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Also Id like to put the rumors to bed: @Naril and I really are the same person.

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Hopefully writing will be cathartic, loving everyone's posts. The intention is to have a short interval of safety in which we can plan and work out the interpersonal drama a little before the enemy find Morgan's FBI badge and put two and two together.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Sayeeda had taken the academy course in zero-g combat but it wasn't a skill that she had found much occasion to practice. Neil and the Xenoid tumbled in the air, their motions made awkward and clumsy in the zero gravity. Reaching back the unsnapped her plasma rifle, bulky but the right choice for the job due to the low recoil, and sighted down the barrel at the spinning pair.

"Would you fucking shoot it already?!" Neil yelled, awkwardly striking at the xenoid with a closed fist, imparting another new and erratic spin to the airborne tumble. THe affair was oddly silent in the vacumn, the only sound coming across the radio. Both human and alien flashed through her sight picture as she leaned back to brace her body against the bulkhead.

"You really want me to rush this?" she replied archly, focusing over the holographic sights and bringing her breathing under control. The alien clacked its mandibles shut, nearly getting a hold of Neil's flailing arm.

"I take your poin..." The room light with cyan as she squeezed the trigger. The Xenoid's neck burst like a bomb as the plasma bolt connected. The thrust of vaporising tissue shoving Neil and the creatures body into a tangle of hanging cables. The head sailed off on its own trajectory, trailing a floating mist of ichor and greyish particulate as it bounced of the metal surfaces like a slow motion holo-snooker ball.

Neil was tangled in the wiring so she clipped the rifle to an attachment point on her webbing and twitched her toes to disengage the magnetic locks from her boots. Gently she kicked off the deck and floated gracefully up towards the pilot, drawing a multi tool from her belt and powering the blade as she drifted. With a few quick slashes she cut the wires that entangled him and kicked off drawing them back down to the deck. In theory there was no reason that the floor was preferable to any other surface but it had the virtue of being relatively clear of the equipment that clogged almost every other available space aboard a starship.

"What are the Xenos doing here?" Neil asked once they were safely magnetically locked to the deck. Junebug unslung the rifle and let if float infront of her in a patrol carry.

"Boarding torpedoes I suspect. Old school pirates sometimes use them but the kinetic shock makes them a bit of a dated choice. From what i understood from the Biologos down there these things dont really have discrete organs as we understand it, so maybe the shock isn't a big issue."

Leaving the presidium they found a large lift shaft that rand down the spine of the ship. The car was unpowered of course but Neil was able to run a quick bypass to get the doors open. According to the scematics they had the engineering section was about a half a kilometer aft. Sayeeda stepped into the shaft and kicked off like a swimmer careful to say close enough to the side of the shaft that she should kick off again should some xenos horror spring up out of the darkness. The headlamp on her helmet stabbed forward like a lance in the darkness.

"Next stop Engineering," she declared over the comm.

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I'm not totally gone but my father has recently been diagnosed with cancer and it isn't going well. Its eating up most of my time/energy.

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I cant even pretend like I'd have the time for NaNo, two or three rp posts a week is usually my max

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Hoping to edit this thread into next years nano hahahaha

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Sayeeda was already out of her couch and pulling on her black and silver vac suit. SHe paused before fitting on the helmet.

"Its all relative Taya, think ho much worse it will be for us," Junebug laughed a bitter amused laugh. Sometimes gallows humor was all there was and if you couldn't laugh at death, at least sometimes, you would crack up sure as the suns burned. She thrust the helmet down and closed the face shield, checking the air bottle both manually and on the aging display.

"Lets do this."

They stepped out of the airlock and into the hold. The light seemed to flatten somehow as the air which usually scattered light was removed. All Sayeeda could hear was the steady cycling of her breather and the soft thump of her pulse. The exterior of the ship was almost unbelievably immense. She doubted there was a shipyard in a hundred that could turn out something like this. It was almost a shame to destroy it, but the vessel was already gutted beyond any reasonable expectation of repair.

They trugged across the deck, magnetic boots clanking to the access port Neil had selected. He knelt down in the enforced silence of vacum and pulled at the handle. Nothing happened. Whatever had hit the ship had torqued the hull bad enough to bind even a solid steel hatch. Sayeeda clicked on her radio.

"Stand back," she instructed and took a gel dispenser from her belt. Carefully she squirted a continuous line around the hatch and then set the detonator pack into the extruded substance.

"Fire in the hole!" she said and clicked the detonator. A jolt of power energized the crystals and the ferrite paste light in brilliant white for a moment then fluttered out. The hatch, propelled by the minute difference in pressure beneath lifted slowly burned clean away from the hull. Sayeeda put a foot to it and shoved hard. WIth the gravitas of ice sliding atop ice it began to drift slowly aside. The door was open at least.

"After you," she said over the radio, already unslinging her submachine gun. Just in case.

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