by Amy L. Hull amilynh at comcast dot net
Farscape drabble for Spilleta42, who requested Aeryn Sun and rescue
Two doors blasted, four guards killed, eight locking mechanisms fried shut and an uncounted number of shots ducked and avoided. In the cell block there were alarms and system shutdowns to defeat.
Through her boots' thick soles, she could feel D'Argo and Chiana's explosions shuddering through the ship and the faltering of the engines.
She slammed her hand against the last cell door panel. It slid aside, revealing John sitting with his back against the wall.
She glared. "What, you couldn't at least try to escape?"
He moved quickly as she covered their retreat. "I get hurt less this way."