Iona nodded, heading towards the lockers. Unlike the others, she didn't have a weapon - or rather, she was the weapon, able to reshape her limbs into blades, whips, or hammers. Or she could throw herself at them and devour them whole. Raised on a diet of minerals, humans were disgusting fare
But this enemy would eat back at her. Really, her only choice at the moment was to throw something and hope to do damage. She needed to incorporate alien.... biologic-created projectile or energy beam weapons with herself, or carry their weapons as they did. Perhaps she could claim something within these lockers?
Assuming they were still there. And working.
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