[center][h3][color=0054a6]NAUTICA[/color][/h3][color=0054a6][b]Location:[/b][/color] Bridge[/center][hr]The skirmish was brief, but intense. As soon as she pressed the button, Nautica could feel her spark rippling with excitement. She dropped the detonator and grabbed her blade with both hands, swinging it mightily as soon as one of the rebels dared to poke their ped through. The screaching of metal. The quelch of severed fuel lines. The sight of the front of the ped flying off. She did not even know their name. She did not need to. The battle was all that was required to get her predacon spark exhilarated.

Despite herself, a grin spread across her face, revealing rows of sharp teeth. The battle continued, and Nautica scored good hits, while avoiding too terrible damage herself. She [i]will[/i] have Gigatron's head though - The brute got in a lucky strike, sending her tumbling towards the bridge windows with four gashes across her chest plate to show for it. [i][color=0054a6]That's it. Your head will decorate the ship's signal mast![/color][/i] She thought bitterly as she picked herself up.

Before she could charge the colossal predacon though, an ethereal apparition tossed a spanner into the gears. And a short while after, they all found themselves tumbling from the floor to the ceiling and back. At one point, Nautica thought she would actually smash through the windows and be ejected into the vacuum of space. Then, just as suddenly as it started, it ended, with everyone being left in a pile of limbs. The bridge consoles were all thrashed - no one would be regaining control of the ship from here.

Using the confusion, Nautica quickly got to her feet and charged out of the broken door, blade at the ready, hoping to break through to engineering, where she could access all of the core systems directly and steer the ship.