Everything was quiet all of a sudden, the waves had subsided. Either the pirates were occupied with other parts of the ship or they'd wised up and knew better than to confront the Andalite version of Rambo head on. He swung the P90 around to hang from his back and drew a pair of [i]shredders[/i], which were more accurate when picking off individual targets. Two pirates jumped out of an alcove to the side and behind him, thinking they could take him by surprise. Without turning his body, Deraen swung an arm around and vaporized them in one smooth movement. [color=6ecff6]<Come on, pirate scum, is that the best you can do?>[/color]

As he made his way down the corridor, mechanically picking off pirates as they appeared, Deraen took it upon himself to seal the doors behind him as well as the ones that led to the part of the ship where the anchors were locked on. The bridge would be safe, the only way to reopen the doors in an emergency lockdown would be to get clearance codes from at least two authorized personnel, and those personnel were safely out of reach. By the time he'd crossed the breadth of the ship, he had reached the power centers. Bodies sprinkled with bullet holes littered the floor. 

Just as he stepped into John's line of sight, holding a hand up palm-out to signal friendly intentions, the elevator dinged. [color=6ecff6]<The bridge and front sector of the [i]Alamo[/i] are secure,>[/color] he said, pulling out another plasma grenade while keeping one shredder leveled at the elevator, [color=6ecff6]<Any word from [i]Babylon[/i]? They must be under attack as well. If our fighters manage to dislodge the anchors from us I may return to my own ship and join them outside.>[/color]