No Strings on Me

Prophet recovering at last from a little shock of "not exactly hitting the train after the jump" - more so because of damaged pride then any significant physical injuries - looks a little like woken up from a bad dream. But to be honest... an assault rifle series and the big holes in train sheathing appearing closer and closer to him - would probably wake up just anyone!
"Whooh! Looks like this guy really don't like to be un-invited for a party... ! - Neon immediately after saying that, just as the holes started to appear mere meters from him roll towards nearest air exhauster or something like that, to get off the fire line and maybe get something to have between him and "snowflake cyborg".

Knowing she better make this quick, Spacer opens the door once more, but not before filling the remaining cars with halon. No time to deal with any of the meatspace nonsense.

Prophet catching his balance again after swift roll, looks up and prepares to welcome the borg to the party... the "neon kind of way"... mostly with true love and attraction from the bullets - straight from his Colt's barrel...

Spacer isn't happy about the way this is turning out.

Serj gets ready to fuck shit up.

Cowbrett grips his iron and gets ready to put some lead into a varmint

Bored, Flesher takes out her shotgun and lines up the cyborg in her sights. Not sure if she should take this one-in-a-million shot, she fingers the trigger like it was foreplay. She must’ve gotten aroused become the hammer went blammo and the barrel loosed some ammo.

shit, fuck, shit!

Cowbrett destroys the remaining guard with the power of bullets!

Sergei lets a couple slip into this crazy fool.