Boom.
"Whoop! There it is!" Neskar smirked, and immediately leapt up from the captain's chair. It was the time of reckoning. He leant down close to the LED screen, glaring at the static with a small smirk on his face. The last thing he had seen through the eyes of the CCTV camera was a rather large explosion. Activating his radio, he inquired about the well-being of the marines, droids and defence emplacements near that door. After hearing the all-clear, albeit with a few major casualities, and most being rather shook with the close explosion, Neskar ordered them to move back from the debris, and begin firing into the smoke. That would buy him time, he noted. A cackling laugh came from Neskar, descending into a hapless guffaw. Crew-men turned and looked, by the time Neskar had recovered, they seemed rather perplexed.
"Have I really got to deal with this myself? Oh well.. kick the music, lads, I'm going in. Ah, don't you see? To think I was almost wishing for them to come through! Haha! I guess I got my wish now! Ah, I trust you'll all keep the helm here, correct? Also, deactivate the deadlocks for a single route from the bridge. With all luck, we can draw the intruders through thirty-six chambers of death. Good luck to you all."
It struck him as being rather inevitable however. Of course they were going to get through the door. Of course. Abruptly leaving the bridge, Neskar hurried to his quarters. If he forget this vital equipment, he'd knew he'd kick himself later in the day. And so, ysalamiri in tow, he sped to the armoury. A banquet of benevolently destructive weaponry with malice tied to them like a bow awaited him. It was past time, in his opinion. He should have dealt with the rodent problem long ago. A malevolent feeling fell on him. Time to choose. He chose his standard, as was the procedure; a CZ-836 assault rifle, accompanied with additional slugs already installed in the weapon, his Mandalorian Ripper, the trusty hand-cannon that tore through flesh like velvet. Next, the Gorgon web-rifle, that snared force users in electrifying web. His beskad, the foot and half long solid beskar machete, which had sliced through a dozen hundred in its lifetime. And may it sunder another today. Heavy stuff now. A CZ-837 slug-thrower LMG. Too heavy. Need to say mobile. So much so, Neskar placed the CZ-836 rifle on his back, above the Gorgon. The Beskad was strapped to his thigh, and his dual rippers were in waist holsters. The weight was bulky, but nothing more to be expected of open war. Instead of the LMG, he instead snatched a BTI-CES 'Retaliator' shotgun, designed to smash the enemy at close range with sheer concussive force. A beauty to behold.
Armed to the teeth, he prowled the hallways of the Jupirenity, as he took to calling it, and stomped to the nearest tram. He ordered it back online.
"Captain, sir, you gave or-" The acting commander there plead.
"And I'm giving orders now. Besides, kiddo, this is a one-way trip. Keep frosty."
Standing solitary on the tram, as it roared through the tubular tram system, endless arrays of neon lights illuminating Neskar's armour - an eerie glow to his already gloomy persona - all morphing into a single line of light, zipping past at monumental pace, a solemn feeling came across him. It would be a shame to die today. It would grant him honour - not to mention eternal rest - but still, he felt he had more to give than his previous 24 years had indicated. Twenty-four? It feels as if I have been for double that. Shaking away his doubts, he focused solely on his mission. To kill, and be killed. To stalk, slay and seek death. To stare death in the face, then obliterate it. Mand'ade forgive me, knowing his brothers in arms were amongst those invading the ship.
At least it shall be a fair fight.
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(feel the wroth of actual effort being put into things)