[Heiro]

Grave does what he thinks best and hangs on for grim death as the plasma spitting flying lumps, his best description yet, attack the ship time after time. As the ship levels out, he does however empty the supply cabinet into his bag, [insert list of guns, after checking dm] and does the bag up. Throwing it over his shoulder, he clambers straight for the turrets.

Clambering into the turret itself, he puts his bag next to the seat before strapping himself in. Placing his hands on the controls, he thinks back to the academy. Stopping, he curses.
"I hate moving targets!"
Activating the gun, he swivels it to face the mass of enemies, and begins firing. A target flashes across his screen and he guns into it, high calibre rounds penetrating and tearing the body asunder, only to watch it disolve into nothing before dropping ten feet. Disconcerting, but ok, he decides before pulling the trigger and firing another burst into the masses....
"Shit! So many of the buggers!"
Screaming down toward the cockpit:
"Get us the hell out of here!"