She checked her comms gear. Her visor was long gone, and her helmet gave nothing but garbled chatter, its smart-systems wrecked by whatever weapon had taken out the It’s Been A Long Week. She looked back; the wall curved from sight. There was no sign of her ship, but the crackle of burning munitions came from ahead. She chewed her lip, made a decision and moved forward in a low crouch, every few seconds stopping and checking around her.