Eight's impromptu Electromagnetic Pulse grenade did the trick as the large machine came to a sudden halt. Of course, its designers were prepared for such an attack as he slowly began its restart process. [color=0072bc][i]"<brzzt>-ill. Kil-<brzzt> Kill. Kill. K-<brzzt>[/i][/color] it said as its glowing red eye began to flicker to life. It still sat, unable to move, as Johanna clung to its back, but that would most likely not last long as the right arm began to twitch.

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[i]...Forty-seven. Forty-eight. Forty-nine.[/i] [color=ed1c24]"Fifty! You guys are pathetic! How'd you even get out of your mother's womb when your this weak?"[/color] John taunted the pirates. A sudden impact in the back though snapped him out of his blood rage. [color=ed1c24]"Dammit, don't scratch the armor!"[/color] he shouted to the pirate who had shot him in the back. [i]Man is there a lot of them.[/i] With a majority of the anchors on the Alamo still connected and no one to watch his back, John was quickly getting over-run. [color=ed1c24]"If you all honestly believe that you can kill me, you've got another thing coming. I've survived way worse odds."[/color]

As the the bodies piled now at both ends of the tube-like anchor, the pirates were beginning to get desperate. Soon, one very idiotic individual decided that explosives would be the best way to deal with the seemingly invincible killer, and rushed forward with several grenade bandoliers wrapped around him. With all the bullets flying and ricocheting around the small space, it would come to no surprise to John if one stray projectile triggered one and blew everyone to bits, and so the mercenary did the only sane thing a person would do in such a situation... he ran straight toward the wall of people trying to kill him. [color=ed1c24]"Excuse me, I don't really have time to give you my autograph,"[/color] he shouted as he pushed the pirates out of his way. It wasn't long after escaping from the inside of the anchor that he heard an explosion and saw the anchor close off to avoid sucking out any unfortunate victims into the vacuum of space. [color=ed1c24]"Out of the frying pan and into the fire,"[/color] he said as he looked around his unfamiliar surroundings.

The helmeted-mercenary rushed toward the nearest console he could find and began pressing every button he could see, hoping that maybe one of them would allow him to release the Alamo from the pirates' grasp. He got lucky. All of the anchors, with the exception to those few that were still left on the other side of the ship that connected to the Babylon, all disconnected and sent its occupants to meet the grim fate of being exposed to space's deadly elements. [color=ed1c24]"I've disconnected the Alamo from the pirates' ship. I'm currently on-board their ship so I'm going to try and find Lizard-Breath,"[/color] he said over Raptor Squad's comms.