Post by Jikai on Jul 31, 2015 2:53:26 GMT -5
Jikai watches as Aye declares that he has an idea and dashes off out of sight. He frowns a bit, and frowns again even harder at Naja as she holsters his short sword. Without the sheath. He just knew it was going to take hours of work to get it back up to standard when it was finally returned to him... but there wasn't time to argue, and perhaps it was better to have her armed. Still, he was displeased.
"Just remember to cut, not hit with it," he relents. Noting that Naja was looking after Kai, he follows them out of the room. "Probably best to keep that one away from the fighting," he calls after her, before taking a turn off the main corridor, taking a much more indirect route in the rough direction of the breach.
Time to think over what he knew. He was armed, but lacked a ranged weapon or a decent backup to his primary. Heading down the main corridor with staight into an enemy force of 14 was suicide. No, not 14. There would be some left on the ship, at least a skeleton crew for security and essential operations, probably at least 4. So a boarding party of maybe 10. The ship would seem deserted to them, at least at the point of entry, so they'd have to split up and search. Primary targets: the bridge and engine room. Those were the essential places to control in a ship, that would be where the bulk of the enemy would be heading. So then, isolate and engage the smaller search parties. Tight spaces, but not too tight... But what was that sound? Footsteps? Yes. Muttered conversation, muffled by door in front of him. Someone was on the other side. Communication between them, so at least 2. Or 1 who just really likes the sound of his own voice.
In fact, it was 2. Who really likes the sound of their own voices. Another pair broken off from the rest of the group, making their way through this side of the ship to make sure it was all clear.
"Eh hombre! I think dees one might be dee keetchun!" the first, a fella with a particularly bushy mustache remarks to the other.
"Good. They better have someting deescent on board. Dee Captain already flipped out once 'bout bad ingredients," the other stated, sporting a rather lopsided mustache like it was supposed to be one thing but an attempt had been made to change it while drunk or something.
The next door hisses open, and they step into what was a rather dimly lit room. The only light came from the open door, and the power indicators on a few appliances. It was no kitchen, probably more of a recreation room judging by how... slightly less cramped it was.
"Wait," the bushy one says, putting his hand on the shoulder of the lopsided one. As his eyes had adjusted, he had noticed a figure that appeared to be kneeling just a bit ahead of them. Not even in cover, just there. "Who ees tha'?" He points.
Lopsided raises a six shooter. Which probably fired lasers or something, rendering the design inefficient and pointless, but fitting. "Geet up, and put your hands on ya head!" The figure doesn't move.
"Maan, he's a fish!" Bushy notes, squinting a bit and moving closer. "We gotta take him maan! Think about it! So many seafood tacos!"
Just at that moment, the door's open timer runs out. It hisses closed behind them, plunging the room into near total darkness. Jikai's hands shift slightly, unnoticed. From outside the room, one would hear the muffled sound of a sword being drawn, a quiet cry, a single shot being fired, then a pair of soft thuds. Nobody emerges from the room.
"Just remember to cut, not hit with it," he relents. Noting that Naja was looking after Kai, he follows them out of the room. "Probably best to keep that one away from the fighting," he calls after her, before taking a turn off the main corridor, taking a much more indirect route in the rough direction of the breach.
Time to think over what he knew. He was armed, but lacked a ranged weapon or a decent backup to his primary. Heading down the main corridor with staight into an enemy force of 14 was suicide. No, not 14. There would be some left on the ship, at least a skeleton crew for security and essential operations, probably at least 4. So a boarding party of maybe 10. The ship would seem deserted to them, at least at the point of entry, so they'd have to split up and search. Primary targets: the bridge and engine room. Those were the essential places to control in a ship, that would be where the bulk of the enemy would be heading. So then, isolate and engage the smaller search parties. Tight spaces, but not too tight... But what was that sound? Footsteps? Yes. Muttered conversation, muffled by door in front of him. Someone was on the other side. Communication between them, so at least 2. Or 1 who just really likes the sound of his own voice.
In fact, it was 2. Who really likes the sound of their own voices. Another pair broken off from the rest of the group, making their way through this side of the ship to make sure it was all clear.
"Eh hombre! I think dees one might be dee keetchun!" the first, a fella with a particularly bushy mustache remarks to the other.
"Good. They better have someting deescent on board. Dee Captain already flipped out once 'bout bad ingredients," the other stated, sporting a rather lopsided mustache like it was supposed to be one thing but an attempt had been made to change it while drunk or something.
The next door hisses open, and they step into what was a rather dimly lit room. The only light came from the open door, and the power indicators on a few appliances. It was no kitchen, probably more of a recreation room judging by how... slightly less cramped it was.
"Wait," the bushy one says, putting his hand on the shoulder of the lopsided one. As his eyes had adjusted, he had noticed a figure that appeared to be kneeling just a bit ahead of them. Not even in cover, just there. "Who ees tha'?" He points.
Lopsided raises a six shooter. Which probably fired lasers or something, rendering the design inefficient and pointless, but fitting. "Geet up, and put your hands on ya head!" The figure doesn't move.
"Maan, he's a fish!" Bushy notes, squinting a bit and moving closer. "We gotta take him maan! Think about it! So many seafood tacos!"
Just at that moment, the door's open timer runs out. It hisses closed behind them, plunging the room into near total darkness. Jikai's hands shift slightly, unnoticed. From outside the room, one would hear the muffled sound of a sword being drawn, a quiet cry, a single shot being fired, then a pair of soft thuds. Nobody emerges from the room.