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The two flew at each other with breakneck speed. Otto launching himself with his tentacles shooting and digging into any handhold around - and the KRAB scuttling sideways towards him, snapping its huge claw and slamming the other into the cargo containers and hull of the ship around it. 

Otto ducked around its attack, embedding a tentacle into the side of its claw and using it to swing himself around into a two footed kick straight to the cockpit of the mechanical beast. He bent his knees, using the momentum to launch himself backwards and into the sky in a back flip that landed him sideways on a stacked container. The KRAB stumbled backwards for a moment, small cracks forming against the tempered glass.

[color=#00FF00]"That's progress at least!"[/color] He said, narrowly dodging the counter-attack from his adversary that sent a tear through the cargo container and a shipment of crates spilling out across the deck in a cascade of metal and wood. Containers split open on impact, their contents scattering: tools, machinery, anything not bolted down skidding wildly across the slick surface.

Otto pushed off a container wall just as another strike tore straight through where he'd been, the metal behind him shrieking under the force. He twisted mid-air, one limb snapping out to catch a higher ledge while another lashed toward the KRAB's flank, searching for purchase - and missing.

[color=#00FF00]"Ok, a set-back. All great scientists suffer set-backs."[/color] he muttered, already adjusting.

The KRAB didn't give him time to reset. It surged forward, far faster than something that size had any right to move, one claw snapping up toward him while the other carved a brutal arc through the deck, tearing a jagged line through steel like it was paper. Otto released his hold a fraction of a second before impact, dropping low as the attack passed overhead, the wind of it alone enough to throw him off balance.

He hit the deck, rolled forward and one of his limbs drove down into the metal, catching, stopping him just short of being crushed as the KRAB slammed down where he'd been. The entire ship shuddered under the force.

Otto looked up from beneath it, breath catching for just a moment as the sheer weight of it loomed overhead. [color=#00FF00]"You're not making this easy on me, are you big fella?"[/color] he breathed, a grin tugging despite his situation. He glanced around the ship. Despite his great start he was starting to waver. He couldn't attack something this much stronger and durable than him head on it was just too much. [color=#00FF00]"Alright… new approach."[/color]

The KRAB lunged again - unfortunately for it he'd already formulated a plan. Otto didn't attack it head on this time, instead he ducked under and ran. He moved with agility, darting and leaping across the deck, limbs snapping out in quick succession to propel him forward in sharp, quick bursts. 

Behind him, the KRAB tore through everything in its path, a bull in a china shop chasing a ballerina. Containers crumpled, steel screamed, and the deck shuddered under each impact as it pursued with relentless force.

Otto didn’'t dare glance back for fear of slowing down. One wrong move, one trip and he'd be between its claws. He continued its sprint, leading it as far as he could towards the stacked cargo rows and then - at the last second, he veered to the right and vanished between two tightly packed metal containers. Inbetween a narrow gap, barely wide enough for a person. The KRAB hit the opening half a second later with a mighty thud.

Otto stopped for a brief moment, pressed between two walls of metal and caught his breath, staring back at his pursuer. The metal had bent with the impact but it was holding. One of its claws forced its way into the gap, scraping and tearing metal with a horrible noise, but the bulk of the machine couldn't follow. It ground forward as far as it could, the claw snapping at Otto before the KRAB wedged itself partially in the metal.

[color=#00FF00]"Alright, break times over."[/color] He turned again and moved fluidly through the cramped corridor. He'd bought himself time, he hoped it was enough to make his move. 

Once he had turned the corner and was out of sight his camoflague kicked in and he clambered up the side of the containers and up on top of them. The KRAB was still below, clawing at thin air and trying to remove its arm from its stuck position within the gap at the same time.

[color=#00FF00]"I'm glad this guy's missing his brain. Any smarts and he'd be unstoppable."[/color] A tentacle shot out and latched onto the crane arm overhead. He swung, momentum carrying him in a wide arc across the deck as the KRAB below recalibrated, trying to track Otto despite his camo.

Otto landed beside the crane controls, one limb already driving into the panel and ripping it open to a shower of sparks. [color=#00FF00]"Manual override...manual override...come on!"[/color]

The KRAB freed itself and turned as the sparks coated its chassis. It locked eyes onto Otto and made to charge at him. It was too slow.

It was time to go analogue. One of Otto's hands flew across the exposed wiring, pushing together the ends of frayed wire and the crane lurched to life. A massive shipping container, suspended overhead, swung violently across the deck.

The KRAB saw it far too late.

The container slammed into its side with a thunderous crash, driving the machine sideways and carving a deep gouge through the deck as it was forced off course. Otto allowed himself a fist pump before yanking at the controls once more.

The container swung back and then forward again, the noise of defeaning impact reverberating around the ship. This time the container hit higher, directly against the cockpit. The cracked glass splintered further.

Otto let out a whoop. [color=#00FF00]"Yeah! You just got Octo-Owned!"[/color] As soon as the words left his mouth he was happy there was no one around to hear them. He went for a third attack with the now partially dented container.

The KRAB roared. Not with any intentional vocalisation but from movement. It raised its claw upward and caught the container mid swing, holding it there stationary in the air. For a moment there was just the groaning of metal against metal, and then a mighty crash as it crushed the container. Metal folded like paper in its grip before the remains were hurled aside.

Otto let out a defeated sigh. [color=#00FF00]"Okay. New new plan!"[/color]

The KRAB swung for the crane. Otto launched himself off the platform just as the claw obliterated it, the entire structure collapsing in a shower of sparks and twisted steel as the metal made a mighty splash in the water below.

Mid-air, he adjusted his momentum, his eyes locking onto something else. A winch line - a series of heavy duty tension cables running along the sides of the deck. He manipulated his landing in the air using his tentacles and landed right next to it. [color=#00FF00]"Let's see how you like being the cargo."[/color]

The KRAB charged again, just as Otto took hold of the line and wrapped it around his fists. Otto did the same, barreling towards his opponent with the wires trailing behind him like a cape. 

At the last possible moment, he pivoted, one tentacle firing out, anchoring the cable to a fixed point along the deck while the rest of him swung wide, the line snapping taut behind him.

The KRAB didn't catch on to his plan. Otto baseball slid underneath it and before it had time to react he began to circle it with the remaining wire. Limbs began snapping out in rapid succession, feeding the cable around the KRAB's legs, its chassis, its joints. Each pass tighter, more deliberate. The machine turned to track him, claws snapping, tearing through empty space as he stayed just beyond its reach.

[color=#00FF00]"Empire Strikes Back. Just like I was telling you, Petey."[/color] He mumbled to himself.

The cable looped thrice and Otto pulled it tightly. The KRAB tried to step forward, and faltered. It wasn't enough to stop it yet, but enough to slow it for sure. Otto didn't let up. He went for another loop, higher up the chassis now and cinching across the main body. 

The KRAB lashed out one claw breaking free and clipping him mid-swing, but Otto twisted with the impact, using it to accelerate, wrapping tighter the wire tighter and tighter around the beast. By his calculations he should be finished. He skidded to a stop and pulled the wire as tight as he could

The machine tried to push through. For a moment it looked like it would. Otto worried if his calculations were off again, like they were when he launched himself earlier that night. And then, the wires locked, all at once perfectly into place.

Tension surged across the cables, anchored at multiple points across the deck, pulling tight in opposing directions. The KRAB tried to take one more step and collapsed in a mighty heap on the deck, steam rising up from its constricted joints.

The entire ship shuddered as the exosuit crashed onto its side, limbs bound, joints restricted, every movement now fighting against its own weight and the tightening web of steel wrapped around it. It struggled against its restraints, violently snapping and grinding. The noise of motors screaming under the strain as it tried in vain to get up.

Otto landed lightly a few feet away, breathing heavy, watching it thrash against the restraints. Then finally, the KRAB got the hint. It lay motionless on the deck. Otto could feel the eyes of whatever was inside glaring holes through his head.

He straightened his back, pushing two hands into his lower back before rolling one shoulder as his limbs settled behind him.

[color=#00FF00]"Jesus Christ, I'm gonna need a massage or something after all this."[/color] Only then did he notice the crew, staring down from the upper main deck at their strange rescuer. 

Otto glanced between them, then back at the immobilised KRAB and gave them a small wave. [color=#00FF00]"Good news, everyone!"[/color] He called up, trying his best to not do a [i]Professor. Farnsworth[/i] impression.[color=#00FF00]"I caught the bad guy!"[/color]

There was a moment of silence as the crew processed what had just happened, and then, an eruption of applause and cheering.

Otto could get used to this.