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Things were spiraling out of control. From explosions and hull breaches, to crewmembers getting injured, to the appearance of a second potentially threatening ship, frankly with this kind of disaster the Judge wondered how these people managed to get anything done - let alone how any of them were still [i]alive[/i].
He didn't really like the idea of going down without a fight. Something had to be done, but nothing was [i]being[/i] done. Not to retaliate, anyway. The Captain was at the now only functional turret, but they had no shields and for some reason the [i]Lux[/i] was dead in the water. Whatever happened with the fuel line being repaired?

Either way, the ship wasn't going to last long like this.
He drew his swords, moving to leave the galley in preparation for assault. Seeing Teg, he strode up to her, since she seemed to be of the same mind with her ghastly machine of a weapon.
Aligning the blunt edges of his blades, they snapped together, forming what one could guess was a body shield. It was heavy, certainly, but if the point of it rested on the ground, he could manage it with one hand. With the other, he drew a sidearm.
In the event that they should be boarded, he could use his shield-blade like one of the phalanx - protecting not only himself but the person next to him as well.
Seeing as Teg had to operate her weapon with both arms, he assumed, she could probably benefit from a little extra protection.