[center][h1][u][b]Victory[/b][/u][/h1][/center]

	Victory was closer than she knew. Just a few moments after her amazing pun, the ship and everyone on it came to a grinding halt. Fortunately, the two in the boiler room were well armored. Victory reacted quickly to the change of momenteum. She and Sir E. Braum were about to go slamming into the wall infront of them. Fortunately, the two were well armored. As she flew forward she turned and raised a hand, changing her Hard Light shield into a foamy cushion for Rumi to land on. She wasn't sure how strong his armor was, but she knew hers was strong enough to take the impact of a mere ship crash.

	She slammed her back against the wall and waited out the rest of the crash, using her limbs to keep herself steady. Everything went somewhat quiet. Needless to say, the smile had left Brooke's face under her helm. It was time to get serious. They didn't have any time to waste. 

	[u][b]"We have to find the others and regroup."[/b][/u] Victory said to her heroic compatriot. She turned to the door of the boiler room. The whole ship was crashed. No longer did it rock gently back and forth in the waves of the water.

	Her plan was as simple as that. Making sure all the heroes got out alive was more important than capturing the villains. 

	Victory tried the handle of the boiler room door, just in case. Of course, they were locked in. 

	[u][b]"I'll get us out of here. Those cameras of yours will be useful in locating our allies. Scout ahead while I break this door down."[/b][/u] The gleaming goliath hunched over to the boiler room door. Cocking her fist, she brought it down on the edge of door. It dented, slightly. Victory was much stronger than an average human in her armor form, but she didn't have specialized super strength. The pounding of her gauntlets against the door resounded loudly. It didn't matter. They had to get out. What good would being hidden, trapped, in the boiler room do? It was either a noisy escape, drowning, or being found by supervillains.

	Once there was a small gap in the door, Victory transitioned her foamy cushion for Rumi into a prybar. She braced herself against the door with her shoulder and began to pull, hoping to break the things long. Or just tear it off its hinges entirely.