Psychic ship's basically on my doormat (thanks, Randy). I have almost nothing for weapons, so I take some extra time to build a spare rifle. Not enough time, it's a medium drone now, something needs to be done. Here. and soon. So, with a handful of weapons not designed for heavy combat (couple pistols, pump shotty, and a great bow) I set up a firing squad. Three Scythers, great. So, the fight begins. Each side takes hit, mine obviously worse than the others's.
Welp, I guess Dave, my construction dude, saw fit to start some repairs. Walked through a hail of gunfire from both sides, take half a minute to repair a solar panel and some bricks that got damaged, and hop back inside on one leg to have a snack. Wasn't shot once. Meanwhile, I lost a soldier, two lost limbs and one organ, and the last one still ended-up with extreme blood loss by the time he made it to bed.