[center][h3]Teg (Cora)[/h3][/center]
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The hiss of the automatic airlock as it saved all of the air from escaping was a welcome sound to the mercenary. They were alive. Somehow. More importantly there were pirates left alive. Pirates left on board the ship. And she had reloaded. She was ready to go.

Two pirates. Two pirates trapped on the Veritas Lux Mea without their shipboard cannons to back them up. Easy kills. Easy money.

Teg didn't waste time waiting for the Judge. He seemed the capable sort, she figured he'd back her play. Firing a hellish burst of molten metal in the direction of the remaining pirates, Teg bounded forward. Bracing against the exposed edge of a the ship's superstructure, Teg walked her fire across the closet pirate. A scream and a flash of red followed sparks as the thin metal plates the pirate had strapped across his chest were punched through.

She couldn't see the other pirate. So she waited. Time was on her side. The Judge was a big enough target. Her finger pulled slowly on the brutish trigger of her weapon and she almost sent a hail of Glaos bullets down the corridor before she noticed her target was a white cloth slowly waving in the air. She shifted her sights upwards and to the left. It would have been an easy shot. The pirates deserved it. But she was curious. She wanted answers. She wasn't mad. Death was part of the job. Personal grudges were not. The pirates would have answers. She was sure she could make them talk.

"What do you want, scumbag!" Teg shouted.

"W- We surrender!"

"What? You surrender?" Teg replied, letting the word roll uncomfortably off of her tongue. "Since when do pirates surrender?"

"P- Please! You got Henders. Our ship is gone. You killed our friends. We surrender! Just let us live! Please!"

Rolling her eyes, Teg nodded towards the desperate pirates as she addressed the Judge, "You got any cuffs?"