Icosa found herself surrounded by pulpy living tissue, squeezed by powerful peristaltic muscles that forced her down the monster's gullet. The armor she'd purchased to connect her jetpack to was useless against such whole-body compression. Had she been a living being, it was very likely she'd have been crushed like a raw egg in a clenching fist.
She was not, however. Swallowing Icosa was like swallowing a rock; she was made of harder, less compressible stuff than the tissue of the worm's esophagus. Between the compressive strength of her actual chassis, and the cushioning of her outer layers of nanotech, Icosa weathered being swallowed quite well. For now. Already she could detect the acrid fumes of what was likely some kind of gastric secretion though. A sufficiently corrosive compound could still do great damage to her over time...and there was the small matter of the titanic explosion that was still going to happen.
The nano-metallic colloid that made up her outer layers bunched up around her hands and forearms to reinforce them, then extended outward into long blades that had a distinctly silvery sheen. As that happened Icosa sent a radio communication to the team.
"This is Icosa. I'm all right for the moment. I can cut myself out, but everyone has to leave the area at once. The bombs are going off. I can travel fast enough to get away in seconds. The rest of you need to leave NOW, if you haven't already."
It took a few of those precious seconds to twist and turn, and find enough space that she could pull her arms up and out from her sides, forcing the creature's throat to widen uncomfortably...
...
Meanwhile, outside on the battlefield, the worm flailed its immense body in a violent set of shakes, like it was trying to dislodge something riding it's skin. The enormous flaps that covered its maw spread open and it inhaled...then emitted a thick, goopy HORF noise that sounded like it was being played on a whole section of badly tuned tubas. Some kind of mucus exploded outward in globs that splatted all around or dribbled down from the edges of its mouth.
Then something ripped out of it's hide. A slightly curved metallic blade jutted out like a thorn on a very ugly rose. The weapon itself seemed to shriek in the ultrasonic wail of a vibro-weapon as it sparked and ground against the thick chiton that armored the worm...but it also appeared to have little trouble cutting through it. The blade withdrew back into the worm's side then, and the vast bulk of it undulated frantically. It began to make a low, warbling howl that turned into a gurgling expulsion of blood and gunk as two metal blades carved their way out this time, using the weakness the first thrust had made as starting point to literally begin cutting a triangular panel out of the toughened hide.
The blades then retracted again.
From inside the monster came a new noise. The muffled sound of turbines spinning up. There was a flash of light from inside the holes in its carapace and steam flooded out. Steam and smoke. Icosa struck the cut triangle with both fists, propelled by her jetpack as it superheated the air left in its collection cavity to generate a short-lived burst of thrust. Covered in vicera and goo, Icosa exploded out from the monster's side...the section of chitin hitting the floor just ahead of her like a horrible herald. With all the pasty green-grey ooze crusting over her, it was hard to tell if she was hurt, but she definitely wasn't being slowed down by it if she was.
"Everyone get out!" she sent over the comms as her jetpack hungrily gulped in air again and managed to hold her aloft.
"If anyone needs help, I can carry you!"
(OOC note - if no one comes forward for a ride, Icosa will get the heck outta here with full safe mobility)