The Captain’s initial question was odd at first. Gue’rach could have reactively gone into specifics regarding his suit’s capabilities but knew better in the end that this was not the time to detail such irrelevant facts and foresaw an intent behind the query. The follow-up question confirmed his suspicion as the Captain sought his opinion and likely his interest about putting a few holes into the attacking ships, provided the firing solutions would be offered from his crew mates.

His suit had minutes previously detected aggressive changes within the [i]Monroe[/i]'s orientation despite him hardly feeling the effects. He concluded that the ship was taking evasive action in an attempt to escape the pirates efforts in boarding the vessel. Shame. Gue'rach would have liked to have greeted the pirates in person but it was evident that the Captain was not going to give the raiders any advantage over his vessel and would rather fight head-on if necessary. It was the not the fight he had anticipated on, however the notion thrilled the Auval’kotor warrior nevertheless and made him all the more eager to join the fray.

[color=00746b][b]"I would enjoy the challenge,"[/b][/color] Gue'rach brassly replied.

Gue'rach immediately stowed his weapon to his suit's magnetic seal, seeing as how his Thomu Felma, however dangerous it was to any bipedal organism, would do very little against the hulls of raiding ships, even in their decaying states. With his crewmates probably nearing their analysis of the pirate vessels, he took no relaxation of the situation and hurried over to the hanger's armory, each heavy his footfalls resonating across deck. Pulling back the armory doors revealed a decent collection of ordinance pieces, ranging from hand-operated cannons to spare ship-weaponry and secondaries. He made his choice upon dialing-in the unlock code and authorization for one of the secured weapons, prompting several mechanical arms to unfold and extracted a deployable autocannon from the store's confines. Assisted by his suit's limb enhancers, Gue'rach grabbed and hoisted the heavy piece over his shoulders and began jogging toward the hanger doors.

Upon arriving, he eased the heavy weapon off and rested between his right arm while interacting with the hanger door controls. The facility alarms soon blared with warning beacons beginning to rotating in their respective corners of the hanger, warning any unprepared personnel that the premise was about to be depraved of oxygen in preparation of the hanger doors and their bulkhead seals to unlock and retract for vacuum exposure. Luckily for him, he was the only one present. After the warning had passed, Gue'rach could see his HUD's environmental survey advising him of the declining oxygen levels within the hanger though the report ultimately didn't mean much to him since his suit had already secured a breathable atmosphere for him.

Once the hanger finally became airless and all essential hardware such as the fighters were locked to the floor securely did the last airlocks slide in to the hull along with the doors. Gue'rach's suit, reacting to the encompassing changes of the environment quickly magnetized to the floor's surface just as he began to feel weightlessness of gravity trying to take over him. He grabbed the autocannon again and slowly made his way out the hanger door and on to an extended plank where he then positioned himself and armed the now featherweighted weapon over his arms.  

Eventually, the machine known as Nexus soon contacted him with the targeting solution data the Captain had promised earlier. Targeting information quickly filled his HUD, highlighting his quarry designated as Alpha with constantly shifting projectile paths as the [i]Monroe[/i] continued down her slippery maneuvers. His suit already began assisting him as he took careful aim at his first target and allowed his crosshairs to sync up with the first solution. As Nexus pointed out, it was clear the pirate vessel in his sights was in bad shape with noticeable structural wear and missing external components. Still space worthy overall but certainly not ideal for combat, especially for what it was about to endure.

[color=00746b][b]"Very well,"[/b][/color] Gue'rach responed with a hint of insistent glee, [b][color=00746b]"they'll rue they day they've chosen their prey so poorly!"[/color][/b]

Having been granted the order to engage, Geu'rach wasted no time and squeezed the firing mechanism of autocannon. Despite the effects of the vacuum of space suppressing all sound, Gue'rach could still register the muffled localized discharge of the weapon firing. A second passed by and the round went right on target, penetrating the hull of the pirate ship's low bow and instantaneously detonating. The ensuing explosion tore a noticeable hole in to the vessel as fragments of the weakened hull became spaceborne thanks the ensuring decompression. 

Gue'rach roared in triumph as he set loose another shot, this one driving in to the starboard section and blasting out a large gash into the ship. The savage result exposed two decks to the void and threw anything that wasn't properly sealed in out in to space. The exact amount of damage or casualties he was inflicting was unbeknownst to him from his distant position, whoever he remained focused on each solution and continued his assault upon the injured raider, progressively dismantling the [i]Monroe[/i]'s foe with each successful impact.