Ashes is almost as enthusiastic as Kit about mowing down knots of enemy soldiers, although their weapon of choice is guns rather than swords. 

Honey catches them stooping to pick things up from the bodies a few times—a weapon here, a rank pin there. 

They did mention that they pick things up.

Given the general invincibility of the unit, they probably make quick progress towards the target.

They do!

It helps that Kolya somehow has a map of the base and knows exactly where they're going. As they draw closer to their goal, he grows quieter, more focused. 

Eventually, they burst open another sealed door and find themselves in a large hexagonal room that must be the central chamber of the base. 

In a glass case in the middle of the room is the woman they've come to rescue. Her pale skin is pierced by dozens of wires and tubes connecting her to the machines lining the walls. In slumber, her face is peaceful, even beautiful, but still recognisable as the same face worn by the scores of clone soldiers they've mown down to get here. 

Well, there's the target. Now there's just figuring out how to get her out...

Honey hangs the bow on his back and begins searching through the various wires and tubes running from the case their target is in, trying to find any connectors or joints where they could be released.

"Is this her?" Kit asks, poking at some of the connection points. He looks bored now there's nothing to kill. 

"How do we wake her up?" 

"One of us could try kissing her," Kolya suggests. 

He's staring at the sleeping woman with a strangely wistful expression. 

"What—you can't just kiss a sleeping stranger, Kolya! That's really fucking creepy." 

"We can figure out how to wake her up after we get her out of here." Honey adds, before switching from looking for connection points that don't seem to be there to just breaking whatever's holding the glass case in place, careful to try and not disturb what's inside.

"Could just try the usual plan," Ashes says.

When everyone turns to look at them, they clarify: "Shoot the machines until they explode." 

"...sure. Fine. Let's do that." 

They do that. Warning alarms blare, mostly drowned out by the explosions. 

Inside the case, the woman's eyes flutter open. 

"What do you know," Kit says, voice thick with sarcasm. "It worked." 

Reaching up with his metal hand, he crushes one of the clamps that hold the glass case shut, pulling it loose. 

If it works, it works. Honey checks the target. Does she look like she's going to need to be carried out of here or is she good to go?

By the time they've opened the case and pulled out enough wires that she can move, the woman is helping remove the rest, clumsy from sleep and muscle deterioration. She might need a little help to walk if they want to get out of here any time soon. 

"Who—" she rasps. Stops, clears her throat, tries again. "Who are you?" 

"A neutral party," Kit supplies, offering a hand to help her step down from the raised pedestal she's on.

"Perhaps the longer version can wait until we're no longer in a base full of King Cole's minions?" Distant shouts and sounds of alarm back up his statement. 

Seeing that Kit has got the target mostly handled, Honey pulls his bow out again and readies himself for the extraction.

Fighting their way out goes much the same as fighting their way in, except now there's a fragile thoroughly-mortal human stumbling in their midst who needs protection.

Fortunately, the Rose Reds seem less inclined to shoot indiscriminately in their direction now there's a chance they'll hit one of their own. For her part, the woman they're rescuing stares in horror at her cloned sisters as Kit pulls her along. 

The Rose Reds might also be deterred from indiscriminate laser fire by the fact that Ashes is pouring out a trail of gasoline behind them as they go, humming something under their breath. 

Honey avoids firing any arrows near where Ashes has poured gasoline. It'd be poor form to let a spark catch before they're out of here.

He also quickly picks up any unbroken arrows out of corpses from the way in that he passes by. No need to waste.

Ashes gives him an approving smile when they notice. 

And then they're all stepping outside through the blasted remains of the door, and once everyone's out Ashes casually strikes a match and flicks it over their shoulder to ignite the trail of gasoline. 

In front of them, Aurora waits, her bulk seeming even larger against the too-close curve of the moon's horizon. 

The airlock door swings open in welcome as they approach. 

Honey makes sure to not turn back towards the no doubt bright blaze that will be burning through the lunar base. His corneas would survive but that wouldn't necessarily make it comfortable.

Instead, once they're all aboard Aurora, Honey checks to see how the woman is doing (and to a lesser degree, how the rest of the unit is doing, though he is not especially worried).

Still looks fairly shaken, still recovering from whatever it was that kept her asleep. Breathing hard; apparently a brisk walk across half the length of the base was a lot of exertion for someone who's lost as much muscle mass as she has. 

She's looking around curiously, taking in all of the people around her as well as the corridor they're standing in. (Beneath them, a rumble of engines signals the ship taking off.) 

"Welcome," Kit says gently, "to the starship Aurora." 

The ship hums, the lights briefly brightening and dimming.