Concordia Veil - Cockpit
Amelia's fingers were a blur as they dashed here and there between the volumetric displays around her as if they were a part of her. Between the two Nepleslians a three-dimensional, transluscent representation of the tumbling wreck appeared, complete with the debris cloud. Red and yellow dots appeared, displaying the respective positions of the Vampire and the Veil, and rapidly a blue line sprouted from the yellow dot, wrapping quickly around the tumbling wreck, weaving in and out of floating chunks of obliterated starship.
Shrie's shots blasted through space, the first one pulverizing one of the bigger chunks of debris into dozens of smaller ones which spun wildly in all directions, many of which tumbled harmlessly away from the attacking patrol ship. The Vampire weaved suddenly to the side, evading two of the bigger chunks entirely and plowing through the smaller ones. Tiny halos of blue light burst in sparkling patterns as the ship's shields knocked them away like insects, but its evasive maneuvers failed to avoid one rather large, jagged looking piece of hull. It impacted against the shields with a much more spectacular flash of blue light which shimmered in a ripple effect that enveloped the entire Vampire for a brief moment, just as the Lorath's second shot lanced across space and struck its mark. The brilliant flash would have temporarily blinded anyone looking directly at it, but from Shrie's perspective, she had to settle for a holographic image confirming a hit.
The Vampire did not relent, however, nor did it show any outward signs of damage. Its shields shrugged off the shot as it were nothing. If Shrie's plan was to succeed, she knew that she would have to keep pummelling them with debris without mercy for a good while, more than long enough for Oreza to make a mistake, or their attackers to squeeze off another shot at them.
The little freighter continued to scream through the wreckage, weaving far closer to the erratic distribution of metal chunks that what would make any of its occupants comfortable.
Concordia Veil - Cabin 1
Thunk.
"Oof...!"
A mess of swirlling colors and blurry images were all that Sienna could see for a moment before the dull ache started to throb in the back of her head. Blinking slowly, she reached up and laid her palm on her forehead, feeling her hair stuck to her skin and over her eyes. Another sudden lurch tossed her backwards again, and she managed to steady herself just as she realized that she was lying halfway off of her bunk, her hips and legs sprawled sideways across the mattress, and her shoulders and the back of her head awkwardly lying on the floor.
A grin spread across her face. She knew that something wasn't right about her precarious position, but at the moment, she couldn't for the life of her think of what it was. In fact, she found the situation kind of funny.
There was another bang and sudden jerk, and her backside was thrown over her head, flipping her fully off of the bed, and she came to rest face-down on the floor. As soon as she landed, she started to chuckle, then laugh. Gingerly she tested her arms, pushing her chest off of the floor and brushed the damp hair off of her face. "Ohh, ho-ho, whoopsie!" she tittered drunkenly as she shakily struggled to her feet, using the corner post of her bunk as support.
Derelict - Outer Hull
Dylan's eyes went wide as he realized what the Freespacer was about to do, and didn't have time to respond before he found himself hurled into space.
The skull-faced, imposing spacesuited figures before them looked up as one of their targets appeared to utterly drop all semblance of concern for its partner's well-being. The one in the rear swung his pistol up and squeezed off a few more energy bolts at the flying Minkan, before jumping off of the hull himself to give chase. The other turned its attention back to Six Four, who had seized the opportunity to duck behind a section of peeled-up hull plating, and started to clomp towards her, its pistol levelled at its quarry. Two more bolts of energy struck the metal plating, forcing Six Four to hold her position under cover.
Dylan's terror slowly gave way to the realization that he had the advantage, and activated his gravitational manipulation, suddenly altering his course to provide his pursuer with a moving, jinking target. Away from the hull, he could easily outmaneuver the slaver in the spacesuit, and force him to either abandon the pursuit or exhaust his maneuvering thrusters' fuel.