EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ THE EMERGENCY SHUTTLE BAY & THE SCYLLA

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The emergency shuttle bay & The Scylla
WARNINGS: Potential disturbing themes.
SUMMARY: Exploration and salvage of the Scylla and the emergency shuttle bay it's docked onto.
NOTES: April 28 onwards.

An emergency shuttle bay is found tucked away above the 50th passenger floor; holding only two transport shuttles and a network console, it contains the final evidence of the pirates' work. Here, large amounts of the equipment and items they looted from the Tranquility are piled up: some waiting, some already packed up into storage crates for transport onto the Scylla— and some, though not much, already stored away on board. How they came aboard is made clear now by the two holes cut through the metal of the hull-side wall— the openings connect to docking tubes, which provide an easy route onto the Scylla herself. On the wall above is a message left in red: MAKE IT QUICK... And with the jump fast approaching, it might be best to take heed...

Comments

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Yeah, well, when a coward like you doesn't show his face for so long, how's he supposed to know it?" Not that that was how it worked, of course, but he did want to know where - and why - Jack had been hiding all this time.

When he peered back out, ready to fire, Jack was nowhere to be seen. There weren't any obvious hiding places either, though admittedly he'd only had a glance, but he knew the man had that cloaking shield and how he loved to use it. With that in mind he swapped to the Volcano, figuring the cloud of flame that ignited around each bullet might have a better chance of searing off that shield, wherever he was. "You got two seconds to turn that damn cloak off, or I'm gonna start shootin' all your fancy equipment in here," he threatened, then leaned out again to fire at where he'd seen Jack last.

[handsomejack]

As Mordecai shot towards him, Jack rolled out of the way, kicking his duffel bag away. "Oh ho ho!" He let out a laugh. "Look at you, making demands. 'Ol Kentucky Fried down in birdy hell must be so proud." He reached in his pocket pressing a button on his device- causing some select items around the room to disappear as he changed his position, taking aim himself.

"I got what I wanted. Shooting some of this fancy equipment? That's just a death wish." He grinned, turning a dial on his shield. The cloak went down and three Jacks manifested themselves, all aiming. "Not that picking a fight right here right now isn't." Two Jacks started to shoot, and the third worked to weave ahead through the crossfire.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"You shot first, pendejo, don't blame it on me," he growled - though obviously had Jack not taken the first shot, he would have done so within a fraction of a second afterward.

This exact scenario, unfortunately, was probably the only one in which he felt he didn't have an obvious upper hand. Usually he had the element of surprise and the advantage of distance, and a bird who knew just what to do couldn't hurt. Instead he was outnumbered in close quarters, and more concerned for Mijo's health than he was used to having to be. A couple hip-shots from the rifle got rid of the fake doubles quickly, but his shield had sustained a few direct hits, and when one bullet actually managed to graze his side, he had to take cover again and begin that painful wait for the recharge delay. Jack could just create more doubles, though. He wasn't sure how that aspect of the man's shield worked - what was the cooldown? Was there a limit to how often or how many? Without any ability to predict it, he was torn between his usual cautious fighting style and one that might end things quicker, even if he took a shot or two in the process. As long as Jack was dead by the end and he wasn't, he didn't really care how many bullets he had to take.

But for now he forced himself to wait a few seconds. He'd already waited weeks, after all.

[handsomejack]

Mordecai, unfortunately, was too good a shot. He made quick work of the doubles, and Jack didn't want to deplete the energy on his shield and make himself too vulnerable by making more right away. Managing to cut the distance between them, and while Mordecai had to recharge, Jack took the chance to reload and close in.

He took a risk with his shield. If he could get up close and personal he might have a better chance against Mordecai. Jack turned the corner where he saw his enemy duck behind and moved to check him against a wall with his elbow.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

Jack must really want to kill him badly, because he hadn't expected him to keep running right for him like that. He tried to hop backward but he wasn't quite quick enough, and he hadn't experienced fighting at Earth-normal gravity in a long time, either, making the move less useful for escape than it might have been. At the same time he dropped the rifle, letting it dissolve as he reached for his sword, but just then Jack's elbow hit him in the chest, and his back hit the wall. He winced, grunting, then grabbed the hilt only a moment later and slashed at Jack. He was damn quick with a blade; something too many of his victims had failed to realize until it was too late.

[handsomejack]

"Ngh! Son of a bitch!" Jack grunted, feeling the slice of the blade against his jacket as it caused him to step back. It didn't actually make contact with skin, but it was an expensive jacket damn it. He responded with a rough swing of his fist, taking the time to draw his gun to attempt to shoot Mordecai point blank.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

He saw through that attempt, though - drawing a gun was the sort of action that immediately caught his eye, or he wouldn't have lived as long as he had so far. He stepped aside quickly and aimed for Jack's stomach as he swung outward with the sword.