Finally, with a concerted push, my attackers beat the waves of artificials back into the hold and board the ship.
Wave upon wave batter my raiders, and several take injuries.
It’s hard to make out detail through the smoke, but I did see a hand being severed, an eye gouged, blood and coolant flying.
The press of artificials keeps coming, egged on by the six brawny toolcleaners and a2fl who looms behind, acting as field marshal.
The rover grapples itself to the side of the Volga, hard against the repulsor field.
My crew cuts them down with energy pulses and hand charges, doing their best to avoid permanently damaging them when possible.
I bring Dziga to a tactical console, where we can see the video streams coming from a half-dozen of the raiders.
The magnetic field drops, and the artificials surge forward, swinging hand tools and blunt instruments.
On the other side of the forcefield, lines of artificials stand coiled, ready to spring. They scream and snarl like animals.
While an engineer hacks into the magnetic controls, the raiders prepare for battle.