelevant anyway. This is probably the only safe place on entire ship. All conscious people sigh in relief.
Enjoy your moment of respite and try to not fly into sun.