James, clanking with his weaponry, a walking armory with no armor, began charging after Triter. While running he pressed his wrist comm, "Reed, lock her down. Anyone be stupid enough to try and get in, ye know what to do. Minimal damage."
There was a series of astromech beeps in reply. James added, 'And gimme HUD a layout of the vessel."
The spacer blinked twice, activating his HUD contacts, a gift from Blith Tech. Lights began to cover his cornea and to the viewer, he very well may have looked like a cyborg or android. Following Triter, the spacer let his vision go over the Liburn, giving each look and hallway a glance over.
It felt good to be doing this again. The spacer had found himself increasingly the businessman, having to be more responsible, going everywhere with an armed escort, or charging as part of an army, but this reckless abandon, this pure bliss of running headlong into danger with only two other men, well that was what he loved. It made him feel young and stupid again. He wasn't even middle aged yet, and he already felt middle-aged some days.
What a sad life.
A quartet of soldiers rounded the corner, through the Force James felt it a half a second before it happened. He raised his DeathHammer, holding down the trigger. A spray of blaster fire tore through them, some hitting, most not.
"Ha ha ha," he shouted in glee, "Take it ye fething fools! Take it!"
Looking away from the carnage he fell in behind Triter again, "Please tell me ye know where we are going, mate."
A plan was optional. Actually wasn't even prefered, but a destination was one thing that was needed.
[member="Triter Zone"]
[member="Sprint Kelly"]