Tyrell comes running out of the kitchen holding a few sharp objects.
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Wilhelm moves and grabs up the pistol from under the nearby table. He turns and fires. The pirate is struck in the leg. "Fuck!" The man yells stumbling from the blaster.

Tyrell exits the kitchen at a run just as the second pirate rounds the corner. The second pirate is also wearing a gas mask and carrying a laser pistol. "I said stop moving!!" He takes aim and fires at the Tyrell striking him in the leg with a glancing laser bolt.

The initial pirate lobs a grenade at Wilhelm. But the grenade gets caught up in the legs of the table right in front of the pirate and goes off harmlessly only catching the pirate himself in the grenade plum of doze gas.

Tyrell ignores the pirate's orders as he yanks the safety pin of the extinguisher as he's moving towards Wilhelm with the knives.  Awkwardly shifting the blades to one hand so he can squeeze the extinguisher handle with the other, the young man does so in hopes that the white cloud will provide some cover from the pirate shooting at him.
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"Yeah, I'll fuck your corpse cunt!" Wilhelm replied menacingly as he shot at the pirate twice more.
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Wilhelm fires two blasts with the laser pistol hitting the first pirate (U) in his arm and leg. The man falls to the ground badly injured.

The other pirate (U2) fires at Tyrell again but the laser blast misses just before Tyrell sends a spray of the fire extinguisher foam at the pirate trying to blind him.

Badly injured the first pirate tosses his last doze grenade at Wilhelm and runs out of the galley back into the corridor. The grenade goes long and ricochets off the wall behind and to the left of Wilhelm again coming to rest in the middle of the room harmlessly.



OOC - Please PL your OOC info for each round. New round. Roll Initiative for this round. Roll your attacks and damage and roll initiative for the next round. There is no way to know how badly the foam affected the pirate but it should give him at least a penalty for the round.


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"Keep delaying him lad!" cried Wilhelm as he bolted after the pirate.

Tyrell doesn't have time to think as he sees Wilhelm run off in pursuit as the other pirate trying to drill a hole into him with a laser has his full attention.  His bigger and stronger cousins would always thump him when he was (usually) involuntarily drawn into what they called 'roughhousing' but Tyrell typically gave them a few bruises in return that gave them a moment's pause for a few days before the next 'prank' that went too far.  Despite himself Tyrell smiled at the memory of them complaining that Tyrell was too wiry and didn't 'fight fair' despite their advantages.

Pivoting, Tyrell drops the knives and extinguisher as he moves to tackle and grab the armed pirate.
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"Be damned! You are just going to get yourself killed!" The man bellows wiping the foam from his face and turning toward the other passengers trying to clear his vision. Tyrell charges the pirate (U2) tackling him and taking the man to the ground. The sudden surprise attack causes the man to lose the grip on his laser pistol which skids across the deck coming to rest a few feet away and out of reach.

Wilhelm moves quickly to the door and shoots the fleeing pirate in the back of the head killing him. The pirate collapses to the ground without a word.



OOC - New round. The laser pistol is 2 meters away toward the bottom of the map from Tyrell and U2. New rule: +10% when you charge into melee but can only make one attack.


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"I won't be a slave!" Tyrell yells in reply as he desperately holds on.

The deck plans of the Serena Dawn are posted in many places around the ship.

Note: For scale remember that the galley is about 30 meters long and about 10 meters wide. Currently you are in the galley.


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He could always keep his cool in a firefight. That is why they made him a Sergeant in the first place. But when he heard Tyrell's cry he couldn't help but rush to his aid levelling his gun at the surviving pirate who, to his surprise, was disarmed.
"Surrender and I will not blow your head off."

The man loosens his grip and raises his hands in surrender. "OK. OK, Dont shoot." He pleads.
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Satisfied that he wouldn't have another man's blood on his hands he speaks in a commanding voice. "Take off you mask, your grenades and your suit. Tyrell, get his pistol and search him." He then yells for the woman that was attending them during their meal. "Skye, get over here. We need your help."

Tyrell looks a bit wary but he releases his grip and backs away to the laser pistol, picking it up.  He passes the pistol to Wilhelm as he approaches the pirate again and searches him.

Tyrell strips the man of a fully charged powercell, a club and a gas mask.

Red lights begin flashing throughout the ship. Over the ships intercom comes a computerized Voice.

ALL HANDS EMERGENCY ALERT! ALL HANDS EMERGENCY ALERT! EXPLOSION REPORTED IN ENGINEERING. ALL HANDS EMERGENCY ALERT! ALL HANDS EMERGENCY ALERT! SECURITY VIOLATION ON BRIDGE. ALL HANDS EMERGENCY ALERT! ALL HANDS EMERGENCY ALERT! ALL HANDS SECURITY POSITIONS!
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Skye approaches fearfully. "Whats going on? The ship? Pirate? What are we going to do?"

"We have already taken engineering. You have no chance friend. Its just business. Nobody else needs to get hurt." the pirate says very calmly as he is searched.

"We are going to take Engineering back!" he speaks decisively and earnestly. He turns to address the other passengers. "Listen up, if they get us they are going to make slaves of the strong ones, organs of the weak ones, and cum dumpsters of the beautiful ones. They present themselves as omnipotent and efficient but truth be told two of us, unarmed killed one and captured another. We gotta take engineering back. Their only weapon is our fear. Overcome it and they will surrender like this pest here! I am going to take them on, even If I have to do it alone. And I might die but at least I'll die a free man and not a plaything to some filthy cunt!" He turns to Tyler. "You with me lad?"

A woman approached and leaned in looking the pirate over as Wilhelm gave his motivational speech.

"Who are you? What company do you work for? Why are your people in engineering?" She jabbed the pirate rather hard with her finger as she asked her questions. "There is plenty of seating and food to spare at the buffet. This was unnecessary."

"That sounds bad ...." she said to Wilhelm and stood back straight. "But I won't have you or anyone else running off and dying alone. I will go with you. Maybe we can find a peaceful resolution. He said himself no one else needs to get hurt. And I wouldn't want to risk them making a dumpster out of you."  She gave a flirty smirk.

The pirate has only a knife, club, spare powerclip and a bag full of high tensile flex cuffs (about 40). He is not wearing a skeinsuit and you all think he boarded with others travelling in steerage. The other guy as well looks like he could have been a passenger you saw boarding for steerage.

The man lays there on the ground with Wilhelm holding a blaster to his face. He glances at the woman. he smirks fearfully. "Names Greg. Greg Turnbow. Look in not a bad guy like he says. We dont do none of that. We dont work for no one, 'Ceptin Slagg. Captain Slagg he's our captain I suppose but we all get a vote."

Greg the pirate shrugs his shoulders innocently when Tyrell pulls the flex cuffs out.

"Who is working with you from the dawn's crew? And how many of you boarded? And where is that captain Slagg?"

Turning to the newcomer he askes. "Know how to shot a gun?"

"So you voted in favor of this Mr. Greg Turnbow? You voted to bring the cuffs??" Freya pulled out a pair and applied them securely to Mr. Turnbow's wrist. "Let's see how you like it."

Her eyes peeped up over the pirate's shoulder to respond to Wilhelm, "I am not a soldier but usually you just point and pull the trigger right? I might have one in luggage if we can get down there."

"You'll do fine if you are as competent with it as with the cuffs." His grin is playful but vanishes in a moment. "We should go to our quarters. I have a rifle in there." He approaches the body of the fallen guard and looks for anything of interest.

Freya walked the pirate over to the crowd huddled on the far side of the room for supervision. If for some reason they are too scared to manage him, she will cuff an ankle to a buffet table leg. Along with provide him a chair and glass of water...with a straw.


She came back over to where Wilhem and Tyrell were. "How did you get a rifle ... in your quarters?" she whispered on the down low. "They nearly took my tonsils when I came on board."