Neil had to clutch the side railing of the Highlander as it jerked, having just outfitted himself for action but yet to have placed a cable on his belt. The smaller bay door was open before him, and through the scything rain and the roar of the waves he heard Junebug scream something. It took Neil and instant to look over the edge and widen his eyes at her cutting the tether, the image of his Captain getting smaller until she disappeared beneath the waves. 

"What in the fuck!?" He cried out into the air, but she couldn't hear him. "I'm the one that takes insane risks, not you!" 

Goddamnit, he had to move! A cold sweat had already begun to bead down Taya's face from the next room, hurrying over to where Neil was but afraid to ask him for fear of a hard truth. "Where's the Captain?" It was at that moment they could see her breaking the surface and making it to shore, a few guardsmen splintering off to aid her. "Just finish what you were doing." Neil said, and when she froze he turned to her. "That's an order!" 

He might not be the Captain, but first officer wasn't something to shake a stick at and she turned and ran, Neil shutting the outside hatch by slamming the button next to the door. He was relieved to hear her voice over his comm, and he took control of the Highlander to better manuever the ship. He was a bit put off he couldn't join in the fun, at least as of yet. But he could still take control of the ship's cannons, priming them to fire as he swung the ship to the side to avoid another boulder. 

Truthfully, the rocks wouldn't do much damage to the Highlander. The ship wasn't extremely large, but it wasn't a small fighter either and it was made to survive interplanetary missiles. However, the heavy storm was hard enough to keep her steady in, much less with boulders flying at it. He expertly dodges another boulder before unloading his beam cannons upon the advancing horde, cutting a terrible swathe through the advancing horde which brought a great cheer from the surviving guardsmen. 

Meanwhile, Junebug made it to what lines the dozens of guardsmen had, a sergeant approached. "I don't know who the hell you are, but Prince Amalric wants to see you." He said, and passed him she could see a group of retainers and courtesans looking at her with a mixture of hope and fear from under the broken ship. Any of the men in the group could be the Prince. 
[@Penny]