Hunting Pirates (OPEN)

[RC 212]

SPACE

OUTBACK TERRITORRY

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A gas hauler freighter drifted through the black, armor plating reflecting the sheen of a nearby sun. For a second it stalled and then reversed course, moving up next to an even larger vessel. Preliminary scans would show it as a Venator, painted black and bristling with all manner of weapons pointing from her hulls.

This particular Venator was the source of a distress signal from his kidnapped sister, Cait Sandusky, as well as several other prisoners

An airlock whooshed open, and heavy boots struck a steady beat on the deckplates. Then another set of doors whooshed open, and the Pirates found themselves facing none other than their most hated nemesis.

Nathan Sandusky.

He lit a cigar, striking a match and setting flame to the end before flicking it.

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"You boys weren't expecting company I take it?"​

The first pirate, clad in rebar and welded metal plates frowned.

"This is the last time you ever set foot aboard a Blazing Chains ship Sandusky. You're karking finished. Seize him!"

From beneath his Red Beret Nathans eye brows furrowed, and he dropped a gloved hand, drawing his giant Heavy Pistol. It came up and out, his elbow extended locing out and he smiled.

"Not today boys....not today!"​

*CRACK-CRACK-CRACK*

Flashes from the muzzle fire lit the cramped corridor. Blood sprayed backwards as pieces of flesh were blasted away. The other two took aim, and he shifted his feet, sidestepping then firing again. Another body hit the deck.

The last one ran......

 

[Formorta]

(ooc this actually happened in a earlier rp)

Cait Sandusky, the name was something that stuck with her seeing that was the name of the person who had taught Formorta to pilot a star-fighter. When she picked up a distress call that Cait had sent she view this as a chase to return a favor, though the pilot lesson was free, she wasn't one to be indebted to others, just in-case.

Coming into view of the pirate venator she made sure to pilot carefully trying to not alert them to the incoming ship, though it looked as if they where distracted at the moment due to another craft docked at one of the airlocks. Using the chase she flew the ship to another airlock before docking quietly. Once secure she used her tech nohow and come 'unconventional' devices to remove the door, the door blew off but did not make a sound, her sheath equipment muffling most of it, besides any sound would have been covered up by what she assumed to be lazer fire coming from near by.

She put on her mask and cloak, proceeding to make her way into the ship being as stealthy as possible, "lets see if we can't pinpoint that distress call".

 

[Darth Abyss]

Pirate Hunter. The thought alone amused Abyss. Word traveled quickly through the channels of the underworld, so he had already heard about a man called himself [member="Nathan Sandusky"] that had brought down more than one corsair that traveled through the endless emptiness. If this man knew that there were far worse things lurking in the darkest corners of space than heavily armed lowlifes on half derelict ships than he might would've picked another title than Pirate Hunter, one that didn't sounded like a challenge aimed at beings better not challenged by fragile little insects like men.

From a distance the Eldritch, a ship to most only known as the bane of the black sea, had watched the encounter, the two ships docking with each other while the cursed vessel of the equally cursed pirate king waited below the shadows, hidden under a cloak of darkness that obscured it from sensors and sight. The all seeing eye of the Prophet didn't needed to know the man to see him, his hand was endless, it reached through the darkness by wicked, arcane arts that escaped the comprehension of human minds.

Like the shadow that commanded it the ship began to traverse through the emptiness, a silent, patient killer that struck his prey when it least expected it. Abyss cared little about the other pirates already locked in combat with the Pirate Hunter. The Eldritch had risen to one of the most notorious pirate vessels because it knew neither friend nor foe, only new plunder to pillage from the cold hands of broken corpses.

The empty husk stood alone at the oversized airlock of his ship, while the Eldritch slowly drifted above the two other vessels. Normally he brought a boarding crew with him, cybernetically enhanced elite soldiers trained for combat in space and inside of ships, but this Hunter's soul was his to claim. The Mindeater had long risen above humanity, an eldritch entity composed entirely out of rusty metal and twisted magic, with talons instead of hands, with a deranged wooden mask for a face, and empty darkness instead of flesh to keep it all together.

From one moment to another the ship emerged from the shadows, revealing the bizarre, partly pyramid shaped vessel just long enough to release the Mindeater into the endlessness. The husk descended down towards the other ships at rapid speed, while the Eldritch awoke a firework of digital and electrical noise to jam any nearby sensors while the cloaking device powered up again. Others needed tools to travel through the emptiness, but there were few places were Abyss felt as at home than in the darkness of space.

In his left rested his staff, the Veilcutter. The hollow eye sockets of the skull, attached to a chain on top of the arcane artifact, began to glow in a ghostly green as the husk came closer and closer towards the hull of his target. Despite the lack of air his otherworldly voice echoed around him, a noise that defied the laws of reality and existed on an entirely different plane of existence.

"Fe've ir armijio mazo tolus, dotacij nun ana pro tave shiris iv tave guduma." ("Near and yet so far, grant me passage through the realm of the dead")

The veil that departed the dead from the living lifted for just a second, a odd sensation of dread summoned by this act that could be barely fathomed by those still bound by the chains of this realm that could even felt by those not gifted with the cursed blessing of the force. There might was a metal hull that stood between the Mindeater and his prey in this part of reality, but not in the nether.

Moments later the veil lifted a second time, releasing the sith lord into the inside of the ship, right where the two dead pirates had found their eternal end. A grotesque noise blasted through the room, a laugh so utterly inhuman that men lacked the words to describe it. The empty eyes of the husk locked on to the Pirate hunter, the staff still clasped between the fingers of his left claw as the entity raised his ghostly voice, even the strange nature of it unable to hide the sarcasm in it.

"Impressive. Care to prove your skills against a true pirate, little insect?"

[member="Formorta"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Formorta"] [member="Darth Abyss"]

Nathan glanced down at his armband, checking why it was ringing incessantly. A new ship had docked, sending his scanners into a frenzy. But he was not here without backup of his own. From behind him a few loyal crewmen emerged, and a band of Mercenaries that called themselves, The Laughing Skulls.

"Nice entry bro. Want us to clean up the rest?"

Nathan let a plume of smoke vent from his nostrils as he inspected the damage. His pistol was an older model, cobbled together out of slvaged parts that spit spiked slugs instead of regular ones.

"Naw. Just keep 'em out of the ship. I'll call ya if it gets dicey."

The black armored mercs spread out, covering a corner each.

He flipped open the revolver cylinder with a thumb, and inserted six fresh rounds.

Then it came to the high ready, and he flicked his wrist, snapping it closed with momentum.

That was when the infernal Abyss broke his concentration. Both eyebrows rose at the man's challenge. Bone, flesh, wood and talons.

"Oh my..... if it isn't the Pirate Pig Abyss....Yes I've heard of you fella' but only legends. Tell me, what interest do you have in fighting me? Right now you stand between my Sister and her salvation."

He lowered the pistol, slipping a gloved finger into the trigger guard.

Another plume of smoke burst forth from his nostrils like a dragon breathing fire. It mixed a shady blue in the dim red lights.

"And that my friend, is a Very. Dangerous. Position."​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darth Abyss"]

ON THE BRIDGE!​

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"Who is this scum that dares defile my ship!"​

"Cap'n we have a report. Hold on.....it's him."

Orange goggles flashed iridescent on the gloomy bridge. The servos of Jax Arnors power armor whirred and whined as he moved across the deck to survey the camera screens. They were hauling lots and lots of prisoners, but one in particular was of great interest to him. Of course, she had no idea she was just bait in a larger scheme.

A scheme by the Blazing Chains to stop a certain Nathan Sandusky and compnay from uncovering their plot, to release remnants of the Dark Harvest Virus in the Galactic Core in an epic terrorist attack.

"Ahhhh Nathan Sandusky. And this other in the hall with him?"

"Captain Abyss, legend has it."

He frowned, baring his teeth in a snarl.

"Damn it, we can't just be letting another Captain on without a warm welcome. Serg, send some boys down there with chain swords. Let's see how Sandusky and the legend handle getting their flesh and limbs sawed off bit by bit."

[member="Formorta"]

"Cap'n we got another problem, some kinda masked vigilante just docked on our port side."

"No concern, activate the turrets in that zone. Let's see how quickly she can react to bullets eh? Oh just to be safe feth it. RELEASE THE DROIDEKAS!"

Yes all aboard this little venture were gonna find themselves in a sore position indeed. Once Nathan was killed or disposed of, they could dump Cait back into the Slavers pens of Kessel. He reckoned she'd fetch a fair price. Plus Admiral Karsk the Greater would be very pleased of his dealing with the situation.

 

[Formorta]

The scrambling wave sent out by [member="Darth Abyss"] put all her always equipment on e fritz, so as a result she wasn't surprised when the sentry turrets started shooting at her all of a sudden. Crouching down backwards in a ball she left her mandolorian leg armor soak up the damage before retreating around a corner. "Well there goes stealth" she reached into one of her pouches and pulled out an ion detonator sending it towards the turrets shutting them down for a few seconds. She started to make her way down the hall shooting at them with her blaster getting rid of them for good.

"Okay looks like where in the.... dammit" she heard the distinct rolling noise of the destroyer droids coming, seeing them in the distance conning to a stop, deploying and shorting at her. She dove back around a corner unslinging her APAR, "this is gonna be loud", she pointed in back towards the corner an as soon as the droids came into view she let loose a .57 cal round. The slug sliced thrift their amour making them fall over without their artificial brain, looking down at her equipment most of it seemed to be working again, reactive in general her sound spenders and cloaking field she started making her way further into th ship.

[member="GM Opposition."]
[member="Nathan Sandusky"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Only my friends call me Abyss. Insects should call me the Mindeater, if only to remind them what a grave mistake it is to threaten me."

The husk stood motionless, unfazed by the words of the self proclaimed Pirate Hunter. Not even the mechanical jaw moved as he spoke, the words summoned by a power that had nothing to do with the way insects used to communicate with each other. Then slowly his right wandered inside his robe, reaching for a small clay pipe shaped like the head of a dragon. His strange jaw opened, revealing the emptiness below, before closing again to lock the small object between his sharp, and quite poisonous metal teeth. The pipe lit up by itself, the arcane runes engraved into it glowing in crimson red. The smoke was as otherworldly as the entity himself, the unpleasant smell of Korriban incense filling the room with a vibrant hint of dark and forbidden magic.

"Now listen "Pirate Hunter". I care not for you or your sister, at least not on a personal level. You made it your duty to hunt my kind, which I obviously do not appreciate. Therefore I deemed preemptively erasing you from existence before you ever accidentally cross my path through the emptiness a wise decision."

From his belt the hilt of his crimson saber was pulled into his right, the blade jumping to live once it meet the cold metal of his hand. There was another laugh, again shattering what little was left of reality in the presence of the Mindeater. The eldritch husk seemed to tower inside the room, his aura strong enough to even affect those that lacked any real link the the supernatural energy field that had granted him his almost god like powers. He allowed his weapon to hang loosely on his side, threatening but not yet raised to open up a fight which only Abyss would survive.

"Yet I am not without mercy. I will forget your heresy and disrespect. For the right price of course. Your ship would be adequate, at least for now."

Suddenly he felt something in the back of his mind, a warning granted to him through the force. Several men, common pirates as far as he could tell, began to make their way towards them, and their intent was clear. How foolish of them to ignore the legends told about him, because other than with most pirate tales almost all of them were true. They wouldn't just leave their live, they would lose everything. Their thoughts, their emotions and memories until nothing would be left but a shell as hollow inside as himself.

"It seems like we will have guests soon. Maybe we should continue this nice little chat once I consumed them and banished their souls into the endless void within me."

Without spending a second thought on [member="Nathan Sandusky"] the husk turned around, facing the nearest entrance. He was ready for them, but they sure as the nether weren't ready for him.

[member="Formorta"] [member="GM Opposition."]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darth Abyss"]

THE PIRATE VESSEL
SOME HALLWAY!

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"Hmmph. You don't scare me Abyss, the Mindeater. In fact not even Reavers could...."

He sensed it before he saw it and grunted. There was something deathly amiss here. His Heavy Pistol snapped down, both hands gripping the grip. He had a choice here. Pre-emptively erase Abyss with a well placed double tap to the back of the head, or dispatch the Pirates roaring bloody murder down the hall.

And what the kark did they have?

"Chainswords? How crude."

He decided against it. The Pirates were a liability, and facing two enemies at once was rather unwise. Though he did hunger for a shot at a great prize.

"Very well. Let's deal with this first then."

His cigarette had burned down to a stub and he spat it out as one eye squinted beneath his Beret.

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*BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!*​

A Pirate did drop, heavy metal rounds smashing right through his flimsy armor. A few of them knocked him back, and the final spike from the revolver pinned him to the wall. Long enough for Nathan to line up the head shot and grin.

"Nighty night."

He squeezed the trigger again.

The hallway had a brand new decoration.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Formorta"] [member="Darth Abyss"]

THE BRIDGE!​

https://youtu.be/lXvzxOOCXg4​

"Have they engaged yet!"

"Yes and well.... it's..."

"Speak up!"

"It's bad. The masked girl got through the turrets easy captain and well. Nathan and the other one this...Abyss are killing our swordsmen."

"InCompetence! Disgusting Incompetence! Rarrghhhh!!!!!"

He reached down and ripped off the crewmans head, flinging the bloody thing into the bulkhead so hard it exploded in a rain of blood, brain and bone.

"Next, you! You're my second now. Release the heavier hitters. There is still 300 Meters of ship between them an us. And if they get to the Brigg, void help you. Void's help us all. I'll release em!!!!!!"

"Release what Cap'n?" The new commander said, trembling in his boots.

"None of your fething business. Cut her off with Particle and ray shields, that'll take a while for her to figure out. As for the Abyss situation. Send the Bruisers."

"Aye!"

Somewhere on the ship a pair of doors disengaged their magnetic locks and whooshed open. Two hulking pieces of flesh and pure muscle stepped forwards, each clad in starship plating and Zilo Beast scales, which had a unique ability to resist lightsabers and lesser weapons. In their hands were literally the burnt out fuselages of two Z-96 Headhunters. They were adorned with large jagged razor metal.

Lethal clubs.

They lumbered forth, but they'd take a while to get there.

Jax rubbed his hands together, Exo Suit whirring.

This was gonna be good....

 

[The Major]

A wide, sardonic grin creaks across a woman’s face as her datapad flashes a warning. Another detachment of pirates sent to investigate the entrance of multiple intrusions into the vessel just flat lined, and only a few moments later the EKG readers of some of the other squads met same fate. As more of the pirates succumbed to spiking pulse rates the program malfunctioned and the datapad froze. After a few cycles it picked up the feed and - dead!

“Verdammt,” she muttered, while bristling at the idea of her own laziness.

Captain Jax had hired this woman to provide his crew with sensors that detected if and when his staff would falter -having anticipated some kind of raid on his vessel. Hiring this splicer on the cheap didn’t exactly provide her with the incentive to put much effort into programing this system. It didn’t matter, she would have still stiffed him on this job regardless. It was never the intention to serve on this vessel without an ulterior motive. . . the prisoners.

She swiftly abandoned her post and moved deeper into the station, ready to draw a modified hold out blaster secured within her jacket if anyone suspected she was turning traitor. Her mind reaching a tough edge, she was prepared to blast anyone stupid enough challenge her progress towards the detention cells. In her left hand what appeared to be a large antique slugthrower jostled and clicked as she scuttled discreetly through various passages. Time was of utmost importance. Tarrying too long might mean the demise of the prisoners once the pirates turned their blasters and saws upon them. The raiders on the vessel could possibly do the same. They could be a rival crew of slavers. Who knew?

Invigorated with fresh purpose, she turns into another corridor.

[member="GM Opposition."]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Difi is toka, Nu buti nenx vel us zo Dvasia." ("Shrouded in smoke, I am not more than a Ghost")

What before only had been a crimson glow was now a brilliant red, the runes on his pipe going ablaze as the twisted spell, empowered by the ancient language of the sith, channeled the dark side through the small artifact.

What before had been a thin fog suddenly grew rapidly in size and thickness, until the Mindeater was swallowed by smoke while following [member="Nathan Sandusky"] to join the killing. Only the dim red of his saber marked the position of the eldritch being within the blinding mist.

Then something emerged from the thick, black smoke, but it was not the hollow figure of the Mindeater. Instead it was a slender, almost humanoid shaped creature, with a myriad of tentacles growing out of its sickly pale skin. It didn't walked, like a ghost it instead levitated through the hallway. Abyss familiar was quite alike its creator, like the sith lord it hungered, it desired to consume, even without the link into the mind of the Mindeater. Before the pirates even had a chance to lift their weapons against this new foe the creature released a mind numbing, telepathic scream that felt like a million needles piercing through their heads. Slowly its long talons reached for the nearest pirate, the sharp teeth only inches away from the man's head. Once the pale hand touched the skin of his head his body began to spasm, his eyes rolled back and his nose began to bleed. Then he dropped to the ground, still breathing but with no mind left to command his body.

After the first fell to the might of Abyss creation, the sith lord himself was revealed from the dark smoke that had shrouded him. With ease his saber deflected a shot fired in panic by one of the remaining adversaries as the Prophet closed in on his position. The man raised his chain sword, but it was a meaningless effort. His saber came down from his right, to catch of the sawsword before it would reach him. At the same time he placed momentum into the staff in his left, swinging the skull on the chain at the head of his enemy. What from the outside seemed like a nothing more than a piece of bone was in truth an elaborate arcane weapon, powerful as channeler for spells and as a tool for close ranged combat. The spell placed upon the skull amplified the kinetic energy of the strike, and once bone meet flesh there was a rather unpleasant sound, the neck of his foe shattered by the impact. Unimpressed he continued his path, slow, controlled and absolutely soundless steps that carried his threatening presence through the ship.

"Who is next?"

The corsair closest to him dropped his weapons, looking at the path behind him with clear panic. Running from this fight would probably be punished by death, but fighting would mean his end as well. The man hadn't decided yet when Abyss reached him, releasing him from the struggle of free decisions by simply cutting him in half with his blade, a fate fitting for a coward. From a distance he could feel a greater threat coming his way, near yet still out of his reach. The blade retreated into the hilt in his right, as Abyss got ready to approach that problem with a more elegant solution.

"I see."

The words echoed for a moment, the the husk was suddenly gone, merely a odd hint in the way the light broke around him. Strength meant nothing if you couldn't see your enemy, and without a heartbeat, a heart or a real body not even scanners could do much to locate him inside a ship mainly composed of a similar material then the worldy conduit he used to haunt the living.

[member="GM Opposition."]

 

[RC 212]

THE BRIGG!

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It was cold here. Really cold. They'd taken her on a run to Sullust and destroyed her convoy. She was one of the last left, besides her first mate and a few other crewmen from some of the other ice haulers. This brigg was hell in the stars. Damp, cramped a cold. Some of the crewmen had come down with the the spacers cough.

She cared for them the best she could and scratched the days of captivity on the walls with a stray bolt.

They had all been stripped of their clothing, and weapons. They were in rags, dirty, tired, hungry, thirsty and nearly broken.

Cait had fought plenty of combat missions in her N1 as part of the Royal Naboo Defence Force. Even more as a Royal Naboo Marine. But no amount of battle, nor suffering had prepared her for this type of desolation. She broke, rattling the bars and screaming.

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH."​

It was raw rage, burning her throat, bringing tears to her cheeks.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darth Abyss"]

PIRATE VESSEL!
SOME HALLWAY!

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Upon seeing the Mindeater in action Nathan grinned. He was gonna be a handful to defeat for sure, and that mace or was it morning-star? That was a real sweet touch. Still they had other things to attend to, though the desire to turn his weapon on Abyss was beginning to win over. For a second he wondered who's side was he really on?

Were they friends by combat against a mutual enemy? Or would Abyss strike at the oppurtune moment to take Nathan out.

Either way he wasn't about to find out.

He produced another Cigarette and struck a match one handed, lighting it before he tossed it away.

Then he aimed at the back of Abyss' head, both hands wrapped around the Revolver.

"Still doesn’t change much between us eh bub?"

Her puffed, releasing more stikcy blue smoke.

"I'm not here for you. I'm here for Cait. But my question is, are you gonna stop me? Are you gonna turn on me? Cuz if you are, we might as well settle this now before whatever hells of the void stumble down that there hall."

 

[RC 212]

[member="The Major"]

THE BRIDGE!

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"What is she doing? She's not authorized there!"

"Uhhhh...."

"So stop her fools!"

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Two guards sprinted down the hallway, carrying meat cleavers and cobbled together pistols. As they ran the Major came into sight and they growled, one of them jingling his bone necklace and pointing to her with crude claws, made of steel melded to flesh.

"What are you doing girl! You're not allowed down here!"

 

[Formorta]

She dropped down from he roof after some crew embers with chain swords went past, she didn't really care who they were after, as long as it wasn't her. With the stealth equipment in play as well as her, 'versatile' body, sneaking around the ship proved easy. "i should;t get to sure of myself, if these pirtates are anything their resourceful, i wouldn't be surprised if the had raptors or some monster on broad in-case of a large boarding party.

Looking at her motion senors she picked up two massive bodies closing in slwoly on her and the others location, "what in the hell are those, Rancors?" She loaded another round into her APAR, "well that's why i got this thin made, specifically fro big target, though i still better keep to the shadows, no point in trying to engage if i can't handle them, ill see who they go for first if i can sneak around ill do that". She started to tiptoe back down the hallway her body nothing more than a shimmer as the cloaking field reengaged.

 

[The Major]

The splicer makes a purely astonished face and "O" with her mouth as a pair of goons menace her with halitosis and gangrene hands. If there was more time, she probably would have tried a ruse to keep her cover.

Instead, she offers a half shrug and some deft sleight of hand . . .

*!CLINK!*

. . . and kicks over a primed frag grenade to the fellas.

She ducks behind a bulkhead before the explosion.

 

[Douge]

Douge woke up by the annoying alarm of the ship announcing to prepare for combat. He slept almost whole trip, going out from the quarters to eat and use toilet.
It was his first time fighting in space,in a ship by ship combat. And when the fight started, he realized that it was difficult for him.
His large body can't move properly on the tight space of the hallway. He doesn't have any range weapon to fire to and only have a large pipe as a weapon and his trusty armor.
All he could do was camp by the corner and wait for anyone to come into his range.
But this was not his style of combat, he was Douge, and Douge fights at the front lines, attracting all the focus of the enemy into him. So he thought of a way.

He found a Steel door that was blasted by the fight. Douge grabbed the door and held it on his side like a shield. And when he was on a position, He chargged his way through to the hallway, Like an enrage elephant ramming in. He hits four enemies on the way.
When he stopped, he found himself surrounded by the enemy, gun pointed at him. With a deep breathe, Douge grabbed the door by its side, and Spins heavily, hitting the ones who are near him. The ones who are far started shooting at him hitting some of his body parts, but Douge didn't even flinched and switch the door to a shield position. Douge then assess the room he rammed into, waiting for his allies to back him up.

 

[Lief]

Onboard the Venator​

Inside the Brig​

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Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Rolling over, the steady droplets fell against the ground; one hand lifted to wipe the tiny streaks of water from her face, but within a moment the slanted ground of her cell brought further trickles toward her. Lay there, on the durasteel ground, Kyra could not help but chuckle at the ludicrous state she was in. For decades now she had roamed these parts without interference, and before that she had done the reaving herself. Yet here she was, caught within the brig of some pirate vessel, with naught save rags to keep the fierce cold from her skin. Her weapons were Hutt knew where, and the gear she had deftly collected over the years was likewise in some mystery location.

If she didn't laugh, she'd cry. Maybe. Not likely, that wasn't something she frequently did.

Where she was going to end up was anyone's guess. If these happened to be the slaver type, she'd be done for. Broken of her spirit and made to serve some overweight hog for the rest of eternity. If they weren't, perhaps they hoped they could get a ransom out of her. The joke was on them, Kyra didn't know anyone of note. She was a nobody. They'd gain nothing from her.

Whatever the reason, it seemed she was not the only one to have been taken. Just a few cells down, separated by heavy walls that meant she had no idea exactly who it was, or what state they were in, signs of life had made themselves known. Namely screams of frustration. With a groan she rolled over once again only to smack straight into the wall. Such a small cell, two rolls and you were done, it seemed. She rubbed her nose, wrinkled it, and slowly moved to sit. No bunk to be seen, no latrine, honestly this was worse conditions than even her cargo was made to be in, and her cargo was decidedly inanimate.

Perhaps this was what she got for rushing away from Ein the moment the storm gave way. If she had stuck around for a little while longer she might have avoided the reavers. But no, she simply had to get back to the skies in her lame ship. Really, her Bucket needed to be fixed. Properly, not just a hack job. If I ever see her again.

Oh, she would see her again... One way or another, she would get her ship back.

For now though, she pressed her back against the wall and tapped her foot. Days had passed by already, it didn't bear thinking how much longer it might take before she got a taste of water again. Her throat was parched... But she wasn't about to yell and garner their attention. She knew what happened to captives who were too vocal, she had seen it first hand in her youth. No sense in wasting her energy.

At least they have things to remember me by, a few nice scars to their ugly mugs. A slight grin twitched at her lips to that thought... Can't say I went down without a fight.

[member="Cait Sandusky"] [member="Nathan Sandusky"] [member="GM Opposition."]

 

[RC 212]

ON BOARD THE BRIDGE!

[member="Formorta"]

"Seems like the masked woman disappeared. The Bruisers are making their way to Sandusky and company."

Jax snorted, readjusting his flight goggles and grinning.

"Good! Release the hounds. See if those find her. Have we locked down the halls with the particle shields yet?"

"Ya. She ain't goin' anywhere."

[member="Douge"]

another matter caught his attention. One mad dasher through the halls. Jax watched with an interst as he smashed through guards and buccaneers with that door of his.

"A shield tactic eh? Offer that man a hefty bonus to fight for us. I'd like to see Sandusky and company go against that!"

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[member="The Major"]

When the grenade dropped the pirate pointing at her growled. But his buddy screwed him over. In a tick the second one ran up and kicked it back towards the woman right before it detonated. With it so close he grabbed his pal by the straps of his metal plate armor and shoved him forwards, sliding in behind him.

The detonation ripped the corridor apart, blasting bolts, red hot razor steel shrapnel, and other random odds and ends like a hurricane around the tight space. The first pirate was dead, and the second leaned into him, using him as cover.

"Now you done it girl!"

A Slug thrower pistol was slid under the meat shields left arm, and began to fire, spitting a stream of heavy .45 caliber slugs towards the turncoat.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kyra Sol"]

IN THE BRIGG W/ [member="Kyra Sol"]

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She was tired out from screaming. This time the guards hadn't come as they had so many times to tazer her into oblivion. That left the possibility of two things. either they had given up, or they were preoccupied. She put her ear to the steel bulkhead, listening as close as she could. She licked her chapped lips, tasting blood scabbed over from an earlier fight.

*Boom!* *clink*​

She could hear things going on.

Her heart skipped a beat. She stopped breathing and dared not to hope against hope. Had someone gotten her message? Were they coming!

No no no. First rule of a prisoner situation. Remain calm. Second rule, resist, Third rule, escape.​

"Yes escape."

She knew there was others in here a few rows down. Not her guys, but other captives.

She needed to hatch a plan.

"Hello! Hello! Anyone else!"