[h2][color=mediumaquamarine]Kian Feng[/color][/h2][hr]

Kian sighed with a mixture of dread and relief as Kelen and Maxima jumped to his aid. Maxima, in all of her usual showboatiness was practically a dancing lightbulb- that happened to be leveling a machinegun raking fire across the hull. Yellow-orange tracers flew across the hull, pinging off harmlessly off the ship's hull as the pirates scattered as best they could. One of the pirates was caught in the crossfire, as Kian 'heard' the automatic thump of Maxima's weapon. The sound itself was a dulled, artificial report, simulated sound by Kian's helmet to allow him some sort of spatial awareness in the otherwise silence of space. Kelan likewise was chomping at the bit to get them a new spaceship, while Echo, was as usual, the voice of reason- odd that an alien living in a space suit was the voice of reason, but now wasn't the time for philosophical discussions, Kian supposed. A few of the others chimed in through their communications network, and Kian could've [i]sworn[/i] he heard the ever exasperated Sawyer bellowing at someone in the background.

[color=mediumaquamarine]"Someone [i]please[/i] grab Sawyer, I swear I can hear the sonic waves through the comms, and I'd like to be able to hear myself think."[/color] 

"[i]Please[/i], do not get shot in anything important or irreplaceable." Doctor Chima reminded them, her voice crackling through the communications network- seemingly more irritated than worried. Like a tired teacher trying to round up perpetually unruly children with a penchant for troublemaking.

It all felt like routine at this point. Kian shrugged- though no one could really see.

[color=mediumaquamarine]"Do you know how to fly a ship that big?"[/color] Kian asked Kelan quizzically as he vaulted over the airlock door he'd been using as cover. His cybernetic legs slammed onto the hull of the ship and connected him magnetically as he sprinted for a section of hull plating that had flared out a bit for cover. His eyes picked up a faint glow as he unhooked the chain from his side and propelled it forward using Aura. A pirate on a jetpack flew within range to try and nail him with a shot from his rifle, but only managed a few stray shots before Kian's chain wrapped around his legs and yanked him forward. Flailing as he lost grip of his rifle, the pirate tumbled through space until he arrived at Kian's feet, only managing a poorly attempted, disoriented punch before the weighted end of Kian's weapon cracked the pirate's faceplate. As the air leaked out of his helmet, the pirate was too busy trying to cover his face to notice Kian ripping his jetpack off and kicking him off over the side.

Kian tossed the now spare jetpack over to Kelan, [color=mediumaquamarine]"Fly it, scrap it- whatever you want. Just make sure the tether is gone. Try not to get left behind either. Again."[/color] he barked as leaped up again. The chain weapon flew forward again, a wide swinging arc of the thermal knife cutting through the weapon of one pirate, and the suit of another. [color=mediumaquamarine]"Maxima, lots of uninvited guests, please oblige them."[/color]

Several of the remaining pirates turned on Maxima, her glowing shields more or less a beacon for their fire as they began dumping ammunition towards her. The weapons were dangerous, but trained soldiers the pirates were not- while their short weapons might've been devastating had they managed to board the ship, out in the wide openness of space their weapons recoiled wildly. In a way, it might've been [i]more[/i] dangerous, as the local space around Maxima filled with tracers, but at the very least she didn't have to worry about an accurate burst taking out her dome. 

One of the pirate fightercraft whizzed across the top of the Guernica, a series of hits from its weapons blasting the hull, causing the ship to rumble and shake once again from the impacts. Chunks of the Guernica's armor plating splintered and broke apart, though its structural integrity still held. Splinters and shards of metal fly through the space around them, bouncing off of whatever cover they were using. [color=mediumaquamarine]"Shields would be nice,"[/color] Kian called through the comms, [color=mediumaquamarine]"Sooner rather than later."[/color] The Gunerica was sturdy enough that it could [i]probably[/i] take what the fighters were throwing at them, but that didn't mean they should test it.

[color=mediumaquamarine]"Lets wrap this up quick! Before we get out of the debris field."[/color] Kian ordered, [color=mediumaquamarine]"Don't want nosy sensors picking up a gunfight so close to the station."[/color]