A few meters outside of Security... during the attack

[_foster_]

::peers around the corridor junction on F deck, just missing being seen by a boarding team from the EX-01

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[crewmanzabel]

::follows Foster as he heads along the wall, phase rifle at the ready::

::weapons fire comes from behind them::

Shit! Foster, we're surrounded!

[_foster_]

::returns fire behind as presses into an alcove, Zabel taking the other side, makin' the bastards jump back at least, almost getting hit in the process::

Oh hell no, they ain't takin' us, or this ship... not on my watch and sure as shit not with a feckin' Admiral on board...::glances both ways down the corridor, flashes of firing seen and more shouting heard back to the port side more than to starboard, where Armory is... weapons sounding like MACO crap, but is prettiest noise has heard in the last two minutes

[crewmanzabel]

Aye, Ensign...

::maeks sure rifle is ready then follows Foster again, heading to Armoury::

::hears the sounds of another party advancing...::

::someone shouting as goes down, hopes is intruder party but... thinks it sounds like... Brown... knows Brown well, for a MACO.. shit hopes it's not him..::

::pushes into wall again as more firing happens down corridor::

Shit! Is there more of them or did we come the wrong way??

[_fisher_]

::comes out of armoury, held in front of two armed ex-01 crewmembers::

Human shields are a good thing... lets see if you make it...

::isn't sure how to help with a phase pistol held on head and a guy beside holding a souped up phase rifle.... SHIT::

::they already got schematics of our shielding and weapons tech, this is not a good thing. not. at. all.::

::Bossman not going to be happy.. he's going to skin everyone alive...::

[_foster_]

::checks charges as hits the corner, Armory just a few meters around the bend::

We're about to find out-- shit! ::chances a look-see toward the Armory::

Fuck, they've bent it... Fisher's bein' held and they're comin' this way!

Armory files, oh fuck oh fuck!

::runs a tally in head... schematics, structure, strengths... Forrest will be fuming...::

::glances at Zabel::

Okay, one of ours, two of theirs... we've got a good chance of takin' 'em out without Fisher going down...

::mutters::

I hope.

::readies weapon::

...

On three. One. Two. ::tightens grip::

THREE!

::whirls around the corner with Zabel, weapons leveled and aimed, the threesome only a meter away::

::FIRES::

[_fisher_]

::is caught by surprise as Fostar and Zabel come round the bend::

::would call out to Foster that he's an idiot but can't form the words as is shoved forward as a shield::

::one guy getting hit in the arm, other behind Fisher who is hit as a shot grazes along his side::

::another group come round corner from other side, enemy who then shoot at Zabel and Foster::

::falls as is shoved forward again, closing in on the two men::

::knocks into Zabel, both of them going down and watching as Foster falls... hit... stupid twat...::

::loses consciousness::