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Sorry I 'lied'. I ended up burning myself out last night. Hopefully this makes up for it.
"If she was using an amplifier, I think I could trace it out but the latter would be helpful too,"
Making good on his statement, Travis casted a projection spell used earlier to decipher Seidon's runic lock. As how the lock was holographical disassembled so did the rifle as well. Aside from the obvious mechanical workings, he quickly narrowed down a number of systematic spells and runes put in place. The multiple characters installed into the inner framework alluded to the weaponizing of an offered mana amount before being fired by the rifle's own mechanical physics in conjunction with the main casting rune. Travis marveled at the design and was pleased at the intrical working of how the weapon worked. While he morally didn't support it, he could not deny it's splendid composition of magic and mechanisms.
Sure enough, Nemo was right about the amplifying portion of the rifle that made it deadly. He soon found the verse section that helped magnify the shot's power as it was casted. Without it, the ensuing discharge would have had little kick to it and if anything, only carried enough punch to perhaps knock someone down but not actually injure them in the process. Luckily, the amplifier was integrated with the rifle but its considerable complexity made the weapon difficult to use if one didn't properly know how it worked. But for Travis, seeing the artificial blueprint was the same as reading an instruction manual.
It was then that Zoey finally reappeared with his mana crystals seemingly filled and recharged, "Thanks, Zoey. I owe ya," said Travis as he retrieved the crystals back from her.
Per Nemo's orders, Zoey was already on the move again and engaged into a diversionary tactic while Nemo and Raiya began planning and processing their next moves. While having figured the mana-empowered flintlock out, Travis soon came upon a strange realization of the maan crystals he had received back from Zoey. They felt much colder than he had anticipated and gave off an unusual aura that he hadn't anticipated on encountering. It was clear her method of recharging the receptacles was much different than how he had done so previously. However whether they were any more effective than before was unknown to him. Unfortunately he quickly realized that he had no time to inquire Zoey of her handiwork as Seidon as another, much larger tidal wave than before came barreling down on top them.
"Oh, here we go again." Travis growled as he reactively summoned up several cryo runes and casted them.
As like last time, the cryogenic vapors spewed forth from their runes and melded with the crashing water, effectively freezing it. However Seidon's wave held more momentum than he expected and preventing Travis' spell from stopping the attack entirely. Instead, the attack caused the frozen portions of the wave to loom over he and Zoey like an arch as the surge of water harried over. The attack eventually passed harmlessly but not before mutating Travis' efforts from stopping Seidon's attack in to consuming a portions of the containers into a mass of ice and this limited their options and assuming new cover.
"Time to go!" Travis openly declared as he broke cover from the frozen containers.
For the moment, Seidon's attention was back on Nemo and soon Raiya as Travis caught her preparing a new and powerful spell. Seeing an opportunity before him, Travis slid in to a small gathering of box before scrambling to aim the Lori's former rifle at Seidon. Having stowed the crystals Zoey had recharged away, Travis decided to bring one of them out to replenish his reserves.
"Alright, just line 'er up...channel the mana" Travis spoke aloud has he been beginning drawing from the sliver-shining mana crystal supply. As he anticipated, the crystal's strange aura over took him briefly and carried an almost alien sensation. It felt empowering but didn't radiate any sense of rushing strength, instead it felt cool and calm. He momentarily thought if this was a bad idea to utilize a crystal bearing unfamiliar qualities but Travis soon disregarded his worries having confirm the rifle was now priming and was ready to fre, "now, cast the spell and let it fly."
Travis felt the stock of the rifle into his right shoulder as the weapon discharged, shooting a sizable beam of light unseen from its previous use against them. The pronounced shot sped forth and was already upon Seidon's mass. Travis was unsure how effective his shot was but he hopped his intention was knocking out Seidon's defenses would come through, leaving him open for Raiya's own attack.
Making good on his statement, Travis casted a projection spell used earlier to decipher Seidon's runic lock. As how the lock was holographical disassembled so did the rifle as well. Aside from the obvious mechanical workings, he quickly narrowed down a number of systematic spells and runes put in place. The multiple characters installed into the inner framework alluded to the weaponizing of an offered mana amount before being fired by the rifle's own mechanical physics in conjunction with the main casting rune. Travis marveled at the design and was pleased at the intrical working of how the weapon worked. While he morally didn't support it, he could not deny it's splendid composition of magic and mechanisms.
Sure enough, Nemo was right about the amplifying portion of the rifle that made it deadly. He soon found the verse section that helped magnify the shot's power as it was casted. Without it, the ensuing discharge would have had little kick to it and if anything, only carried enough punch to perhaps knock someone down but not actually injure them in the process. Luckily, the amplifier was integrated with the rifle but its considerable complexity made the weapon difficult to use if one didn't properly know how it worked. But for Travis, seeing the artificial blueprint was the same as reading an instruction manual.
It was then that Zoey finally reappeared with his mana crystals seemingly filled and recharged, "Thanks, Zoey. I owe ya," said Travis as he retrieved the crystals back from her.
Per Nemo's orders, Zoey was already on the move again and engaged into a diversionary tactic while Nemo and Raiya began planning and processing their next moves. While having figured the mana-empowered flintlock out, Travis soon came upon a strange realization of the maan crystals he had received back from Zoey. They felt much colder than he had anticipated and gave off an unusual aura that he hadn't anticipated on encountering. It was clear her method of recharging the receptacles was much different than how he had done so previously. However whether they were any more effective than before was unknown to him. Unfortunately he quickly realized that he had no time to inquire Zoey of her handiwork as Seidon as another, much larger tidal wave than before came barreling down on top them.
"Oh, here we go again." Travis growled as he reactively summoned up several cryo runes and casted them.
As like last time, the cryogenic vapors spewed forth from their runes and melded with the crashing water, effectively freezing it. However Seidon's wave held more momentum than he expected and preventing Travis' spell from stopping the attack entirely. Instead, the attack caused the frozen portions of the wave to loom over he and Zoey like an arch as the surge of water harried over. The attack eventually passed harmlessly but not before mutating Travis' efforts from stopping Seidon's attack in to consuming a portions of the containers into a mass of ice and this limited their options and assuming new cover.
"Time to go!" Travis openly declared as he broke cover from the frozen containers.
For the moment, Seidon's attention was back on Nemo and soon Raiya as Travis caught her preparing a new and powerful spell. Seeing an opportunity before him, Travis slid in to a small gathering of box before scrambling to aim the Lori's former rifle at Seidon. Having stowed the crystals Zoey had recharged away, Travis decided to bring one of them out to replenish his reserves.
"Alright, just line 'er up...channel the mana" Travis spoke aloud has he been beginning drawing from the sliver-shining mana crystal supply. As he anticipated, the crystal's strange aura over took him briefly and carried an almost alien sensation. It felt empowering but didn't radiate any sense of rushing strength, instead it felt cool and calm. He momentarily thought if this was a bad idea to utilize a crystal bearing unfamiliar qualities but Travis soon disregarded his worries having confirm the rifle was now priming and was ready to fre, "now, cast the spell and let it fly."
Travis felt the stock of the rifle into his right shoulder as the weapon discharged, shooting a sizable beam of light unseen from its previous use against them. The pronounced shot sped forth and was already upon Seidon's mass. Travis was unsure how effective his shot was but he hopped his intention was knocking out Seidon's defenses would come through, leaving him open for Raiya's own attack.
Took a lot longer than I thought but its up. Again, please let me know if I should change anything.
The Captain’s initial question was odd at first. Gue’rach could have reactively gone into specifics regarding his suit’s capabilities but knew better in the end that this was not the time to detail such irrelevant facts and foresaw an intent behind the query. The follow-up question confirmed his suspicion as the Captain sought his opinion and likely his interest about putting a few holes into the attacking ships, provided the firing solutions would be offered from his crew mates.
His suit had minutes previously detected aggressive changes within the Monroe's orientation despite him hardly feeling the effects. He concluded that the ship was taking evasive action in an attempt to escape the pirates efforts in boarding the vessel. Shame. Gue'rach would have liked to have greeted the pirates in person but it was evident that the Captain was not going to give the raiders any advantage over his vessel and would rather fight head-on if necessary. It was the not the fight he had anticipated on, however the notion thrilled the Auval’kotor warrior nevertheless and made him all the more eager to join the fray.
"I would enjoy the challenge," Gue'rach brassly replied.
Gue'rach immediately stowed his weapon to his suit's magnetic seal, seeing as how his Thomu Felma, however dangerous it was to any bipedal organism, would do very little against the hulls of raiding ships, even in their decaying states. With his crewmates probably nearing their analysis of the pirate vessels, he took no relaxation of the situation and hurried over to the hanger's armory, each heavy his footfalls resonating across deck. Pulling back the armory doors revealed a decent collection of ordinance pieces, ranging from hand-operated cannons to spare ship-weaponry and secondaries. He made his choice upon dialing-in the unlock code and authorization for one of the secured weapons, prompting several mechanical arms to unfold and extracted a deployable autocannon from the store's confines. Assisted by his suit's limb enhancers, Gue'rach grabbed and hoisted the heavy piece over his shoulders and began jogging toward the hanger doors.
Upon arriving, he eased the heavy weapon off and rested between his right arm while interacting with the hanger door controls. The facility alarms soon blared with warning beacons beginning to rotating in their respective corners of the hanger, warning any unprepared personnel that the premise was about to be depraved of oxygen in preparation of the hanger doors and their bulkhead seals to unlock and retract for vacuum exposure. Luckily for him, he was the only one present. After the warning had passed, Gue'rach could see his HUD's environmental survey advising him of the declining oxygen levels within the hanger though the report ultimately didn't mean much to him since his suit had already secured a breathable atmosphere for him.
Once the hanger finally became airless and all essential hardware such as the fighters were locked to the floor securely did the last airlocks slide in to the hull along with the doors. Gue'rach's suit, reacting to the encompassing changes of the environment quickly magnetized to the floor's surface just as he began to feel weightlessness of gravity trying to take over him. He grabbed the autocannon again and slowly made his way out the hanger door and on to an extended plank where he then positioned himself and armed the now featherweighted weapon over his arms.
Eventually, the machine known as Nexus soon contacted him with the targeting solution data the Captain had promised earlier. Targeting information quickly filled his HUD, highlighting his quarry designated as Alpha with constantly shifting projectile paths as the Monroe continued down her slippery maneuvers. His suit already began assisting him as he took careful aim at his first target and allowed his crosshairs to sync up with the first solution. As Nexus pointed out, it was clear the pirate vessel in his sights was in bad shape with noticeable structural wear and missing external components. Still space worthy overall but certainly not ideal for combat, especially for what it was about to endure.
"Very well," Gue'rach responed with a hint of insistent glee, "they'll rue they day they've chosen their prey so poorly!"
Having been granted the order to engage, Geu'rach wasted no time and squeezed the firing mechanism of autocannon. Despite the effects of the vacuum of space suppressing all sound, Gue'rach could still register the muffled localized discharge of the weapon firing. A second passed by and the round went right on target, penetrating the hull of the pirate ship's low bow and instantaneously detonating. The ensuing explosion tore a noticeable hole in to the vessel as fragments of the weakened hull became spaceborne thanks the ensuring decompression.
Gue'rach roared in triumph as he set loose another shot, this one driving in to the starboard section and blasting out a large gash into the ship. The savage result exposed two decks to the void and threw anything that wasn't properly sealed in out in to space. The exact amount of damage or casualties he was inflicting was unbeknownst to him from his distant position, whoever he remained focused on each solution and continued his assault upon the injured raider, progressively dismantling the Monroe's foe with each successful impact.
His suit had minutes previously detected aggressive changes within the Monroe's orientation despite him hardly feeling the effects. He concluded that the ship was taking evasive action in an attempt to escape the pirates efforts in boarding the vessel. Shame. Gue'rach would have liked to have greeted the pirates in person but it was evident that the Captain was not going to give the raiders any advantage over his vessel and would rather fight head-on if necessary. It was the not the fight he had anticipated on, however the notion thrilled the Auval’kotor warrior nevertheless and made him all the more eager to join the fray.
"I would enjoy the challenge," Gue'rach brassly replied.
Gue'rach immediately stowed his weapon to his suit's magnetic seal, seeing as how his Thomu Felma, however dangerous it was to any bipedal organism, would do very little against the hulls of raiding ships, even in their decaying states. With his crewmates probably nearing their analysis of the pirate vessels, he took no relaxation of the situation and hurried over to the hanger's armory, each heavy his footfalls resonating across deck. Pulling back the armory doors revealed a decent collection of ordinance pieces, ranging from hand-operated cannons to spare ship-weaponry and secondaries. He made his choice upon dialing-in the unlock code and authorization for one of the secured weapons, prompting several mechanical arms to unfold and extracted a deployable autocannon from the store's confines. Assisted by his suit's limb enhancers, Gue'rach grabbed and hoisted the heavy piece over his shoulders and began jogging toward the hanger doors.
Upon arriving, he eased the heavy weapon off and rested between his right arm while interacting with the hanger door controls. The facility alarms soon blared with warning beacons beginning to rotating in their respective corners of the hanger, warning any unprepared personnel that the premise was about to be depraved of oxygen in preparation of the hanger doors and their bulkhead seals to unlock and retract for vacuum exposure. Luckily for him, he was the only one present. After the warning had passed, Gue'rach could see his HUD's environmental survey advising him of the declining oxygen levels within the hanger though the report ultimately didn't mean much to him since his suit had already secured a breathable atmosphere for him.
Once the hanger finally became airless and all essential hardware such as the fighters were locked to the floor securely did the last airlocks slide in to the hull along with the doors. Gue'rach's suit, reacting to the encompassing changes of the environment quickly magnetized to the floor's surface just as he began to feel weightlessness of gravity trying to take over him. He grabbed the autocannon again and slowly made his way out the hanger door and on to an extended plank where he then positioned himself and armed the now featherweighted weapon over his arms.
Eventually, the machine known as Nexus soon contacted him with the targeting solution data the Captain had promised earlier. Targeting information quickly filled his HUD, highlighting his quarry designated as Alpha with constantly shifting projectile paths as the Monroe continued down her slippery maneuvers. His suit already began assisting him as he took careful aim at his first target and allowed his crosshairs to sync up with the first solution. As Nexus pointed out, it was clear the pirate vessel in his sights was in bad shape with noticeable structural wear and missing external components. Still space worthy overall but certainly not ideal for combat, especially for what it was about to endure.
"Very well," Gue'rach responed with a hint of insistent glee, "they'll rue they day they've chosen their prey so poorly!"
Having been granted the order to engage, Geu'rach wasted no time and squeezed the firing mechanism of autocannon. Despite the effects of the vacuum of space suppressing all sound, Gue'rach could still register the muffled localized discharge of the weapon firing. A second passed by and the round went right on target, penetrating the hull of the pirate ship's low bow and instantaneously detonating. The ensuing explosion tore a noticeable hole in to the vessel as fragments of the weakened hull became spaceborne thanks the ensuring decompression.
Gue'rach roared in triumph as he set loose another shot, this one driving in to the starboard section and blasting out a large gash into the ship. The savage result exposed two decks to the void and threw anything that wasn't properly sealed in out in to space. The exact amount of damage or casualties he was inflicting was unbeknownst to him from his distant position, whoever he remained focused on each solution and continued his assault upon the injured raider, progressively dismantling the Monroe's foe with each successful impact.
I'll have my next post up later this evening.
I already have a post mostly typed out. I should have it ready later tonight.
Also I assume we're 'weapons free'?
Also I assume we're 'weapons free'?
Post is finally up. Please let me know if I need to correct anything - I just got done very late over here.
Geu’rach Koh Ve’tame sat at the center of his dimmed-lighted quarters, bathed in the light of the only ceiling lamp presently active within the room. His massive form remained still and quite against the ambient humming of the ship while he seated himself crisscrossed upon the cold metal floor. Gue'rach's head was leveled downwards, eyes closed, and pointed a meter away from the palms of his conjoined hands. Flanking around him were a duo of small plates emanating fumes of incense that rose and clouded his atmosphere.
It was his hour of meditation; a routine activity he participated once every single day. It was the moment for him to collect his thoughts and find the inner peace to lose himself, surrendering his mind in to a trance state. Aside from the few hours of natural rest he would allow himself, this was the only other session of idleness a Auval’kotor warrior was allowed. The meditation he undertook, believed and honored by the majority of his people, was the time to alleviate himself of stress and to remove the negative thoughts that could influence his state of mind and hinder his performance. The Auval’kotor regarded such elements as distractions, deserving to be cast aside in favor for peak awareness and readiness should the time for duty or conflict be nearby.
Apparently, it was conflict that came crashing in.
The Monroe had suddenly shook violently, dislodging and tossing anything that was not secured to the walls or floor. This had unfortunately thrown his favorite incense plates in the hard metal walls, breaking both of them and scattering their remains all over his quarters. Gue'rach on the other hand merely leaned to one side where gravity and momentum had tried to push him towards. However, he remained in his position, nearly unfazed by the ordeal and not even once responded to the screeching sound of the Monroe prematurely leaving hyperspace. What did however claim a response from him was the tragic end to the small plates that now laid in pieces all over the floor. The Auval’kotor gave a rumbling groan of disapproval before all four of his unamused eyes finally opened, effectively ending his meditation.
The ship's internal alarms blared through the decks, signalling that trouble was nearby. The sound from earlier was one Geu'rach was familiar with. Unless the Monroe's hyperdrive had unexpectedly failed, his many combat simulations dictated that the ship had been unwillingly pulled from the realm of faster-than-light travel. It was likely a device or a vessel had fabricated a dimensional distortion that so happened to have lied in the ships FTL route, thus forcing the Monroe back in to the normal space; either scenario was unwelcomely bad. Captain Raymond Chase's voice eventually boomed in over the ship's comms and declared that pirates were engaging the Monroe before ordering everyone to perform their tasks. Having served under several different Shipmasters, Gue'rach found intrigue in how the Captain set everyone to work. In a spot like this, a Auval’kotor "captain" would have rallied the crew and troops in an inspiring speech, promising glory before followed by an ancient song echoed throughout the vessel by all the personnel in anticipation. Humans, or rather this one in particular was simply got to the point; Geu'rach could equally respect that.
Soon after the Captain's order had completed did another though unrecognized voice break through the comms. The quality of the transmission was poor and laced with static; clearly originating from one of the pirate vessels. The pirate that addressed the crew of the Monroe beckoned them surrender without putting up a fight. The notion nearly made Geu'rach bellow in laughter. While the Auval’kotor philosophy held room for such a concept, the idea of out rightly demanding one's capitulation without proving their strength was deemed nonsensical and occasional warranted the aggressive re-education of the subject.
While making his way to the hanger as fast as he could without colliding in to the narrow and more Human-friendly portals and archways, Geu'rach took quick notice of one of the pirate frigates maneuvering in closer to the Monroe. Before the pirate could confirm it over the comms, he quickly deduced that pirate raiders sought to board the ship. The circumstance the motion was presented pleased the Auval’kotor as a toothy grin form upon his closed maw.
They've come to die, he thought just as he made it to the ship's hanger.
Some time ago, he had adopted a portion of the hanger, specifically a spot unclaimed by any of the parked fighter craft as his own sparring ring. So far, nobody appeared to have mined its inconsequential re-utilization. Yet. However, it did prove to be the only place he could practice with his Thomu Felma or his Rugok. The more wieldy Rugok was simple and small enough to employ without any risk damaging any of the fighters or any of the equipment and superstructure. The Thomu Felma on the other hand was a definite risk that demanded quite some care in how it was used. While in its blade form, the weapon was practically the same size of a typical biped, typically anyone shorter than he was. While he luckily practiced with it without the main blade fully powered, he nerveless exercised the utmost care in wielding it. Furthermore, the unclaimed space also paid host to his locker off to the side.
He gave no time for reprieve and rushed over to his locker while the fighters stationed in the hanger bay were being automatically prepped in the background. Just as he dialed in his access code, he then turned his back to the locker just as its armored exterior retracted and revealed the contents within. Several mechanical arms sprang loose from the hold and embraced Geu'rach with segments of a powered suit. His initial uniform he currently wore bore several nodes up and down his body where each strip and part winded and magnetized in securely. The weight briefly poured on as more alloy added to the frame work but after the constructed suit's main power source was finally inserted did many of the suit's limb-enhancers engaged, relieving him of the mounted load. The final piece soon came into place as it overtook his head and face and securing to his upper-jaw line. The only few seconds of darkness he gazed in to was soon lit up by his activated HUD, already setting out in marking objects of interest.
Taking his Rugok to his left holster and the Thomu Felma in to his grasps, his suit's OS finally cleared him for combat readiness. Question was however, what to do? One of the pirate frigate was soon about to, or at least, try to dock with the Monroe with other moving up to cut their ship off only to be matched by the ship's armament soon ready to be let loose. Quite the situation with little in the ways of making things any less messier, a fact Geu'rach clearly didn't mind at all. Until the guns of the Monroe finally opened up, the Auval’kotor figured his presence would be more valuable in intercepting any boarders, assuming they could carry it out.
"Captain," Gue'rach began as he admitted his heavy voice over ship's secured comms while expressing his best Basic he could muster, "where shall you have me? I am armed and well prepared."
It was his hour of meditation; a routine activity he participated once every single day. It was the moment for him to collect his thoughts and find the inner peace to lose himself, surrendering his mind in to a trance state. Aside from the few hours of natural rest he would allow himself, this was the only other session of idleness a Auval’kotor warrior was allowed. The meditation he undertook, believed and honored by the majority of his people, was the time to alleviate himself of stress and to remove the negative thoughts that could influence his state of mind and hinder his performance. The Auval’kotor regarded such elements as distractions, deserving to be cast aside in favor for peak awareness and readiness should the time for duty or conflict be nearby.
Apparently, it was conflict that came crashing in.
The Monroe had suddenly shook violently, dislodging and tossing anything that was not secured to the walls or floor. This had unfortunately thrown his favorite incense plates in the hard metal walls, breaking both of them and scattering their remains all over his quarters. Gue'rach on the other hand merely leaned to one side where gravity and momentum had tried to push him towards. However, he remained in his position, nearly unfazed by the ordeal and not even once responded to the screeching sound of the Monroe prematurely leaving hyperspace. What did however claim a response from him was the tragic end to the small plates that now laid in pieces all over the floor. The Auval’kotor gave a rumbling groan of disapproval before all four of his unamused eyes finally opened, effectively ending his meditation.
The ship's internal alarms blared through the decks, signalling that trouble was nearby. The sound from earlier was one Geu'rach was familiar with. Unless the Monroe's hyperdrive had unexpectedly failed, his many combat simulations dictated that the ship had been unwillingly pulled from the realm of faster-than-light travel. It was likely a device or a vessel had fabricated a dimensional distortion that so happened to have lied in the ships FTL route, thus forcing the Monroe back in to the normal space; either scenario was unwelcomely bad. Captain Raymond Chase's voice eventually boomed in over the ship's comms and declared that pirates were engaging the Monroe before ordering everyone to perform their tasks. Having served under several different Shipmasters, Gue'rach found intrigue in how the Captain set everyone to work. In a spot like this, a Auval’kotor "captain" would have rallied the crew and troops in an inspiring speech, promising glory before followed by an ancient song echoed throughout the vessel by all the personnel in anticipation. Humans, or rather this one in particular was simply got to the point; Geu'rach could equally respect that.
Soon after the Captain's order had completed did another though unrecognized voice break through the comms. The quality of the transmission was poor and laced with static; clearly originating from one of the pirate vessels. The pirate that addressed the crew of the Monroe beckoned them surrender without putting up a fight. The notion nearly made Geu'rach bellow in laughter. While the Auval’kotor philosophy held room for such a concept, the idea of out rightly demanding one's capitulation without proving their strength was deemed nonsensical and occasional warranted the aggressive re-education of the subject.
While making his way to the hanger as fast as he could without colliding in to the narrow and more Human-friendly portals and archways, Geu'rach took quick notice of one of the pirate frigates maneuvering in closer to the Monroe. Before the pirate could confirm it over the comms, he quickly deduced that pirate raiders sought to board the ship. The circumstance the motion was presented pleased the Auval’kotor as a toothy grin form upon his closed maw.
They've come to die, he thought just as he made it to the ship's hanger.
Some time ago, he had adopted a portion of the hanger, specifically a spot unclaimed by any of the parked fighter craft as his own sparring ring. So far, nobody appeared to have mined its inconsequential re-utilization. Yet. However, it did prove to be the only place he could practice with his Thomu Felma or his Rugok. The more wieldy Rugok was simple and small enough to employ without any risk damaging any of the fighters or any of the equipment and superstructure. The Thomu Felma on the other hand was a definite risk that demanded quite some care in how it was used. While in its blade form, the weapon was practically the same size of a typical biped, typically anyone shorter than he was. While he luckily practiced with it without the main blade fully powered, he nerveless exercised the utmost care in wielding it. Furthermore, the unclaimed space also paid host to his locker off to the side.
He gave no time for reprieve and rushed over to his locker while the fighters stationed in the hanger bay were being automatically prepped in the background. Just as he dialed in his access code, he then turned his back to the locker just as its armored exterior retracted and revealed the contents within. Several mechanical arms sprang loose from the hold and embraced Geu'rach with segments of a powered suit. His initial uniform he currently wore bore several nodes up and down his body where each strip and part winded and magnetized in securely. The weight briefly poured on as more alloy added to the frame work but after the constructed suit's main power source was finally inserted did many of the suit's limb-enhancers engaged, relieving him of the mounted load. The final piece soon came into place as it overtook his head and face and securing to his upper-jaw line. The only few seconds of darkness he gazed in to was soon lit up by his activated HUD, already setting out in marking objects of interest.
Taking his Rugok to his left holster and the Thomu Felma in to his grasps, his suit's OS finally cleared him for combat readiness. Question was however, what to do? One of the pirate frigate was soon about to, or at least, try to dock with the Monroe with other moving up to cut their ship off only to be matched by the ship's armament soon ready to be let loose. Quite the situation with little in the ways of making things any less messier, a fact Geu'rach clearly didn't mind at all. Until the guns of the Monroe finally opened up, the Auval’kotor figured his presence would be more valuable in intercepting any boarders, assuming they could carry it out.
"Captain," Gue'rach began as he admitted his heavy voice over ship's secured comms while expressing his best Basic he could muster, "where shall you have me? I am armed and well prepared."
@Jones Sparrow
Space suits you say? Now I desire the moment Geu'rach going full Drax and magnetizing to the hull of one of the fighters and becoming a living gun turret.
Space suits you say? Now I desire the moment Geu'rach going full Drax and magnetizing to the hull of one of the fighters and becoming a living gun turret.
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