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RP [Task Force Inquisition] Mission 1, Space Phase - Don't Fear the Reaper

Akane weaved the fighter in and out as Aoi worked frantically to resolve a firing solution on the missle pods that would allow the Squadron to strike as one. As the Chaos unfolded around them the two Neko were calm, doing what they did best. Akane aggressively flying their fighter and Aoi ignoring the dangerously close weapons fire as she worked with the sensors. "I got it! Transmitting coordinates and timing now!" She exclaimed as she pushed the information out to the rest of the fighters.

As the moments counted down, Akane maneuvered her fighter into the position required for them all to strike as one against the target. There was sharp maneuvering as the fighter almost seemed to appear in position just in time for her to hit the fire button, blasting away at the vulnerability that Aoi had exposed.
 
Space

As soon as Akira would exit from the ftl bubble Akira would direct the action in a tactician manner. She did not try to micromanage as she trusted her section leaders to carry out her orders, which in part were her best attempts to carry out the vision of their commanding officer. "These designs might be old, but that does not make them any less deadly. Do not underestimate them" She would say over their comms.

So when Kurosora took a hit for her, she cursed to herself for focusing too much on monitoring the section leads.

"Thank you, but be careful. You guys can survive without me. The kitties cannot survive without you!"

Akira would say in a light reprimand, as she fired her weapons at the source of the beam attack. One part vengeance for her NCO, one part to refocus her mind.

Akira for the rest of the battle would take a bit of a backseat, issuing out movements of sections to counter the erratic behavior of the remaining forces. Ultimately she wanted them to be cleaned up in as fast and efficient manner so the wounded can be attended to. The mindies were okay at keeping someone alive in the vaccum of space. But it could not do it forever.
 
YSS Shinigami
Power Armor Bay


It was at this moment that an enterprising NCO within the PA bay stomped forwards and wrenched the manual release to the outside. "Cap will be busy, let's get the fuck out there and get them off us!" The taller-model Neko roared, jumping and rocketing through the doors as they crept open, just managing not to clip the sides. Once on the outside, she could be seen pacing across the hull itself, directly towards the nearest breach where a dozen power armors were levering back the plates of metal like the lid of a can.

What those inside the PA bay beheld was nothing short of a hellscape, the type of conflict only a fleet and not a single ship could see. Hunks of flaming debris the size of planetoids span over themselves, smashing Lamias and asteroids as they did. Enemies buzzed around the carnage, as far into the distance as they appeared like motes of dust in a ray of sunlight.

YSS Shinigami
Bridge


The situation was dire, objectively so. They were alone and in disarray, most systems running on backup power as the main systems struggled to recover. It was time for decisive action, Shosho Kier nodding to her Chief, "You can do one better than that, Kita." With that, their stalwart Admiral stood, pacing over to the few storage lockers behind her. Yanking open the never-opened containers, the contents were revealed to the Bridge crew - small arms and emergency equipment. "We're falling back from the Bridge. We're going to need every hand working if we're going to pull through."

Kimberly grasped a standard pistol, holding it by her side as she turned to the others. "Arm yourselves and report to your secondary stations, if you have any. If not, follow me to the nearest breach. Use the damage control stations and sound-powered telephones to communicate, datapads to perform whatever duties you had to here." Reluctantly, the tall Neko sighted their helmsman, "I'm sorry but you need to stay here and pull us out as soon as you can." Kier scooped up an environmental suit, in case of vaccum, barking finally. "Let's move."

YSS Shinigami
Interior


The halls and passages of the Shinigami were in utter discord, orders flying as overwhelmed officers attempted to muster their scattered forces. Raging fires and sealed bulkheads were numerous as Moesashi and the firing teams sprinted in formation through the corridors, the crimson red on their HUDs rapidly approaching. Decks 110, 70, 65, 64, and 50.

They had reached 70, 65 and 64, only able to spit thrice with their numbers, the scarlet warning tone blinking out as they reached the faults. The highest of them bore a jagged hole in a corridor at least ten feet wide, seven hostiles prowling the interior and searching for squishy Yamataians to kill. Sixty-five appeared to be some sort of fighter craft that had smashed itself recklessly into the hull, pilot slumped inside, alive yet breathing heavily. They had ploughed into a store room it seemed. As the group on the lowest entered the scene, it was one of red painted across the walls and ceiling. A medbay, the injured lying sprawled across their beds or slumped upon the floor in pools of their own lifeblood. Towards the far end of the room, a power armored fist was squeezing the neck of a poor Santo Hei medic as she squirmed, kicking against its hard carapace. The Lamia turned abruptly to the newcomers, holding her out in front of them like a human shield. Injured, unconcious soldiers lay in beds around the tango, only three of all the others still alive and within a couple of feet from the murderer.

Space

As Shasse's breath grew still, her finger catching the trigger, a bolt of energy arced from the weapon she had held so steady despite the chaos around her. Just as the Lamia reached with their hooked fingers to capture the unconcious Fumiko, the shot leaped forth between their silhoettes, punching through the helpless soldier as if she was nothing. Viscera erupted behind her lifeless corpse as the enemies grabbed at their now useless captive, balls of blood and flesh freezing to shards as they picked up speed and soared away.

It seemed they weren't going to let this insult go, what appeared to be the leader's head snapping up to where the attack had come from, the group discarding their trophy and raising their rifles. Shasse would quickly be under fire if she didn't react, more of them likely all around. Jaime would spot a fighter approaching from below her comrade, charging its weapons as the craft soared upwards.

Across the battlefield, Aoi and Akane were pivotal in the plume of fighters holding tight pattern around the vicinity of the Shinigami. Aoi's firing solution quickly being forwarded through their squadron commander to all other fighters they could reach, including the Sargas twins and Kyoi. The duo in question were blazing through clouds of the enemy with their impressive teamworking, preventing at least one breach all by themselves. Kyoi, the demon fox, had already made short work of half an enemy squadron, though it seemed the other half was coming in fast. Five of them, their shots whizzing by as they came up ahead of her.

As Akane let loose their entire arsenal, missles and rockets began to arc from a wide swathe of space from a number of scattered Mamushis. Streaks of vibrant colour trailed behind the weapons of war as they rapidly approached the target - the underside of the last remaining battleship the enemy had to bear. Once this went down, all that was left were small craft and two moderately-sized carriers. However, their opposition wouldn't let up; all those who brought attention to themselves from the offense were immediately jumped on with renewed vigor.

Arika would spy a wing of three approaching the Kikyo as she flailed, just about managing to stop herself as they fired at her, their shots being absorbed by the Hei's shields. She was going to need help, too far from the main force to get support unless someone interfered.
 
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YSS Shinigami
Hallways


Moesashi raised her left hand, motioning for the armored group to slow. She kept her head on a swivel, up and down. The readings in the area were becoming much clearer, with hostiles spread about several bays. "We have multiple targets!"

The short but heavily-armored Engineer lowered her arm, pointing it in several directions. "Bays 70 and 64 have squadrons of unidentified lifeforms, 'and 65 has high concentrations of heat."

Yama turned around, keeping up the pace. She spoke with a rather excited. "I'll take Bay 70, with whoever wishes to stand with me. Divide and conquer!" With that, she moved on down the hall.

Bay 70

The first thing one would learn about ground teams, even those in Yamatais majestic Rikugun, is that stealth is an optional tactic. It's not a bad tactic, but admittedly Daisies weren't manufactured with the "deft touch" in mind. Moesashi taking up the offensive front, the small group marched into Bay 70 with almost catlike tread.

In laymens terms, Moesashi rounded the corner in her green armor, and targeted the right-most hostile with a face-melting stream of white-hot plasma from her screeching flamethrower.
 
SPACE

Shasse watched the shot as time seemed to slow down around her, its path was straight and true despite how she had longed to miss. The neko shed a tear watching her own skills be put to work against her comrade and shut her eyes, blocking out the sound and sight of the battlefield and trying to pretend it wasn't real. The faint impact of a small chunk of twisted mindy bumping into her helmet softly was enough to snap her back to the task at hand and the little neko jetted away towards the Shinigami, hoping to evade any return fire from the lamia squad.

"Emiko-Hei to the Shinigam bridge. I'm en route to assist with anti boarding efforts, my team was split up and wiped out, I don't think any made it out." She spoke into her comms while engaging the teleporter to zap within flying range of the ship which was filling with enemies. Raising her rifle once more the neko took several more shots at the leader looking armours she could see around one breach before reloading and changing position.

SHINIGAMI Interior

Miles had been swept up in the chaotic mess of soldiers all rushing in different directions to repel boarders, being a medic he was something of a commodity on the ship and everyone wanted a medic with them going into battle it seemed. Within moments he was knocked to the floor by another group rushing past and instead of repeating the process simply floated up above the rest and looked for his original squad and his brother.
 
YSS Shinigami
Power Armor Bay


Miko bolted out of the power armor bay right behind the NCO. His drones detached off his back and started to blast anything that looked remotely unfriendly. It took Miko a few minutes of just flying around to get his heading. The amount of chaos outside the ship was something one might see in a movie. The ship was burning and getting busted into. The enemy was buzzing around it like bees from a pissed off hive.

A smile crossed his face as plans started to form in his head. He eyed the NCO going after a breach team and thought this to be a good idea. The drones attached back onto his back as his mindy's thrusters fired up. It was time to play dirty. The thrusters fired up and he was off. Using the added thruster power of the drones he would be very hard to hit. His aether blade was at the ready, a long powerful blade. He flew in close to the ship. So close that the tip of his sword sizzled against the hull of the ship. In the blink of an eye he reached the breach crew. His smile turned into a grin as he remembered the trouble he and Alastair use to get into. Like the one time they drove around and smashed mail boxes. He hoped that training would help here, where instead of mailbox bashing, he was bashing heads.
 
Space

Akane deftly wove the fighter in and out of the swirling dogfight. Five fighters tried to jump them, but Akane used their numbers against them. She was free to shoot at any of them, while they had to try to avoid shooting each other. One tried to get a missile lock, but Aoi shut it down from her seat behind Akane. The rest of the squadron joined them, shreading the remaining fighters apart. However, Aoi was starting to get the feeling that the enemies suspected the two Neko fighter of being the source of many of their woes.
 
Jamie soon spotted the incoming fighter, gripping her rifle tightly. Having her Power Armor turn towards it, she took aim at The craft about to attack her comrade. She could feel her blood boiling in anger. The armor clad neko wasted no more time in pressing the trigger. Bright blasts of aether started illuminating the space around her as they flew right towards the enemy craft.

Jamie stared down at the incoming craft with so much hatred, She felt like she could fly down and rip the craft appart piece by piece. The angry side of her bipolar and volatile personality was slowly taking over. She gave out a growl as she basically spammed that trigger.
 
YSS Shinigami
Bridge


Noboyuki gulped, but pushed down the tinge of fear; he, as the chief of all things engineering, cannot afford to let this ship go down like the others! Besides, he liked being in the vast internals of a Sharie's engineering room. Noisy, busy, and so full of strong and friendly people. Though he is more than sure everyone there would be panicking... This Minkan right here cannot fail everyone now!

"Understood, captain!" The chief engineer grabbed what he needed with utmost urgency. The data pad, the environmental suit, the weapons, his pens, and whatever else Noboyuki might need. "I will do whatever I must and with no further delay! For Yamatai!"

Withoug further delay, just like he said, the brave engineer took off. With a service pistol in his hand, he was ready to go to Engineering to assist those who serve under him. He just hoped he would have it easy.

... Really, really, REALLY hoped he'd have it easy!
 
YSS Shinigami
Deck 64


Arinori Sora's loadout was powerful, durable, and altogether devastating. Her barrier module's shield reinforcement could make her an unstoppable force on an otherwise-even playing field, her Gatling rifle shredded armors and even starfighters with ease, and the towering figure of the Patrician Elysian was intimidating to everyone around her.

So when she learned that the group needed to split up, Sora had to make her decision carefully. Deck 70 was already being covered by several people. Deck 65 was unknown. Deck 64... Deck 64 had a large concentration of medical bays. Fragile medical centers full of fragile Nekovalkyria, injured and unharmed alike.

Medical Bay

Sora crashed through the door with a yell, demanding the attention of everybody in the room - friend and foe alike. The first thing she even saw was a practicioner of medicine being choked out. The unshielded, yet armored Elysian charged forward, sweeping her rapid-fire cannon low at the Lamia's legs and making to tackle it, pushing he medic out of her way the best she could to avoid making a Neko sandwich. Arm-cannons igniting, each opportunity Sora could get was taken to fire them right into the chest of her grappling opponent.

Space

Armin and Arcturus, inseparable from each other, mirrored their actions in a corkscrew maneuver. Their payload was away right now - and the fighters relatively next to them were a bit of a priority.

Streaks of screaming energy sizzled angrily through the vacuum towards a nearby group of enemy fighters, aimed just ahead of them - leading. A few of the shots went wide to catch someone trying to dodge them cleverly. Combined, the Sargases had three torpedoes left - but that wasn't going to last long with the battle's current situation.
 
Space

"All infantry regroup at these coordinates." Akira said as she highlighted a point near the Kikyo. "We are spread too thin. Sections 1 and 2, harrass the three attacking the Kikyo. 8 and 9 defend the Shinigami. The rest, begin to screen the fleet against boarders. We need to start pushing them back. Keep your heads on a swivel."

She said over their comm channel as she raised her weapon and began taking shots at the 3 approaching the ship.
 
Shuttle - Inbound on the YSS Shinigami

Midori had been a bit surprised, yet excited all at the same time. Of course her face never reflected the emotions she felt as she was handed new orders, orders that placed her on a ship directly in combat operations. While the return to the Samurai years ago had been a blessing to her broken heart and mind, Midori had soon grown bored of the planetary assignments. She had always been on a ship, between both her own experiences and those of the traitorous clone of her that had left the empire.

But those thoughts were pointless now. She had been sent orders to be sent to the task force that had been assigned with a mission to the south. She had reviewed as much as she could during her trip in the shuttle on the way, gone over her armor, secured her sword, and otherwise begun reading to pass the time.

Idly she smirked in the back of the shuttle away from the pilot, thinking how funny it would be to just pop into the middle of sone sort of combat. She could remember a few times during her time on the Sakura when transfers had the bad luck of this happening. It had been annoying at the time sure, but in hindsight, it had been funny too.

Little did she know as she felt the shuttle begin to shake somewhat just what she would be getting into...

As the shuttle came into normal space, Midori spit up a bit of the energy bar she was chewing on. A soft growl escaped her lips as the pilot begab to panic.

"Back away from the battle, hold position and if you are threatened, leave." Midori ordered as she stripped herself, shedding her uniform quickly enough and rushing to her suit. She tore the helmet off, checking over the teleportation module once and making sure her shield was near by before she slipped inside. A shiver ran up her spine for a moment as the familiar noises of the suit coming online greated her. She made sure to not active her CFS until she was out of the ship.

Those in command on the Shinigami would see a new pilot infotmation blip, insignificant in the onslaught of information, a tracker blipping up well away from the combat, all pointless information just then.

Midori for her part powered up her suit and shot off towards the Shinigami as she saw that it was seemingly the focus point of the majority of the assault. Her suit's onboard computer gathered as much information as it could for more important points of focus, and saw the warnings on the decks. As she drew closer, Midori was charging her teleportation module, her aether rifle in one hand with a battery pack attached, and her shield in her other hand with multiple battery packs attached to its back. She counted downboth the time and distance until... pop.

YSS Shinigami - Deck 70

Moeashi and Miko would both feel the shuddering thump of teleportation energy wash over them as suddenly there was anither suit among them. The red and white colored plates of armor that adorned the SARAH armor shone brilliantly as Midori's suit immediatly targeted nearby suits. Twin W2091 particle cannons flipped up and over her shoulders, taking aim on two armors and firing vicious bolts of death for the center of mass. As the shits fired off, Midori wasn't idle. Her Aether Rifle lit to life, taking the form of a saber as she went to bash one if the closer armors with her shield, slashing out when she invariably knocked him off balance should she connect.

For both Miko and Moeashi, a small window would pop up in their suits with a bit of information for them on the sudden intruder to their little party. It simply read "Jo Midori" along with a picture of a white haired, red eyed Nekovalkyrja.
 
YSS Shinigami
Bridge

Ensign Jesse Biesecker had until now been sitting quietly at his station, keeping his head down and working quietly out of the anxiety inherent in being at a new post on a military exchange program. But with the ship's systems down, there was no point in staying there. Immediate action had to be taken, and the officer found himself leaping to his feet and drawing his standard issue Nepleslian sidearm before he even had time to fully process what was going on. He rushed to the lockers to hastily kit himself out in all the gear he needed, before moving to follow the Admiral.

"On you, Shosho." That was all he said as he checked his firearm, releasing the magazine to inspect the clip, before sliding it back in with a satisfying click and chambering the first round, then switching off the safety. He looked around the bridge, noting how the others reacted to the situation. In his still-short career, this was only his second combat experience, and a much more dire one than the first. But he was determined to do his best to help save this ship and her crew.
 
Space

Jaime's precise, enranged shots peppered the Yuuko-class aggressor with pinpoint accuracy. It was as if her anger was poured into the projectiles, flashes of light silhoetting her as they smashed into the cockpit one after another, causing the fighter to veer wildly off course, spiralling twice lazily before detonating into a tremendous plume of energy.

Shasse's lack of fire as she retreated didn't serve her well, mind scattered from the trial she had been put through. Jaime's timely assault was the only thing that prevented the attack craft from smearing her across its hull like scarlet paint. That being said, the squadron of hostiles had already span up and jumped on the chance, the leader and his men closing the already small gap with a few quick bursts of speed.

Having had the time she took to shoot to ready themselves, the enemies finally squeezed their triggers, Shasse's shield absorbing the first bolt or two with ease. However, one blast clipped her less-shielded right ankle, breaking through the armor plating and into the soft fleshy interior. She blinked out of existence and back beside one of the breaches, Deck 70. Emiko's attack into the closest armor's chest smashed through it with ease, crimson fluid fountaining into the void of space as the Rixxikor was blasted backwards.

Akira's battlegroup flared their thrusters, jetting forth towards Kikyo even as her lifesigns blinked off like a candle in a storm upon their HUD. "Suzuki-shoi, she's gone.." Her SNCO muttered down comms, Sections 1 and 2 halting their approach and holding their positions, "Orders, ma'am?"

The rest of the squadron filed off under her directive efficiently, filing off to help relieve the onslaught of invaders. A series of battlecries and grunts of pain were signalled down her local comms, Akira's blasts knocking one Lamia flying and driving another off under her excellent suppression.

Miko soared from the power armor bay like a shooting star, overtaking his comrades with ease as they looked on with awe. The warrior left a heated, glowing trail behind him as he raced like a blink of light towards the crimson flashes on his HUD, darting inside. Deck 64.

Fighters

Akane and Aoi were twin scythes of death, a fearful presence making themselves known with a smoldering trail of debris. It was now that final, badly damaged battleship began to swing around to them, turrets spinning lazily before halting, tracing their motion and those of their wing. One after another, missiles sprang free of their moorings, racing down the barrels.

Armin and Arcturus span gracefully through the entropy, the torpedoes they had spared slamming hard into the crippled vessel's bridge, nipping the assault on the Shinigami's other ace fighter. A pulse of energy rippled visibly through the ship, all the windows blowing into space as shattered pieces of hardened glass. A mere moment later, the entire hull erupted in every direction, nought but an expanding globe of flame as its ammunition detonated.

The Sargas twins' struggle wasn't over yet as without warning their craft veered harsh to the right, wrenching the Mamushi off course. Warnings lit up from one second to the next, hull punctures moving closer to their cockpit, their weight suddenly increased. It was almost as if something was.. climbing?

YSS Shinigami
Bay 70


Moesashi's gallant rallying cry stirred hope and resolution in the hearts of her comrades as they thundered down the broken corridors. Turning in towards seven Lamia, their heads whipped upwards from surveying the tight hallway, spreading themselves across it.

The jade warriors' visors flashed like thunderbolts as scorching bolts roared from their many weapons. The enemy had been waiting for something like this. Even as energetic darts smashed against their inferior mail, Yama's blazing stream leaping like a tiger against the nearest opfor, they retaliated.

The firefight broke out, munitions punching back into the tight ranks of emerald green. The blazing inferno released by their leader melted the metal from the enemy's chest and neck in an instant, the foe unable to scream yet darted down the stream in range, white flames even scorching the PA to its rear.

Midori's SARAH warped into view, miraculously not forming atop any allies or foes. Her silo of weapons opened up like an array of fireworks, despite having teleported a few feet behind Moeashi. A flurry of iridescent ammunition jumped free from the samurai, her positioning and close quarters not quite accomodating the sudden cascade - a targeted tango was blown to kingdom come, the other's entire right side blasted into dust also, the three behind them targeting her with renewed malice.

The showy distraction allowed Yama's contender to wrap its gauntleted fingers around the flamethrower's heated barrel, the Rixxikor yanked down even as its synthesiser liquified in a screech of bubbling torment, the roaring flames burning against the floor below the grappling pair even in its death throes, strength almost absent from its form now.

The cries of the battle carried down the halls, falling upon Miles' ears even over the commotion of soldiers sprinting underneath him as if they had places they really needed to be. A SAINT official stumbled as they jogged through the crowd, their shoulder knocking against an Infantryman that they snarled at, the weapons they had been lugging scattering freely across the room. "You worthless purpleplate! What are you doing?!"

Deck 65

As they slipped through the Bridge doors, Kimberly nodded to her Close Protection Officer, guiding jogging through to the nearest lift. "Everyone, stay on alert. If you see anything of note, shout out and once we get to a breach I want everyone to be on it."

The Bridge crew's journey down through the decks was one of apocalypse, injured and unconcious slumped against the walls and floating within the lifts they zipped down. It seemed they were mostly deserted otherwise, the crew as a whole designated to damage control, repair or repulsion. Electronic pads, wads of paperwork and random pieces of assigned equipment lay scattered.

Deck 65. Gazing through the sealed blast doors, Kimberly wiggled into her environment suit, her eyes zipping between each of the assembled in turn. "I'll override the lock, I want everyone to get in there and make sure nothing comes through that breach. See if we can salvage anything from that fighter.." Her silver orbs settling on the one Nepleslian between them all, "You, Ensign."

With a swipe of her hand on the lock, her absolute credentials forced the emergency-lit bulkhead panel to light a positive green. After two seconds, it flashed, rumbling open as the corridor was evacuated of air, more bulkheads slamming down at its end to keep the ship safe.

Deck 64

Sora's shock-and-awe tactics worked beautifully, the hostiles not believing they would dare approach. Her cannon's shots smashed the barbarian captor's legs into oblivion at this close range, their shielding likely cobbled together scrap. She slammed straight into the buckling enemy as it attempted to give one final, snapping squeeze to the helpless medic. The sheer force rippled through the pair into the deck, the angel of death's wrists blasting a huge, ragged hole clean through the lamia's chest. The searing shots scorched the walls behind the Rixxikor as they coughed and spasmed at the impact, barely missing the the head of a casualty, lying in their gurney against the far wall.

Above her, two more armors pounced, the now-deceased's depleted fireteam.

Engineering

Noboyuki's engineering was in a cataclysmic state, redshirts trying the best they could with welding tools and all sorts of equipment. Terminals sparked and extinguishers lay abandoned, evidence of fires since put out scattered around.

"CHIEF!" His vice screeched from an overhead walkway, "WE NEED TO GET POWER BACK ONLINE!" Just as her mouth closed, it curled into one of horror as a heavily damaged PA stumbled into engineering - an enemy PA. Weakly, it began to raise a bolted-together machine gun, one insectoid eye burning with hatred from a fissure in its helm.
 
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Space

Akira took a moment to look over at the 2 sections that screeched to a halt, she will have to address that later with training, once she figures out what all went wrong first. "Support the remaining sections and screen the fleet. Continue pushing them back their forces further way from the fleet." Akira said as she continued to provide fire for those two idling sections.

She will be damned if she lets up on that remnant of a wing, moving along with the two sections. She knew the legion should be quite capable of dealing with boarders, but she was not exactly the type to stay completely in her lane if she thought it would help the objective. And that objective right now was to make sure the legion and fleet remained in as much of its normal state as possible.
 
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YSS Shinigami
Deck 65


Ensign Biesecker quickly donned his own borrowed environment suit upon reaching the bulkhead, having a little trouble with the equipment less familiar than the Nepleslian one unfortunately stowed in his cabin. He removed his officer's cap to make room for the helmet, storing the accoutrement in the kit the suit came in. At the admiral's order, he gave a sharp nod. "Yes, ma'am." He turned to a warrant officer assigned to assist and help train him on the bridge. "Follow close and cover me, please."

As soon as the heavy metal door opened, the Ensign filed into the room with the others. His left arm, quite visibly a cybernetic, was crossed in front of his chest both to protect his more vulnerable organic torso and to brace his pistol arm. He and the warrant officer approached the crashed fighter swiftly but carefully, eyes constantly in motion to scan for threats. When he got close enough, he peered into the spiderweb-cracked cockpit, the gun trained on the pilot through a hole broken into the canopy. He called out, "The pilot's injured, but alive! A Rixxikor, I think. And... the ship's systems are still active, but barely." He let his gaze flick back and forth between the insectoid and the rest of the fighter a few times, taking it all in. "It's all literally cobbled together junk. It's hard to believe it ever worked at all. I don't know how much will be salvageable. Shall I try to open it and apprehend the operator, Shosho?"
 
Deck 64

Miko Burst onto deck 64 like a bat out of hell. He felt drawn to this area for reasons he would understand later. But at this very moment there was some bad guys on the move. The sword sparked against the wall as he blitzed down the hallway towards the enemy. He eyes were mere slits as he locked eyes with them. This seemed like minutes were flying by. In truth it was only a split second worth of time that this all took place. Below them was an angel of death. A smile crossed his face as he was about to have them meet the reaper.

His thrusters flared hard as he reached them. They reversed enough such that his legs were taking the lead. One of which aimed squarely at the body of one of the bad dudes. The other was the pleasure of meeting his sword which he nick named hugs. It gave out the best hugs too, ones worth dying for.

In a flash it was all over.
 
Bay 70

Midori spun herself and her shield toward the offending fire, silently making a recognition of the fact that her shots had hit and taken care of the suits in quick succession. Pushing up beside the power armor that was spitting hot fire Midori shielded part of the woman with her attachment shield. Sharing half the protective barrier would give the suits less to hit on each suit, though neither would be completely protected.

Midori would go back to using the shoulder mounted cannons, targeting another armor as she leaned of out cover for just a second to fire a deadly bolt toward the offender. After the cannons roared their angry retort to the offending fire, Midori used the transparent Zesuaium core to aim her shots as she lifted her Aether rifle over the top of the shield and began to fire into the group that was left.
 
Engineering

Noboyuki thought that the Imperator had it bad that one time; NOPE! Shinigami had it way worse than that old bucket, this feels like the whole Sharie is bound to explode! He tried using that strategy to protect the ship, the one with the clever CFS configurations, but that didn't do jack for anyone when it came right down to an exploding mothership! Fueled by the adrenaline rush and the rising panic, the quick-witted officer sent out a telepathic order to all those within the ruined room.

Everyone please, remain calm, I am here! We have an intruder in this room, though, so I need people to help me take them out now before they can do anything! Everyone else, keep doing your absolute 110%!!! The chief was caught in a bad spot, but that haggard, desperate foe made him more worried than the power situation at the moment; the Sharie should have enough more than enough power still, unless that also got damaged somehow.

He pinged his position telepathically, and then charged at the Lamia, coming in with the seeming intent on shooting the enemy. However in reality, Noboyuki wanted to get in as close as possible so he can butt the handle of he pistol into the face of the enemy, where the helmet's weakpoint was laid bare.
 
Bay 70

Moesashi let off the trigger as the armored Rixxikor forced the barrel downwards, an ending plume of fire spreading from the now pinched barrel across the floor around them. She backpedaled about a foot, letting the flamethrower go as she attempted to intercept the grappling foe. Working her way up form the grapple, she wrapped a metal hand around the Rixxikor's shoulder, using the force of her Daisy armor to try and force them down. The Neko raised her other fist, slamming the gauntlet down onto the super-heated armor, aiming for the forehead.
 
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