Dead Orbit [pm to join] [Complete]

[Miss Blonde]

Chazwa. It was a planet that held a lot of emotional attachment to people in the Syndicate, hell it was the reason why it existed in the first place. A failed coup caused dozens of people to leave the more legal practices of the galaxy and were forced underground, and when you were in a certain situation you made the best of it. But speaking of making the best of a crap situation the war torn and crime ridden planet of Chazwa was just ripe for the taking, desperation and depression were the foundation of drug profiteering. However this wasn't about selling drugs at the moment, this was about said individuals who were. And to be completely honest they were doing a damn good job.

When the Republic was cut in half various criminal enterprises tried to do their best with the fallen capital when it shifted to Yutan. But the one that did the best did it without even having to step onto the planet. An old and presumably dead Super Carrier had parked itself in orbit some years back and from the word on the metaphorical street was that it was the place to be for anyone of worth left on Chazwa. Cargo holds and hangers had been outfitted as luxury ball rooms with a view of the stars, and barracks had been made into ritzy hotel rooms. The entire place was loaded with those who didn't want to abandon the planet but really didn't want to spend time on the crime ridden and destroyed surface.

So it was pretty simple what the Black Ties wanted with said ship, it was filled with rich people, drugs, and probably a butt load of money. So they were going to break onboard and steal everything that they could before getting out.

Dressed in a set of medium power armor Miss Blonde and her other sleazy criminal associates stood aboard an incoming dropship coated in anti sensory materials to keep their weapons and armor from picked up. Once the scans were complete the ship docked and the hallway pressurized. Looking back to her crew the woman thought a few words were in order.

"Don't kill anyone you don't have to, but don't hesitate if you have to. Our objection is to empty out the cash and drugs and then bonk out. This thing has been dead in orbit for a while now and according to my sources it doesn't work. So just stick to the plan." Blonde nodded her head and looked forward as the gate opened.

When it opened the first thing they saw was a man standing in front of them directing rich people and shaking hands.

"You in charge?" Blonde's voice echoed out from the shadows of the darkened boarding tube.

"Yes, I'm the captain of this-" And with that the man was interrupted by a gunshot to the head. His body seized up then went limp, people screamed and began to run in every which direction.

Bitches had to learn. Stepping forward and jumping onto the main reception desk the woman looked out to all the civilians on scurrying around. Lifting her gun in the air she shot the weapon off a few times to get their attention.

"ALRIGHT YOU SONS OF BITCHES!! WALLETS!! TECH!! AND JEWELY IN THE BAGS!!! UNLESS YOU WANT TO END UP LIKE CAPTAIN SWEATER VEST OVER THERE!!!" Blonde cocked the weapon and shouted out looking over to her people to get started.

Start collecting crap before security came down and there was a firefight. It was best to get ahead of these things. Hopefully [member="Whisper"] was around and she could slice into the security systems to make sure they could turn any automated Defenses around on them.

 

[Silas Miu]

Silas had taken this job without hesitation when the client had told him they'd pay for shuttle services to take him to the meeting location. Anything to get off of Tatooine.

So far, the heist was going according to plan. As soon as the gunshot rang out, he leapt into action. Letting the rest of the crew deal with the rich snobs aboard the derelict ship, he sent his recon droid out in search of a connection to the security mainframe so he could establish a remote 'physical' connection. He readied a couple signal jammers in case they were needed. "I'll have a connection to the security systems within a minute or two!" He shouted over the screams of the passengers.

'Come on, don't fail me now.' he thought to himself, tracking his droids progress.

Just as the first few security personnel arrived on scene, his droid pinged him that the connection was a success, and he sliced through the firewalls and security runtimes, quickly shutting down alarms, turning off sensors, jamming comm signals and readying the ships internal weaponry for the leaders command. "I'm in, we're set, boss!"

OOC: I'm posting from mobile, and I don't think it's going to let me tag anybody in the post.

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Cyrus was all but jumping around behind [member="Miss Blonde"] as she readied the troop for the raid. A sad, blue light lit up on the Surgeons mask, he wanted to kill everyone, but Blonde was right. They're no good to us dead.

Then the Dropship docked, the ramp lowered and Bang! Blonde stole the first kill. Instinctively, Cyrus pounced on a couple of 1%er Quarrens, stabbing each in the neck with a paralytic. They each froze in their frightened positions and collapsed. Unfolding a duffle bag, Cyrus emptied their belongings into it, datapad, keys, wallets and jewelry, all of it. Even the pocket crono clipped to the douche's lapel.

Like a rabid bunny, Cyrus pounced on another target, paralyzingly him and stealing his toys and money. Cyrus began to giggle from behind the mask, the first audible noise he'd ever made in public, it became a game to him. How far could he jump and catch a target? It was such fun. One guy had a hold out blaster which made Cyrus frown, for this man, he gave him a hallucinogenic and a paralytic, he'd be screaming and frozen for hours. Cyrus dismantled the blaster and tossed it aside, a younger rich boy tried to fight back, but the Surgeon pummeled him until he twitched. He'd learned Teras Kasi when he was young, and the deadly elbows and quick counters were far too much for a man who'd probably only ever hit a prostitute.

The ship was massive, even from just seeing this hall, how many more goodies could he snatch?? The light of Cyrus' mask turned a devilish orange, avarice showing through the mask.

 

[James Justice]

[Spoiler]

[SIZE=9pt]Astraea Armor[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]x2 434 DeathHammer Blaster Pistol[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]M.E.A.D. "Vader Swipe" Glove[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Phantom fingers[/SIZE]
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Now was the time of reckoning. It was time to redistribute the wealth from the filthy rich into the hands of the poor. That was what had brought James here. He had a city of mouths to feed, four cities to be specific. But wasn't James among the rich? Yes, yes he was. In fact he was more than proud of that. But he hadn't earned his wealth by crushing the life out of the poor and grinding them into nothing. He had gotten that making the poor great--and by stealing from bastards who did.

He stormed down the deck, gripping a DeathHammer in one hand and a black bag in the other hand. From behind his tinted visor the spacer glared, holding his bag out in a silent demand. The terrified snots didn't have to be told twice. As fast as they could each one he passed began to discard their valuables. One large man tossed his jewel encruted fob watch into the bag with his ring and gold chain necklace. Each piece was worth more than a small village. It made the spacer angry. Very angry.

"The pockets," James growled, "Empty ye cash."

"I don't have any," he barked back with contempt.

James didn't hesitate to pistol-whip the man's head harder than it had ever been hit before. A gasp went out among those around him as the blood began to trickle from his forehead onto the metal floor. James pulled out the wad of credits before moving on. The people he passed were even more eager to give up their belongings. James meant business and he had no problem showing it.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="Silas Miu"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Silas Miu]

Silas didn't wait for a reply from their blonde leader, instead deciding to download the schematics for the ship and start looking for any sort of vault or room in which the planets snobs might store their valuables.

One part of this decision was to just get himself away from the terrified screams of the rich, and another part was because he didn't want to have to join the others in collecting small trinkets. A ship this large and people that rich meant that there must have been some form of secure storage, as even the rich are tempted to steal. Some of them were only rich due to the credits and respect that they'd stolen over the years. 'The scum of the galaxy, thinking themselves to be the cream of the crop, as it were. Pathetic.' He thought to himself as he continued to turn corners, searching for the elusive vaults he so hoped were present.

He made sure to at least attempt to stay hidden and silent. His tall, lanky form darting from cover to cover, careful to try not to attract attention from any more potential guards. Though, he did have the ships internal turrets at the ready, in case he was discovered.

 

[Miss Blonde]

"Good work, kid." Blonde said to their new slicer for hire.

As for what was going on the floor, the group of criminals came out from the drop ship and started to help move things along by reliving the rich and powerful of their precious material possessions thus removing temptation from their path and letting them achieve a higher state of being. A few people had to be helped along with a pistol whip or beatdown or two but at the end of the day Blonde was fairly confident that they had throughly helped these people.

With their hacker in the security system they were able to send an all clear from their angle, however that wasn't going to stop people from coming in to check out the commotion. And with this being a massive ship it required a lot of people to crew it and protect it from raiders like herself. But luckily for her most of said space pirates weren't smart enough to bring a slicer with them to help control their defenses and turn them against them.

"Surgeon, tranq everyone here at the dropship. You boys stay back and use them as hostages to make sure our ship stays floating. Surgeon and Runner on me, we're headed for the security room, bound to be some good stuff in there." Blonde gave out her directions and it was about time to get moving.

On the comms she would start to hail her slicer who seemed to of advanced ahead of them. While mildly ambitious she didn't want anymore [member="Keira Ticon"] 's running around and straying from the plan. He'd be given a short talk to later, after all they were criminals not barbarians who cut off fingers for no reason. Well, at least Blonde wasn't. James and Cyrus not so much.

"New guy, get your stuff together and meet us at the first security room ahead of us. We've got a team of guards coming in a hundred meters to our right. Re route them on a little field trip." Sometimes being one of the bosses was pretty great.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Silas Miu"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Cyrus turned from the back of a knocked out aristocrat, his light glowed green in compliance. He made his way to each hostage and injected them with a tranquilizer that should keep them down for hours. As the last douche bag crumpled to the floor, Cyrus ran up to Blonde's side and looked to her. A flicker of green and blue showed up on the LED, a sign of him seeking approval.

As they walked, Cyrus kept a pistol at ready in his off hand. Just in case some unlucky security team stumbled upon Blonde. They'd get a .45 to the face and the leftovers would suffer a fate worse than death.


[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Silas Miu"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[Silas Miu]

Silas sighed as the blonde boss's voice cut through to him over the comms. 'Guess my exploration time is done.' he though to himself before answering her commands. "Yes, boss. Haven't picked up any movement from security patrols on my search yet, on my way to the rendezvous point now!"

Silas drew his heavy Blaster pistol and kept it at the ready. The security room the boss said to meet at was just 400 meters ahead. The sound of booted feet running across the metal floor brought him to full alert. He brought his Blaster up, aiming it at the entrance into the hallway from a nearby opening, and soon enough two security personnel appeared, donned in medium ceramic plate battle armor and wielding blaster rifles. Silas dove into the only cover he could find, which was behind a crumpled metal column as the newcomers fired. "Boss, I've got contact approximately 350 meters from the security office. There's only two of them, and their signals are jammed. Attempting to clear the area."

'How am I gonna get myself out of this one?' he thought to himself. He brought himself out of cover two or three times, each time firing at the two an average of three times. He clipped them both in opposite shoulders, then hit one of them twice in the chest.

The guard that got hit in the chest crumpled to the ground, scorch marks dotting his armor, and he lay unmoving. The other guard glanced at his fallen comrade, then focused his fire upon Silas' location. A stray shot hit, glancing off his left shoulder, near the base of his long neck. Pain shot through him, radiating throughout the area of effect.

"Son of a Aiwha!" He shouted in a combination of human and Kaminoan expletives. He grimaced through the pain and brought up his computer.

The guard had dragged his comrades body into the cover beyond the doorway from whence they came. After that, he'd taken cover in the doorway itself, giving Silas just the opportunity he needed. Accessing the security systems, Silas isolated the security runtimes needed to close the bulkhead that the guard was currently standing in. As he hit 'Execute' he heard a yelp followed by a muffled scream and a gurgling sound. "Party crashers are taken care of. Continuing to the security office." Silas said, gritting his teeth in pain.

 

[James Justice]

James quickly began to fall in line after [member="Miss Blonde"] towards the security room. The leather trench coat he wore over his armor squished with each brisk step. He was a crime lord after all; appearance and reputation were half the job alone. No one would take a criminal seriously if they weren't dripping in lethality and bloodlust.

Beings cowered out of their way as the trio drew closer to the security room. Some screeched and retreated into their rooms, locking the doors. As if that would have stopped them anyway. Others collapsed in a ball of tears, praying and pleading to their gods for mercy. As if that would have stopped them either.

A young man, late teens or early twenties moved out of the way, dropping the contents of his arms in front of the security room. He stooped low to scrounge his goods up.

James moved to the boy barking, "Move it. Now!"

"I'm grabbing my stuff you can wait!" he huffed.

The spacer glowered at this idiot. Chances were he spent his whole life having things handed to him. Chances were he hand never really worked a day in his life. James would bet a stack of credits this kid had never been out in his place before either. It was time to show him who is boss.

The Runner back fisted the young man into the wall, "I," his metal-clad hand came back around with haymaker, breaking his fragile jaw in two places, "Said," both of James' hands seized the rich snot's silken shirt, pulling his body into a gonad-shattering knee strike, "Move!" [\b]

The body fell into a sobbing, bloody mess and James opened the door for Miss Blonde. The spacer waved her ladies first. He was a brutal bruiser but he was a gentleman.
[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="Silas Miu"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

"You're so good to me." Blonde said sarcastically as she walked through the doorway with the Surgeon and a few other criminals.

"You're doing good Surgeon, just relax and stay on point." Blonde said as they proceeded ahead.

By the sounds of things their little slicer friend had run into some trouble. The sounds of blaster shots rang out ahead followed by breaking bones and dropping bodies. The guy could throw down and that was always needed in a operator. Whisper who was pretty much a pacifist wouldn't do what needed to be done at times and it was annoying, so at least having someone competent was good.

With security forces stuck behind blast doors the woman proceeded up to the security door of the office and started the processing of opening it. Hopefully there was something good in it. Drugs, guns, anything that they could sell on the black market. With her hired help by her side the various syndicate goons readied their bags for a standard snatch and dash.

"Alright guys, check your corners and watch your sides." Blonde pushed a few buttons on her wrist unit and the door slid open.

But what they saw wasn't treasure or money. What they saw was the same man she shot in the entry way standing half naked with two guns in their hands and fair amount of naked women lining various beds on the ground in a literal brothel of a room.

"MISS ME!?" the clearly drug addled man yelled out as he pointed his two pistols forward at the group of criminals.

Unleashing a barrage of bullets the man screamed out and the various prostitutes around the beds started to scream and rush off in various directions trying to escape what was going to turn into a crappy situation.

Taking a bullet on her armor's vest Blonde was flung backwards by the hit of .44 to the chest. With her back on the floor she took a deep breath and let out a few choked words.

"Shoot this Karker!!!" She yelled as she lifted up her pistol and started to discharge rounds at the man forcing him into cover.



[member="Silas Miu"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Silas Miu]

Silas hurried as fast as he could the rest of the way to the Security office, hearing the shots ring out. "Damn it, why did that mother-loving guard have to clip me?" He mumbled to himself, pulling up security feeds on his wrist-mounted computer. The holographic display showed the dick that the boss had shot upon arrival, half naked and dual wielding pistols while firing like a mad man. 'What the hell?' he thought, trying to figure out how that 'karker' could still be alive.

He finally rounded the last corner, slinking up to the corner of the doorway into that room. Peeking in, he could see [member="Miss Blonde"] and crew caught up in the confrontation. Taking a few pot-shots into the fray to cover his team in case they were still trying to find cover, Silas cursed their luck. Adrenaline surged through him as he brought up the ships security system from his computer again, inputting a few commands, which activated any nearby security droids and gave them new Friend-foe parameters. 'This should help' he thought, grinning to himself. "Got reinforcements heading this way, boss! This 'Karker' isn't going anywhere!" He yelled into the loud room.

[member="James Justice"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Cyrus scampered on ahead, looking for prizes to claim, and maybe a few hostages to take. Blonde was happy, so Cyrus was happy. It made him feel all warm inside, or was that the bloodlust? Either way.

Turning the corner, he heard the echoes of gunfire and a few broken bones. Then, the man they thought had been killed, chirped off something. It was probably just a sound echoing wrong off the walls, until he heard Blonde call for the man to be shot. Cyrus ran back and slammed a syringe into the crakheads temple, pumping it full of neurotoxins and anticoagulants, making the brain bleed until he died again.


Looking to Blonde, Surgeon tilted his head slightly, just as confused as the rest of the party he was certain.


[member="Silas Miu"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James didn't have time to react before the Surgeon bleed the fool to death. Only a fool would go against three armored and armed beings with a pair of pistols and underpants.

The spacer began grabbing and storing stolen goods from around the room. The prostitutes around the room scampered away for their life. James of course, being James, didn't have any qualms with catching more than a few peeks at the finer parts of these women. After all, he was James.

"Against the wall!" he shouted to them. "Over there. Now!"

They didn't dare disobey. Their master may have been a testosterone-filled fool but they wanted to live. The spacer stole a golden necklace off one of the brunetes, stuffing it in his pocket. He was keeping that for sure.

"What's the play here, Blonde?" James asked when the room was picked clean. "Your rodeo. Your gamebook."


[member="Cyrus Falcor"][member="Silas Miu"][member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Blonde coughed a few times as she slowly stood up and gathered herself from what exactly just happened. That had never happened to her before, shooting a man then seeing him come back to try and kill her. Miss Blonde honestly didn't know what to make of it, but one thing was for certain was that she owed her life to Cyrus who had swiftly taken down their assailant. She wished that he hadn't killed him so quickly, information would of been nice.

"Thanks Surgeon, I owe you one." she gave a thumbs up towards the man and walked into the brothel shooing the hookers away from her to go rally up with the others against the wall.

"Honestly, whatever the hell just happened I think it's best if we get off this ship. The Red Dress is inbound from Echoyla and it's job was provide fire support and drop our main force. But I think in this situation it's best to cut out losses and get ou-" Blonde paused for a moment as she looked up to hear the sound of a long mechanical beep of an intercom system.

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There it was, singing. The exact same voice of the two people she had presumed dead. Hell they were dead, his body was laying on the ground a few feet from her twitching from the surgeons toxins. But there he was, just singing on the intercom for a good minute before everything calmed down and he started to speak in his unique accent.

"You're all starting to get under my skin. Let's go on a trip, yeah?" He asked with a chuckle afterwards.

The next sound was something more deeply disturbing than anything she could of thought. It was the sound of engines powering on, turbines spinning, and the groan of metal moving. And that was exactly what was happening, movement. Outside the Black Tie ship found itself exploding into pieces by a few fighters launched from a nearby hanger, with the ship being blown into space dust their exit was gone.

But that's when things got better, looking out the window the lines of hyperspace started to form and Blonde's heart dropped and her gut sank at the sight. The ship was in working condition and they were moving to an unknown location. With the ship shooting off into hyperspace the woman looked over to her crew of criminals and thieves.

"This operation just changed. We need to take the bridge now, they have an isolated signal up there so don't bother hacking. It'd be like trying to slice a car. New guy I hope you can throw down because $&@# is about to get interest-" There was a bright flash of light and Blonde went flying backwards again slamming into a wall with a blaster bolt sizzling on the phrik plate.

"GOD DAMMIT STOP SHOOTING ME!!" She yelled as she picked herself up and scurried behind cover.

Behind them was another grim sight. Well over two dozen men were coming in through the front of the brothel and others were moving inside through other means. They were already engaged with a few security droids the slicer dug up, but for the most part It was up to them to fight their way out of the brothel and for the slicer to help keep the ships Defenses from killing them. Blonde had already received a copy of the ships schematics and she'd have to navigate their way up.

[member="Silas Miu"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[Silas Miu]

Silas cursed as the ship began to move. 'Come help Rob a derelict ship, they said. It'll be fun, they said,' he bitterly thought to himself, 'Well, it's a lot of fun now, ain't it.'

[member="Miss Blonde"] spoke to him, letting him know he had to step up to the plate and do his part. "Roger that." He said, beginning to fire shots at the incoming forces, who were already taking down a good chunk of their reinforcements.

About halfway through the first three minutes, the situation at least appeared to be under control for now. Silas brought up his holodisplay, bringing up camera feeds from all over the ship. A small group of three guards were making their way over to our position, hoping to reinforce their comrades, but, unluckily for them, they were running through a passage with an airlock, which he promptly opened for them. A small smile found its way to his face as he watched them flail as they were dragged into the void, but suddenly vanished when the security feeds disappeared. He attempted to bring them up again. Nothing. "Damn, they've got a slicer of their own, Blonde!" He shouted as he found a better source of cover and buckled down for a battle of control over the ships systems.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[Goran]

"GOD DAMMIT STOP SHOOTING ME!!" She yelled as she picked herself up and scurried behind cover.

"KARKING MAKE ME!"

Goran was not a happy Shard. A happy Shard didn't get sent to work brothels in an old, derelict carrier to see if the place could be salvaged. A happy Shard didn't spend all day pretending to be a harmless droid, serving drinks to the scum of the galaxy. A happy Shard didn't spend all night scrubbing up various organic fluids that inevitably resulted from intoxicated assholes trying to exchange currency for sex.

The Network had sent them out this way to scope out this wreck of a ship, to see if they might be able to salvage it for their purposes. In Goran's expert opinion, the best thing for it was a clear coat of plasma and a thermal detonator to set it off. The Network simply didn't have the resources to get it up and running in its original capacity.

Another twelve hours, and it would have been extraction. Twelve lousy, miserable hours, and it would be off this cursed hellhole.

But nooooo. Someone had to come and shoot up the place.

Bastards. Goran wanted to do that.

As soon as the gunfire had started, the Shard had made its way to its hidey hole, where it had stashed its twin T-21 repeaters. The specially modified blasters mounted to its dome on specialized hardpoints. They would allow it to track up and down, and traversing left to right was accomplished by the simple expedient of rotating its dome. Their power pack was mag-clamped to its back. Once the screaming had started, it rolled out into the brothel, mowing down patrons and employees with abandon, because-

"KARK YOU YOU FILTHY KARKING ORGANICS! JUST KARKING DIE ALREADY!"

It wasn't sure who the being that had managed to catch a bolt on armor was. Frankly, it didn't care. These filthy meatsacks were gonna learn today.

[member="Silas Miu"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Silas Miu]

Silas was so wrapped up in gaining control of the ships systems back that he didn't even register the arrival of the bloodthirsty droid. That is, until a few of its repeating blaster shots punched through the thin bit of cover he was in, singing his already damaged left shoulder and throwing him to the ground.

"Shit, my arm," he shouted in pain, his right arm flinging to his shoulder, "Where the hell did this thing come from?"

Silas dug his DL-44 out from its holster, firing a half dozen shots in the droids direction, a couple scoring glancing blows as he scrambled to find better cover to continue his beat down of the cyber punk who booted him from the system.

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Cyrus was about to turn and move out again when [member="Miss Blonde"] gave him a compliment, he squirmed with excitement inside his mask, but then shite went sideways. That damned voice again, then the surge of Hyperspace, then Blonde got blasted in the breastplate. Worry slammed into Cyrus' brain as Blonde was decked. Looking about quickly, he found the target he'd send to hell.

A freaking astrodroid. With repeaters and an awful attitude for such a, usually, pleasant droid.

Pulling his Type-8 Curoscanti Typewriter, he ducked behind an adjacent wall to the droid. Giving a breath, he turned and hammered down the trigger. .45 caliber rounds enveloped in plasma ripped through the close space towards the droid. It was be shredded by the high caliber and the energy envelopement would burn through the shell of the droid no problem. This would allow the large round to pulverize all of the intricacies of droid makers.

The light of The Surgeons mask was now glowing Crimson. This droid was seconds away from becoming his stool bin.

[member="Silas Miu"] [member="Goran"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="Silas Miu"]
[member="Goran"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

Over two dozen. James saw the mass of blaster touting goons surging towards them like sheep to the slaughter. The spacer cocked his head to the side with a grin under his Helmet, "Gods I love it when they think they can win."

Blasters blazing the spacer charged forward. Most of his shots missed, going wild in the torrent of rain like hell that he rained down on these common bastards. But the point wasn't as much to kill as it was to give him cover. A pair of goons took six shots through their chest, neck, leg, head and arms. The purge of fire converted them into a mass of blood and flesh.

James shoulder charged through another, slamming the body against the bulkhead. The man gripped at James' neck before the spacer sent him into the unlife with a squeeze of the trigger. A quartet of hands gripped James, pulling him away from the carcass. He instinctively brought his metal-covered left elbow up and in a jaw-shattering strike. It's aim was accurate enough, snapping the man's teeth shut on his tongue. A spray of blood hailed from the ivory teeth, stunning the man long enough for James to bring his pistol around in vicious strike.

The body fell and James felt himself rammed against the bulkhead. Fingers gripped around his throat as the spacer struggled to fight his way free.

 

[Silas Miu]

Silas executed a string of commands on his computer, sending the offending cyberpunk back to the netherworld, and sealing any backdoors and open ports behind him. After all, he had a reputation to build. "Back in control!" He cried with glee.

Security feeds popped back into view on his holodisplay, enemy comm signals were squashed and everything but the very isolated systems of the bridge were at his disposal. He felt in his element again. Calm, nothing to worry about as far as his network was concerned. Time to dish out some punishment. On one of the feeds he saw [member="James Justice"] obliterating the squad of goons making their way down the hallway. Most fell to the hail of fire he shot from his gun, another was forced to bite his own tongue off before being pistol whipped. But his luck turned when a mountain of a man, donned in classic Spec ops battle armor gripped James by the throat after body slamming him into a bulkhead.

Luckily for James, Silas was in control of everything in the area. Including the retractable turbo-laser turrets stored every ten bulkheads or so within these very hallways. A few commands and the nearest turret to James's location, approximately 8 meters away, dropped out of its housing, it's long barrel lining up its shot to the mans torso.

The shot was clean. The man had his right hand gripping James' throat, holding him a few inches off the ground so he could watch the life drain from his victims eyes. His vicious reverie was interrupted by the said shot, however, as it hit him in the right side of his chest. A smoking crater, however small, appeared in the armor almost instantly. The power behind the shot took him clean off his feet, straight into a bulkhead on the opposite wall.

Silas was glad he got back in control in time for that. However, a few guards rounded the corner nearest him, causing him to have a need for new cover. They began firing at him, scoring a few glancing shots, but he was able to hide his thin profile behind a bulkhead, leaning out occasionally to take shots inbetween their clips. He got one square in the chest, and the other he got in the hip.

'This turned into a right mess, didn't it's he mused to himself grimly, checking the security feeds to figure out the best way to the bridge.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Goran"] [member="Miss Blonde"]