Shots were fired in distance. Shar perked her ears and her tail suddenly stood still for a fraction of a seconds, then she was on move. Her body moving on its own, she started sprinting towards the sounds. She drew her plasma pistole and pressed on.

Deck 3, Forward Section, Main Corridor

It seemed quite obvious that the intruder was surprised at Keri rushing toward them, but that quickly wore off as they side stepped the Kit and brought their sword up to the kit's neck, only to quickly change the direction and slice across the hair - taking a few pieces off and them smacking Keri's sword away with theirs.

Then they sped past them, and came to a stop a few feet away, pivoting quickly on their legs and bringing the sword back into a ready stance. "Is this the best you can do?" taunted the intruder through their helmets speakers, the voice sounding male. The intruder just stood there, waiting for Keri to make the next move.

Mainframe

More status messages appeared, showing what the system was doing and how it was presently storing sensor data and attempting to realign the ships sensors but also clear the static from the system.

Deck 3, near infirmary

Behind Shar, there was the sound of a metallic ring that reverberated down the hallway.

Deck 3, near blast door

The intruders eyes went wide when they saw the My’leke suddenly come charging toward them, their weapon went down for a brief moment in shock, then quickly snapped it back up and started letting loose a hectic spray of fire that only accomplished in showing that their aim was truly not that great.

One shot managed to hit Tite’yanus’s anti-tank module, melting away the targeting system and sending molten metal against his body suit. Another hit his helmet, and melted some of the exterior armor plating and exposing a few of the internal circuits, at most there would be a heat buildup but nothing serious. The remaining shots however just flew past him, splashing across the walls, ceiling, and floor and leaving behind melted metal.

The intruder kept up the fire, getting more and more panic’d before they felt the butt end of Tite’yanus’s anti-tank barrel smash into their chest. Two hundred and twenty pounds of My’leke, combined with the weight of module, caused the intruder’s chest to cave in like it was nothing but air. Rib’s shattered and organs were mashed against the inside of the body; the spine snapping in half when half of their body was pushed ‘under’ the door and left the intruder reeling in pain as they left out a painful, female, scream that punctured the hallway through the person’s helmet speakers.

This person tried to speak, but all that could be heard was gurgling. They tried to move their hand, but found that there was no feeling in it. Blood trickled out of the chest wound, as white medical foam tried to pool around the wound, but both due to the size and the zero-g environment, all it accomplished in doing was leaking out into the air and forming white goblets of goo that floated away.

Bridge

As the shockwave subsided and the radiation from the nuclear explosion began to dissipate, sensors were slowly starting to return. Some displayed sporadic data showing debris in the area along with small rocks and pieces of ships.

The IDS was still out, displaying nothing but static all around the ship.

Sa’kira scowled. “Keep her steady,” she said to Def as the ship rumbled under the shockwave. There was a lot of rumbling going on, and Sa’kira couldn’t tell it was due to the damage the ship had sustained or something else. “See what sensors we have please,” she said, “and scan the general area.”

Deck 3, Blast Door

Tite'Yanus ignored the weapons fire coming at him and rammed into the chest of the intruder, feeling her chest and bones give way beneath the weight and power of him and his armor. Jumping back, Tite watched as she writhed in pain, tempted to save her so he could make her talk. Though it didn't seem like there was anything he could do, he radioed in via his comm.

"Shipmistress, intruder neutralized. I'm gonna need a medical team on Deck 3 if we want her to live."

She was on her way when sound much too resembling two swords clashing could be hear by her. It was not very far too, so rather then go inspect the fired shots, Shar decided to move there. Black furred Daur sprinted as fast as she could.

She slid sideways to the intersection to see small kit, she saw in the restaurant and tall Laibe. They both have their sword in their hands and obviously were fighting.

"OY!" Shar shouted their way. "Arseface! Why dontchu fight someone your own size," she shouted at the Laibe and drew her knife. She could not use her pistol for risk of hurting the kit. Knife should be enough anyway, not that much room for sword in the hallway.

Deck 3, Forward Section, Main Corridor


The intruder let out a throty laugh when they saw Shar pull out a knife. "And you think that will be enough to take me down?" it asked, placing it's free hand onto it's back and pulling out a second sword form a hidden sheath.

It held the sword up int a challenging jester, pointing the end toward Shar and then toward Keri. "It'll take more than just the two of you to take me down, but you're more than welcome to try," it said as the ship rumbled slightly from the activity outside, despite having it's gravity boots engaged, they could feel it. Glancing slightly up at the ceiling, partly distracted by something that Shar nor Keri could see or hear.

Deck 3, near blast door

Tite'yanus's communicator chimed as he received the following message:

Deck 3, Forward Section, Main Corridor

Keri stifled a grimace at just how close his head had come to rolling across the deck -- he's briefly glanced towards the silver-white fur that now drifted towards the floor. He had miscalculated and foolishly underestimated his opponent. If not for the fact that the enemy seemed to obtain some perverse enjoyment from toying with him, the kit would already be a corpse.

Temporarily abandoning offense in favour of a defensive pose, Keri'cruen once more raised his sword and put himself on guard against any strikes from the Laibe. He was not only at a physical disadvantage, but the enemies skill seemed to equal or surpass his own -- odds were too far out of favour for him to hope to prevail alone. His fortune seemed to improve a measure though, when one of the other Gam'trosha crewmembers -- Shar'ica-- arrived just in time to lend him aid.



The kit's relief was short-lived though, as the enemy pulled another blade free from a hidden sheath and faced the two soldiers with apparent disregard for their skills. Keri swollowed. He had fought against dual-blade users before -- but their opponent seemed a skilled killer -- and fighting a duel in competition was a far cry from a life-and-death struggle.

Keri's mental struggle to decide whether to try and press an attack now that Shar'ica was present became interrupted then -- whilst still in a defensive stance, Keri followed the enemy Laibe's gaze slightly upward towards the ceiling.

Shar knew this was not going to be easy. Zero G in the halls was messing things up. If they were in gravity, she would probably had easier times dealing that that arrogant prick, but here? This won't be too easy, especially when she has only a knife. She could try to shoot him down, but his armored suit could protect him, not to mention she could hit the kit.

Shar started walking toward the enemy, her body posture was relaxed. He had two swords and Shar hated people using two swords. What show-offs. She though, two swords were liability. Free hand was much more useful in the fight.

"Oh hell, I could use a smoke right now!" She said to keep herself even relaxed and to make enemy nervous. Shar herself was not afraid, not at all. Some stupid terrorist would not frighten her. Yes he could kill her, but she did not care about that anyway.

When Shar noticed her enemy looked up, she took the chance. Or bait, he might be ready for her, but she did not care. Shar rushed forward, quickly slashing her knife at one of the enemy's wrist, ready to bend back to avoid, any incoming counter-attack.

Deck 3, Forward Section, Main Corridor


"So.. I've outstayed my welcome," muttered the intruder before they cought movement out of the corner of their eye and just barely avoided the knife from Shar, though the intruder already knew it was a poor weapon to use against an armored suit, but when they noticed where the knife was going they couldn't help but smile at least a small bit that the aim was directed toward one of the very 'few' weak points in the armor. Gotta be a marine.. or perhaps a swordsman? thought the intruder as they spun around on their heels and slammed the back of their elbow into Shar's back to push her away from them.

Then they looked over at Keri and grinned. "Kit scared out of his mind? Or has your mother not weened you yet?" They taunted, waiting for the child go give them the opening they'd need to incapacitate and then get out of the ship.

Gam'trosha

The ship began to shudder violently, anything unsecured came crashing down to the deck. In the infirmary, what few medical supplies were there were coming off the shelves and crashing onto the ground, syringes shattered into hundreds of pieces, bottles broke, and cases of bandages popped open.

Bridge

Def'leor slammed her console with her left fist to give vent to her frustration. "Yes Mistress, I will do my best to stabilize the ship, but I fear we may have bigger issues." she replied.

She mentally reviewed her calculations, while trying to get any response from the sensors. They barely had any working sensors prior to this detonation. But what had her more concerned was the proximity. The Gam'Trosha should not have been anywhere near the detonation point. She expected the ship to be buffeted on its exit vector, but nothing like what they experienced. That meant at least one of the nuclear missiles either malfunctioned and went off course, or someone targeted them. Recalling the disappearance of the ship that had been trying to contact them, the later was the more likely.

She sent a command to re-initialize the sensor systems. It was possible that cycling them might clear any faults caused by the proximity of the blast and give the systems a chance to recover. While waiting for that, she pulled up the external visual systems and used that to stabilize the wounded ships attitude in space, and work on getting out of the danger zone.

Thanks to the armoured suit, her back were fine with being hit by his elbow. It was still quite a punch, but nothing too dangerous. Shar walked another few steps and quickly turned around. Laibe's cocky attitude will be his downfall, today or another day, if Shar won't be lucky or good enough. At least now she had Keri right next to her and that meant she had clear line of fire.

As soon as she finished turning she tossed her knife at the enemy. That was merely distraction, something to get him busy, while her hand went down to he belt. Shar's fingers wrapped around the holstered plasma pistol's grip. With gentle yank the pistol left the holster and quickly started being aimed up in direction of the Laibe. Without wasting any time Shar started firing.

First shot went out as soon as the pistol was in the direction of enemy, aiming vaguely at his pelvis and thigs. When Shar pulled the trigger for second time she was already holding pistol with both hands aiming at enemy's chest. Slight recoil helped put the pistol even upper as Shar fired third shot at Laibe's face. Just as she was trained. Three shots, two at the body, one in the head.