You sound incredibly cocky for someone without a plan.

[ She lifts a hand, wiping the sweat off her brow. When she arrived, they had cut the short blonde hair that she had allowed to grow back down to the buzz cut she had sported as an Imperator. She understood the reason -- she wasn't fit as a sex slave for imperfections, and certainly they wanted their labor slaves to not spread parasites. ]

After killing the guards, what's your plan to get back to the ship then?