===== Cargo Bay Third Deck =====
Amanozako saw the boot toe poking just into sight at the end of the crates. It caused her to slow her pace and put up a hand to halt the others following her. She quickly and quietly withdrew her survival knife with her left hand as she continued to hold the rifle in her right, resting the barrel against her shoulder.
She moved forward, silently, her steps carefully placed, back to the crates as she approached the end, where the toe still stuck out. Then, with one swift motion she swung her left arm around the edge at chest level, impaling her knife into whoever was waiting around the corner.
Amanozako would feel the knife swish through empty air, and bounce against the side of the crate, jolting her arm. The knife would nearly jump out of her hand, but she managed to keep ahold of it.
Amanozako frowned, there was nothing there, no satisfying feeling of cold steel biting into soft flesh or rending bones. The Neko cursed softly, returning the knife to its scabbard and dropping her impaler rifle back into a two handed grip as she advanced once more. She kept her eyes about her, senses alert as she cut between cover and made for the hatch on the far side that lead into the next compartment.
A quick clang of footsteps on metal would ring out, and a grunt of exertion. "RED!" Amanozako would hear her comrade call out before he was suddenly muffled, by being slammed onto the deck by another. Someone had jumped off the top of the cargo crates, landing on James.
Amanozako made a quick about face and charged back hard to where her compatriot was now slammed down on the deck with someone on top of them. She bull rushed into the attacker, slamming the full force of her armored torso into them, knocking them off of James and onto the deck. As they toppled down she drove her knees into the attackers mid section and the muzzle of her impaler into their face and pulled the trigger.
Upon slamming into the attacker, Amanozako would feel extra weight land on her, feet first onto her shoulders. The weight, though it could only be a person, drove Amanozako to the deck, and her rifle clattered out of her hands, she never had the chance to pull the trigger, skidding off a few meters before halting.
Amanozako was flat on her face, arms in front of her, and legs apart. A pressure on her back intensified, as the person firmly pinned Amanozako to the floor.
"Well, hasn't this been fun?" She would hear the voice of a female, Kara, the pirate captain, and a pinprick of pain on the back of her head, the cool feeling of sharp metal.
Amanozako let out a slow breath. She could feel the cold steel of a sword and the weight on her back had to be a boot. Options were a bit more limited than she would have liked at this moment, but there were a few open to her.
"I'm enjoying this quite a bit" she responded, grinning. "Though I don't think all of your friends I've cut down have as much as I." she added, then, quickly and violently she spun her legs, sweeping Kara's out from under her as she jolted her body with every ounce of genetically engineered strength given to her by her Mishhu creators and forced her head and upper torso out from under the tip of the sword.
As Kara's balance was thrown she shoved down with her hands and knees, launching herself up and moved to tackle the pirate.
Amanozako would find her legs hit nothing, Kara had jumped, holding onto the crate above. She had sensed the movement in Amanozako's muscles before it had happened. As Amanozako rose, Kara let go, landing on her chest this time, pinning her to the floor again, "Did you really think that'd work?"
Amanozako wouldn't have to respond, a clang rang out, and Kara swooned, toppling over, as a tool smacked the back of her head, "Nope, but that did." James was standing up, holding his hand to pick Amanzako up.
Amanozako gasped, the wind knocked out of her as Kara had landed on her again. She accepted James' help up and steadied herself a moment. That had hurt some.
"Thanks" she wheezed, then collected her Impaler and swung it over her shoulder. She then grabbed Kara's sword, gripping it's hilt in both her gauntleted hands. She kicked the incapacitated pirate captain in the head, knocking her onto her back and stood over her, breathing hard as she stared down at the woman who had tried very hard to kill her a few moments earlier.
"No quarter given" she hissed and plunged the sword into Kara's chest
A loud *BANG* echoed through the hold, and the sword never reached Kara's chest, a bullet saw that Amanozako's hand managed to rid itself of the blade. "I think we can work out an agreement, that involves everyone getting out, in one piece. Also, don't try anything you'll regret, I got more bullets." Amanozako would hear a male voice, and James supplied with venom, "John, can't stay off Kara can you?"
Amanozako cursed as the sword was shot to pieces before she could dispatch her prey. Her eyes shot to the source of the bullet. "John McRenar" she hissed as she recognized him from the file images from his warrant.
She glanced down at Kara, then back up at the main course. She dropped the broken sword, which landed with a clatter on the deck."And what sort of arrangement would be worth more than the death mark on your head?" she said as she stepped casually away from the knocked out Kara, slowly pacing in an arc, making McRenar have to constantly adjust his aim.
"Glad to see you at least have something of a business attitude. Now, in addition to letting you live, here's our exchange. You, kindly step through that door over there, and head into engineering, you should have some "friends" in there by now. I will also provide double the bounty that you have been offered, as I already know who sent it. Now, me and my friend here, take our shuttle, and leave, simple as that. Feel free to kill the rest of our crew, we can find more idiots seeking a quick fortune. How does that sound?" John hadn't wavered his aim for a second. Still tracking Amanozako, while keeping an eye on James.
Amanozako grinned at him, "I just don't trust you with you're gun pointed at me like that" she said. "If we're going to do business it should not be at gunpoint. Mine are put away" she said and held her empty hands, palm out.
"Oh, well your friend..." He indicated James, "is still holding a quite deadly tool, with the right aim." John chuckled a bit at his wordplay, as James was indeed holding another wrench. "Also, to be fair, you did just try to stab my friend. Who was defenseless on the ground."
"And she tried to stab me while I was defenseless on the ground, I think we can call that even" Amanozako replied. "James, dear, put the wrench down" she added. "Then we can talk this over like proper businessmen" she never let her eyes waver from McRenar as she spoke, her hands ropping to rest casually by her sides.
"She didn't want to kill you! She got the result she was looking for. She was actually looking to bring you along, but..." He glanced at Kara's unmoving body, "... I don't think she'll want to now."
"That's bull and you know it." Amanozako replied. "But she doesn't matter in this deal." she said. "Put the gun down and we'll deal. Keep it pointed at me and I don't think I'm going to be too inclined to deal."
"Calling my bluff, well played. However... it seems..." John grinned, "I don't need a deal." What he was referring to was the loyalists who streamed from the sides, coming up behind Amanozako. "Two of you, stay here, the rest..." John nodded towards engineering, "Get rid of them." The eight pirates jogged to the engineering ante-room, shutting the door behind them, but restoring the cargo bay lights, the wonders of a light-switch.
Amanozako's eyes quickly took in the changing landscape. "Well, this does put a damper on things, doesn't it?" she said, fixing her gaze back on McRenar.
"That's business, darlin." John chuckled as he walked up to Kara, propping her up, and leaning her on him, starting to wrap her arm around his shoulders, his rifle hanging low. The two pirates behind Amanozako were ready to fire their revolvers as soon as John was in the clear.
Amanozako watched him move, turning to keep facing him as he walked past. As McRenar moved to pick Kara up he had to loose the aim of the rifle. That's when she moved. Her hands, which had rested casually at her sides since she had dropped the sword moved with lightning speed. Quick drawing her pistols and firing from the hip, as many rounds as she could put into him.
As Amanozako fired, the pirates behind fired. John couldn't do anything, not with Kara's dead weight. Strangely enough, she felt much less hits on her back then she expected, as she filled both John and Kara full of metal. If they weren't dead, they soon would be.
Amanozako had heard a lot of fire behind her, and upon turning around she would find both pirates dead, and James standing almost directly behind her, and his gun fallen to the floor or, at least he was standing for a few seconds before he fell to his knees. He didn't have the armor Amanozako had, and he had taken most of the shots. "Red...... good... work..." His voice was so quiet he might've not been talking at all. He hit the deck with a thump and let out a few last shuttering breathes before falling silent.
Amanozako watched in silence for a long moment as he fell. She didn't even feel the pain from the hits she had taken. They were inconsequential. What James had done was not.
The bounty hunter stepped over to where McRenar and Kara lay crumpled in a growing pool of their own blood. She could see McRenar was desperately grasping onto the last threads of life as she towered over him.
"I know you wanted to make a deal and get out of this alive" she said, taking a painful breath. "But you know the pity is when I'm paid, I always follow my job through. You know that" she said, then once that had sunk in, she put the last round in her right hand pistol into his head.
Holstering both her spent guns, Amanozako returned to where James had fallen. The cargo bay was now silent, everyone else in there was dead. She sank to her knees next to him and looked down on his still face. No one, absolutely no one had ever moved a finger to help her, let alone save her life like he had.
"Thank you" she whispered and leaned down, kissing his forehead as she brushed his eyes closed. After what seemed like an eternity, she got back to her feet, retrieving the wrench he had used to save her and tucking it under her belt.
The full weight of the last few minutes began to take its toll. A tear ran down her cheek as she began reloading her guns and assessed her wounds before pressing on. She gave one last lingering glance at James' lifeless form after she had retrieved the needed ID cards and DNA samples from McRenar and Kara needed to claim their bounties, then pressed on. She had more to do before the day was over.
By the end of her vigil, she would cease to hear gunfire and explosions in the engineering section of the ship, and could her voices that signified talking, but she couldn't hear what they said.
===== Engineering Access Corridor =====
Kendra looked at the arrendant who spoke. The Separa sighed as she realized that the women became liability, but she said she will take them with her so she will take them with here even if it should kill her. She reached up and grabbed Nick's hand, grabbing the edge with her other hand and puling herself up. Nick of course had to back up for her to get in.
Kendra turned about and reached down with her hand. "Desmond you are up, Nick go on make room." She said, her eyes then went to the two guys who were with Nick. "You two help the girl and the lizard in the vent. We will move on and clear the way, you cover the rear. Got it?"
Nicholas moved forward, "Ah yes, so we can all fit up here, like a big happy family. Helric, Jacob, do as she asks would you kindly?"
Desmond sneered at the extended hand, leaving his weapon hanging from its sling as he jumped after Kendra had climbed and grabbed the entrance of the venting shaft, hauling himself up. He had grown in a space ship, so he was more than used to tight spaces.
"So, which way?" the bounty hunter asked after hauling himself up, drawing his sidearm.
As the team entered the vent, they would find it difficult to see past each other. After a few meters however, the vent split into three, going left, right, and straight ahead.
"Well, I would imagine these all pop out in engineering... somewhere." Nicholas whispered back to his compatriots, as he started down the left vent, allowing his compatriots to move forward, "So...?"
"We split," Kendra cut him off.
"Are you kidding me?" Desmond asked. The prospect of not having people to get shot instead of him disturbed him a little.
"I am not," Kendra replied. "If we drop in from three spots at once we had better chance. After all only one person can leave the vent at a time. Just send a message to other when you reach exit and then we will co-ordinate and drop on them."
"Okay, okay." He replied, taking the right vent, doing his best to crawl and keep his gun forward. Kendra herself went straight on forward.
"Sounds like a plan, meet with you soon." Nicholas replied as he continued into the left vent, disappearing around a curve.
Kendra, after crawling/slithering for a minute, would find a small opening in the sides of the shaft, not large enough to crawl out of, but it allowed the voices below to reach her.
"We're gonna have a mighty fine time, just us, and you three!" The voice was clearly a male pirate, "Since we finished rigging the bomb to send your ship straight to Davey Jones locker after we're done stealing all your loot." Another voice chirped in, "But first..." Kendra would hear a distinct click of a gun's trigger, "How about some fun with my revolver here?"
Desmond would hear the same, though upon traveling further, he could see an outline of an obstruction ahead of him, though it didn't appear to belong in the vent. If Desmond listened closely, he could hear the sound of scared breathing. As if on a cue, he pulled the slide from his sidearm back, making enough noise for whoever or whatever was in front of him to listen to him. He wasn't about to risk approaching the person at that point. "You there, put your hands up." he said on a hushed tone.
Kendra did not wait on. She slinged her shotgun on her back and used her natural body to quickly and silently slither forward, helping herself with her hands. She needed to get out of the vent fast.
Desmond would hear a sharp intake of breath, and then a reply, "Put my hands up? I can barely move my hands in here!" The voice was correct, it was pretty cramped in the vent, not allowing the motion. "I'm just one of the ship's engineers, hiding from... well you know, the pirates."
"Sad story. Stay still, no sudden movements." Desmond replied, and started moving past the engineer.
After another half minute of moving along, Kendra would see the vent hatch into engineering, light shining through the slits. While she crawled, she would hear clicks from the revolver, but no *bangs*. The pirates were getting somewhat restless over this fact. The space beneath Kendra was clear, and if she popped out of the shaft, she would land behind some consoles, out sight of the pirates, who were focused on the tied up engineers.
Desmond would have no "trouble" from the engineer, though squeezing past him was somewhat of a challenge in the shaft. Incidentally, the maneuver caused some bumping on the vent walls, though the pirates were far too into their "game" to notice it. Desmond would find his vent hatch soon after, and he would find his "LZ" similar to Kendra's. He peered through the hatch, holstering his sidearm and making ready his shotgun again, waiting for the best opportunity until he could slip into the room unnoticed.
Kendra slowly and as silently as possible raised the hatch and slid it aside. She then grabbed her hair and carefully peeked out to assess the situation. She wanted to know where all the pirates are first.
Kendra would see the pirate's backs to her, as they were facing the line of tied-up engineers, walking to each one after spinning the revolver chamber, and "firing" it at each engineers head. So far each trigger pull resulted in disappointment for the pirates, but luck only goes so far.
Desmond would have a more difficult time, due to the fact that he was within the pirates peripheral vision, though they weren't paying his "LZ" any attention.
The duo would hear a quiet ping, and upon looking at their respective datapads they would read.
"In position. Also, I think the residents of the ship would be grateful if we... saved those engineers. Just pointing that out. - From Nicholas."
Kendra ignored the ping. There was no time to read when any of the engineers could bit the bullet any time. Instead she just pulled out her silenced pistol and poked out of the vent. Being up was better at the start as it will confuse them. Kendra herself did not have much trouble being upside down.
She set the iron-sights on the head of the pirate on the right, when she was sure of her aim she pulled the trigger sending a bullet into his cranium and quickly moving her gun to the next pirate to the left, sending two bullets at his back.
Desmond froze after his datajockey emitted the sound. For a heart freezing moment he wondered if the pirates had heard the noise, but then he started to ease up when he noticed they still were playing their little game with the engineers. Slowly, he brought his shotgun to bear and prepared to jump down.
Kendra's appearance caught the attention of the engineers, and in turn, the pirates who were watching the eyes of their terrified "prey". They had begun to turn to see what the engineers were so interested in as Kendra began to fire. That was right when Desmond decided to jump down. He landed on both feet and rolled to the side, quickly standing on punch that when he fired it he was thrown on his back by the recoil.one knee and raising his shotgun at the pirates. He only had a single, 4-gauge shell loaded from when he activated the weapon's gauge changer, but the shell packed enough
Kendra's first shot rang true. Even though the pirate had began to turn, he just made his head a larger target to hit. Though his friend had a bit more luck, but not much more, as the rounds that had been intended for his back, instead burrowed into his arm. He would've screamed, but Desmond had made sure that he wouldn't be able to. The massive four-gauge round, all but vaporized the poor pirate.
The bound engineers screamed, or tried to through their gagged mouths. The duo would hear some loud footsteps, and yelling. They didn't have long till more showed up.
Closer to home, they heard a vent cap being kicked off, and Nicholas tumbling out of his vent, "You started without me, but it seems we got company in... oh, less than thirty seconds." Nicholas calmly jogged to the back of the room, giving him more space with his unscoped sniper-rifle. "So... I advise preparing for them."
Kendra quickly slithered out of the vent, dropping behind console under her vent. She holstered her pistol and grabbed her auto-shotgun from her back. She listened from where the steps were coming. "You guys crawl into cover!" She shouted at the engineers as she looked for the best possible cover, from which she could go into fire-fight.
Desmond tumbled the gauge chamber back to the regular shells and then scattered to find some cover of his own. He moved towards the same U-shaped console that Kendra had taken cover in, raising his shotgun and aiming towards the door right when the weapon clicked 'ready'. He pumped the slide back to let one of the regular shells be loaded into the barrel and waited.
Kendra moved to the console from which she could shoot into the doorway. She peeked at its side, instead of above it hoping to make herself harder to notice at first engagement. She had a large magazine in the gun, which should supposedly be enough, if that would not work she had to go for her pistol.
The three would hear some more yelling, getting louder, up to the point it stopped abruptly. It was completely silent for a handful of seconds, until the airlock cycled open, revealing a giant slab, of metal. The pirates knew they were walking into some bad, they prepared, at least... somewhat. The pirates, stacked behind the piece slab of metal, slowly moved forward, seeking some other cover.
Kendra frowned, she sure wished she had some grenades. She made a mental note to never go somewhere without grenade ever again. This had one opportunity though. Since they were behind thick slab of metal they could not really see at all. They just moved forward.
Kendra looked at Desmond. She quickly reached into her backpack and dug out her chainknife, putting it behind her belt. Then she pointed at Des and herself and waved at the moving wall. "Let's charge them," she whispered to Des.
"What!?" He asked, not taking his eyes away from the impending wall of doom coming their way. "There's only two of us..." He started saying.
"They are not looking!" She whispered back quickly. "We take them by surprise! Just rush quietly."
"Okay, fine. Fine!" He said, realizing how much out of his mind he was. The idea was crazy, but it looked like it was the best one they had.
"Nick SHOOT!" She then shouted at Nicholas. If Nick would be shooting, pirates would hunker down and they could not hear them approach.
All the two would hear is three sharp cracks, as Nicholas had already fired at chest height into the metal. The slab was thick enough to stop most small pellets and rounds, but the Sniper-Rifle didn't qualify as that, it didn't even fire bullets. The MASER weapon took full advantage of the slick metal, heating up all the contact points. Nicholas had fired where he guessed the pirate's hands to be, and two of the shots were right on target.
Swearing erupted from behind the slab, and it clattered to the floor, after two of the pirates holding it up let go from the heat. It was a comical scenario, eight pirates standing behind a toppled makeshift shield, though many immediately dodged to the side, though the slower ones remained a viable target for certain individuals.
"Oh shi-" said Kendra as she saw what Nick's rifle did. Her plan was no longer valid, so she just raised her shotgun and opened fire. Single-shots, because she did not want to waste shells. Desmond did the same, pumping shot after shot towards the pirates with his shotgun.
The overlapping sprays of shotgun fire encompassed the two unfortunate pirates, who were still swearing about their burning hands. Kendra and Desmond gave them something much more substantial to swear about, but the aftermath of multiple shotgun blasts from two shotguns, didn't really leave much at all. Those two pirates were reducing to meaty blobs wearing very shredded clothing.
The momentary victory didn't last long, because two of the pirates who had dodged also were equipped with shotguns, and they were pointed in the duos direction.
Kendra went back into cover, but as she did she let her shotgun above the console and fire two more shells blindly. Then she hunkered down and slowly crawled aside to later peek out on different place when the enemy fire would end.
Desmond also got behind cover, instead firing blindly the remaining of his ammo over the console, not risking to expose himself and then stopping to reload his shotgun again.
The duo took cover not a moment too soon, as the shotguns sprayed their cover with lethal pellets. The blind-fired shotgun did little more than discourage the other pirates from joining with their weapons as well.
Another sharp crack and suddenly the room was half as loud as one of the shotguns stopped firing. Shortly afterwards they would hear some animated swearing from Nicholas, as he had overheated the rifle from firing too quickly. "DAMN IT! You'll have to excuse me for a moment, this damn thing is being quite stubborn."
"Anyone noticed if any of those dead pirates we got had a grenade?" Kendra asked others as she waited for opportunity to peek out and shoot.
"What!" Desmond replied as he put one shell after another into his shotgun. He really hoped Kendra wasn't thinking about going through the firefight to search some dead man's pocket
"Might've been one on the belt of the one on the right..." Nicholas called over as he waited for the rifle to vent heat, "... but I didn't really pay attention after I fried their hands." Nicholas swore some more as the heat vented. "Also, there's a bomb back here, just thought you'd like to know!"
"One thing at a time!" Kendra shouted as she prepared herself. "Desmond, you feeling lucky today? I still got enough ammo I can put enough suppression fire for you to get that grenade. Unless you are too scared. You up for it?"
"I was born lucky! Do it!" He replied, looking over the cover to have an idea of what the situation looked like. It didn't look very good for him.
Kendra took a breath and peeked out. Her gun aimed at the consoles pirates used for cover and started pulling the trigger. The goal was not to shoot the bastards really (although that would be nice too), but to make them stop shooting and give Desmond space to do his thing.
Desmond vaulted over the console, then dashed towards the dead pirate that Nicholas had singled out, keeping his head down and jumping the last of the distance until he landed on his belly right besides the dead man. He fumbled with the corpse's belt for a while, finding two grenades, standard frags.
He pulled the pin of one and threw it where there were most pirates, hoping that it would distract them as well as to give him a window to get back into cover again, then set back towards the relative safety of the consoles.
The pirates saw what Desmond was doing, but couldn't do much about it, except throw a grenade at Desmond, who jumped after it, intent on throwing it back before it blew him to tiny pieces.
Desmond would have no trouble sending the grenade back, but as he threw it, he felt another enter his hand, the one he had thrown earlier; He sent that right back too, dropping flat and waiting for the two detonations.
Kendra meanwhile watched out for any hands that would try to toss more grenades back at them, ready to blast them with another shotgun shell.
Kendra would be "disappointed" as no more grenades flew from the pirates. So she quickly dived into cover. The team would hear both grenades, one that had landed on "target", the floor next to the pirates. The second one wasn't as lucky. It exploded in three-quarters to its destination, spraying shrapnel in all directions, including towards the hunters. Nicholas and Kendra were safe behind the consoles, Desmond felt a few pieces graze over him, but nothing major.
The pirates however, fared worse, as they were much closer to both grenades. All but two perished, the remaining two only survived due to their comrades blocking the shrapnel with their bodies. These two survivors just roared, screaming vengeance. They already knew almost the entire crew was dead, and if they even had a chance at surviving, they would quickly find their leaders not present either, so they did a last resort, they charged... with shotguns, firing wildly.
Sadly Kendra was out of ammo, but those muppets were getting closer and firing their shotguns wildly, they will surely be out of ammo soon as well. That is why she reached for her chain-knife, digging it out from behind her belt and starting it. The blade wheezed as the small engine inside the handle roared and revved it. Now she just had to wait for them to get close, ready to jump the closest pirate.
Desmond didn't have time to reach for his shotgun, staying flat on his belly like he was. He rolled on his back and unholstered his pistol from his chest rig and then sat up, looking for whichever pirates were left. He picked one and fired his pistol at him, full auto.
Desmond's rounds crippled the pirate, as the first rounds hit his upper legs, stumbling him. However anger mixed with adrenaline was a powerful engine, and this pirate was as close to as a machine as possible right now, though Desmond's pistol did a great job as making the pirate unable to move with any due speed. A loud crack from across engineering, and the pirate's head was suddenly not there. "PERFECT HEADSHOT!" Called Nicholas. Upon seeing that there were no more pirates coming his way, Des simply lied down again, catching his breath.
Kendra would hear what she was waiting for as the pirate reached mere feet away from her cover. She had a few seconds before he switched to his sidearm, a window to strike. Kendra sprung off her tail, flying across the console with a hiss. A push of a button in the handle put the knife at full revv. The pirate was fast enough to react and did only possibe thing, put his shotgun in front of him. The blade of the knife caught in the shotgun, while Kendra grabbed it and wrapped her tail around his legs.
The blade bit into the shotgun and started cutting. A milimeted after milimeter it made its was through the shotgun. The pirate could only watch in fear as the blade split the gun in two and cut into his chest. Blood sprayed as the knife cut through his ribs into his lung. He could only shout out in pain and spit blood.
Within few seconds his body was limp so Kendra got up. "Seems like it is all of them." She said and reached behind the console for her shotgun. She noticed the shells on pirates rig so she just un-hooked her magazines and started loading it up. He only had 12 rounds, so Kendra loaded the rest from her personal reserves.
"Nick can you untie those engineers? Des have a look at that bomb will you? We need to find ourself an airlock now and toss that shit out." The things were getting more and more complex.
"Yeah seems like we're done, and sure thing." Nicholas slung his rifle over his back, its barrel tapping against his messenger bag. "Wait a second actually..." He walked over to the one of the vents and yelled up it, "HELRIC, JACOB! Where did you go?" Soon after the pair fell out of the opposing vents, one on left, and the other on the right. They both caught an attendant after they hopped out, and Helric caught a second one, while Jacob had to "convince" Haures to come out of the vent.
Afterwards they nodded at Nicholas, "Right here!" they replied in unison. Haures made his way over to Desmond, and plopped down next to him, thumping his tail on the deck twice.
"Right... thanks you two." Nicholas called as he untied the engineers. As he removed their mouth gags, all the engineers said were classic bits like, "You're my hero!", "Thank you so much!" and "You saved us!". Nicholas just kept nodding and saying "You're welcome."
"Yeah. I'll be right there." Desmond said, getting up and holstering his pistol again. He walked towards where the bomb was and took at look at it.
The bomb was nothing special, just a packet of explosives rigged to detonator, that McRenar or Kara most likely had. It was crudely attached to the engine core. It hinted that the pirates weren't smart enough to trigger something a bit more advanced, and harder to stop.
