Re: SPACE # 3
"That's funny," Roy mused aloud as he swapped magazines, noting he only had one left and then he was down to machine pistols. "I never knew Vampics had such humor."
He ducked behind the improvised metal barricade as Brooks blew his charges, then popped back out, ready to fire at anyone coming over the top of the mass of wounded or dead Vampics.
"Looks like they've thrown everyone they can find at us," he commented, spying a few of the dead who looked to be armed with galley implements. It made sense, if they'd sent their marine contingent to board the Hermes, they needed someone here, and with the apparent do-or-die nature of the situation, it likely didn't take much convincing to get the cooks and janitors to join the ranks, as the options looked to be either die fighting or just wait helplessly to die. It had to be pretty apparent, once the scope and scale of the attack became clear, that there was no chance that the Vampics were getting out of this...and he knew which option he'd take, if the positions were reversed.