==== Lower Bridge - Joyride ====
At the bottom of the stairwell, also the lower half of the bridge, Kara and John looked on to a scene similar to the one above, a pirate keeping the bridge crew quiet. However it seemed one of the crew tried to resist as a body lay in a pool of its own blood, towards the front of the bridge.
"Well well, another would-be hero?" Kara pointed at the body, asking the pirate, a male Nepleslian, a younger face too.
"Yes ma'am, yelled about all of us being damned to hell and such. I got tired of it eventually."
At this Kara laughed, heartily, "Try to have a bit more patience, the less "problems" the better." She gestured to John, "Well, lead the way, I'm anxious to see these crates of yours."
"Ah yes, right this way..." John strolled over to the door in the back of the bridge, leading to cargo, through that, engineering. "I'm having them loaded onto the shuttle now, the crates aren't too big."
As the twosome left the lower bridge, the Nepleslian pirate spoke quickly into a walkie talkie, "They're coming, get ready..."
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==== Passenger Deck Lower Level - "Middle" ====
Nicholas puffed, "That solves that. Now let's see about getting back there, should probably tell that we're coming." But how can I do that... Nicholas wondered for a sec when he felt the outline of his journal in his bag. I got it! I make paper airplanes all the time with my bad ideas!
Nicholas tore out a piece of paper, and quickly wrote down a quick note, asking if he could join in. I'm sure they won't mind these two as well. He threw the airplane, something he had "practiced" by aiming them into a trashcan across the room when he was small.
He peered over the seats, watching and waiting for the Separa'Shan's reaction to the small craft. Upon seeing her search for him, he quickly made another, and threw it at her over the seats. She didn't respond verbally, but she motioned to follow.
"Helric, let's go, get Jacob too."
Nicholas watched as Helric motioned for Jacob to come over. Jacob muttered something to a woman he was next to that had patched him up. "Don't worry, you'll be fine." is what is sounded like. Jacob checked the aisle, finding it empty, and slid over. He simply nodded, motioning for Nicholas to lead on.
Nicholas grabbed his case in the compartment above him, and strapped his sniper rifle on his back. The group would have no troubles passing the remaining rows, as it was only about seven or so. Upon reaching the end, they found the kitchen door open, and slid inside.
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==== Passenger Deck Lower Level - "Middle towards Back" ====
Desmond would find that the world seemed to have stopped and waited for him to get all his gear together. He was safe from the "cold-blooded executioner" with Kendra's and another man's rounds in him. He got up a couple moments later, this time in his full gear and the shotgun, grabbing the last couple of shells from the bottom of his bag and stuffing them on his pockets.
The engineer didn't waste time reloading it, though. He simply pulled the slide back, loaded a single shell into the breach then pulled the slide forward again while he looked for the others.
Kendra would still feel the little child pulling her tail. No pirates entered field of view either. It was quiet for now.
Kendra had no time to spend. That child was annoying and in danger. With Desmond's assaulter gone she could finally pay attention to the little girl. Her tail very softly coiled around the child, hefted it and lifted it towards her mother.
"Here take it and keep you head down!" Kendra hissed at the mother, her eyes returning to scan the surroundings.
The mother hastily reached out grabbing the child and putting her behind the relative safety of the seats, "Thank...thank... you." She stammered out.
Kendra quickly moved forwad to Desmond. She did not know his name yet though. "Are you okay? What is your name, I am Kendra." She said.
"Desmond." He replied, looking down and noticing that Kendra looked only nepleslian from the waist up. "So, you got a plan?", He added.
"Yeah too many pirates here," Kendra said looking over the seats for a seconds to get grasp on the situation. "We move to where they shuttle is, take it and steal their ships. Then we either run away or call them and tell to give up. Shuttle is going to be guarded. I expect at least 2 guys."
He regarded that last sentence for a moment, "Let the marshalls worry about the pirates, I don't plan on shooting my way through every single one of them to get there.", He said, then looked around, "I know spaceships such as this like the back of my hand, what we can do is find a way to get to the cargo deck, then to that shuttle."
"Lead the way then" Kendra said and raised her silenced pistol. "I can deal with arseholes without raising way too much attention. Let's get out of here."
"Right." Desmond said, getting up and moving along the aisle, shotgun panning left and right. He was looking for something that would look just like a small trapdoor. He kept moving until he reached one of the attendant's cabin. If there was an access to a lower deck then that would be the place to look for one.
It was about now that a paper airplane bravely soared above the seats, catching the attention of some. It was expertly made, suggesting a person who made them frequently had created the small ground defying paper. It began it's descent, and hit Kendra on the arm. Upon unmaking it, she would read, "Name's Nicholas, hear you got a plan. Need a hand? You can reply here." There was a Communicator ID written below. "Thanks for reading."
Kendra read the paper and then raised her eyebrow. Was she really reading this? Why did the guy just not come to her. And she had not time to use her comms now. She just looked at the guy or rather looked for him expecting a wave or something.
All Kendra recieved was another airplane, though she'd be able to tell where it came from. It hit her in the forehead. All that was written on this one was, "I'm over here."
Kendra was starting to get miffed, she at least knew the way from where the plane came. She just waved her hand in that direction to follow her. "Let's just go," she said to Desmond. "We might have some clown to support us as well. Hopefully he can do more then just fold airplanes."
"Yeah, over here." Desmond replied, motioning with his head towards a staircase that would lead to the lower passenger deck. He kept his shotgun pointed at it in case anyone came through that.
"Grab a fly attendant on a way down or something, if you do not know the way." Kendra said to Desmond following it.
"Ladies first." Was all that he replied. If she wanted to go first into potential danger instead of him then he was fine with it.
"Not trusting me eh?" Kendra said and shook her head, she brushed past him and just moved towards the back of the liner. Kitchen and what not should be there. Good place where they can find someone who knows this machine and knows what is where.
Desmond took the time to load the remaining shells into his shotgun. He followed Kendra to where she stood. "Just the place." He said, pointing further down the room they had gotten into and where the engineering access was, moving towards it.
==== Passenger Deck Lower Level - Kitchen Area ====
The duo would find the small kitchen in disarray. The cupboards were thrown open, and had a few unwelcome inhabitants feasting upon the contents. There was food littering the floor, and the ovens and stoves were burning the food inside them. A group of flight attendants were being "watched" over by a pirate with a shotgun in one hand, and a sizeable bottle of whiskey in the other.
There were two more pirates stuffing as many bottles of whiskey and champange into a box from the mini-bar. Kendra and Desmond entered the room with the Cupboards to their left, the mini-bar and ovens on the right. The attendants were cowering in the top left corner, in between the cupboards and a sizeable refrigerator.
The pirates didn't notice them open the door, they were far to busy stuffing themselves with food and alcohol, just like any normal Nepleslian. Their weapons were holstered, they didn't expect any fight.
Kendra freezed for a seconds. Luckily pirates did not notice them yet. Kendra was breathless, then she just pointed to the guys on the left for the Desmond. Then she aimed her pistol at guys on the right. Three fingers were held up on her left hand, slowly being pulled back in a count. Three, two, one. Kendra started firing going from the pirate watching over the fly attendants moving to the right, two shots per pirate, hoping Desmond understood her gesture.
Desmond moved to the left after Kendra's gesture, firing his shotgun at the clustered group of pirates. He didn't fire a second shot, though, and instead grabbed one of the cupboards and pulled it down in front of him to make some cover. He crouched behind it, racked his shotgun and looked up to see the mess he had done.
Kendra's first of the two broke the pirate's whiskey bottle, causing the remaing half bottle to spray everywhere, including the cowering attendants. He started to turn, "Hey!" The second round capped the pirates left hip, sending him falling flat on his face. In his intoxicated state, he could barely raise himself, let alone finer movements like unholstering his weapon. The bullet buried itself in the wall after exiting the hip, causing the attendants to shriek in fright.
Kendra's second twin set hit the left pirate in the arm, and in the lower neck. The pirate couldn't scream, only vainly attempt to. He hit the ground with a *thump*. He wasn't getting up again.
The last set hit the pirate in his torso. He looked down at the wounds in surprise, and turned to see where they came from, though he was wobbily on his feet. Kendra did not wait and pulled the trigger one more time. The next round hit him in the torso again, and the pirate lost the will to stand, he fell to his knees, though still barely alive.
Desmond's shotgun blast in the small confines of the kitchen was, shortly put, "effective". Both pirates fell, one dead, and the other attempting to draw his weapon, while he was now slumped against the cupboard, covered in blood. The noise from the shotgun made the attendants try to cower even lower, if that was even possible. He saw that as he raised his head to look over the cupboard he used for cover, then dispatched the last pirate with his sidearm, not wanting to risk hitting the flight attendants with another round from his shotgun.
The pirate had barely drawn his pistol, and reflexively fired it when Desmond's round put him out of his misery. The fired round richocheted off the floor, and buried itself at the top of the cupboard door that he had opened. If it wasn't there, that round would have buried itself in his neck.
Desmond got out from his cover and inspected the mess he had done, then looked at the flight attendants, "That was your cue to get out." He told them
"We might take them with us," Kendra said suddenly. "I do not plan to take the whole starliner with us, but we will surely have space for few girls."
"Whatever. I'm just making sure we do get to the shuttle." Desmond replied
It was at this time Nicholas, Helric, and Jacob walked in, weapons raised, but lowered after seeing the threat already eliminated.
Nicholas looked at Kendra, "I don't believe my airplane introduced me properly. The name's Nicholas Clarke. Now I assume you've got some plan to get off this ship, right?"