"Any great ideas?" The message goes through as a sizzling mess as the pirates occupy most of the bandwith with their own chatter. "Ah, screw this!"

There are three things he feels like he is really good at. Murdering people with weapons, murdering people without weapons, and drinking a lot. Since he had weapons at hand, but no booze, it was obvious what he had to do. "Hold out on me Mary." He whispered to his suit befre he jumped up and unloaded a magazine from his rifle towards the pirates. The armor piercing bullets chew through their cover like their own blasters never could, their own cover becoming the shrapbel that killed them.

Williams pushed further into the opening, taking out a few more wounded pirates from the explosion. Then the gunfire died down, and he was left with a smoking  barrel in the hole he made. He took a lot of direct hits from the blasters during the engagement. The armor was sizzling with heat as it tried ti dissipate all the energy it absorbed. Williams instinctively checked his stomach for any hits, but the only thing he found was sharp pain as his fingers touched the red hot makeshift armor panels he installed. "Ouch, goddamnit." He sweared and then beckoned for Flyyn to follow him into the room.