[All characters will find themselves suddenly appearing on the top deck, their weapons in hand but with all ammunition missing or drained
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[Matt's hands are trembling. That's a gun he's holding. And it's taking more willpower than he'd care to admit to keep from crying. Suck it up, boy! You've got bigger issues at hand than your silly psychological problems. Think of your home and your friends. Think of Jael!
BE A MAN. YOU MUST BE SWIFT -- oh wait. Yeah.
He takes a deep breath, aims at the End and shoots. With his eyes closed.]
[Falling in to line like everyone else, but this situation was not soothing Reiner's nerves. Even if one of the crew gave him a weapon, he wouldn't know how to use it. He was useless.
The cursed man cleared his throat, trying to get the attention of someone. But what would he say once he had their attention? His mind was clouded by several fears and possibilities.]
[Maia is excited. As reluctant as she normally is to obey orders from anyone other than Gol, right now all she wants to do is fight this floating, red mass. 'Can't be beaten'...right. Maia's arrogance in her own abilities is far greater than any fear she might have. ...And even though she doesn't use them, those guns look quite interesting, too.]
Would I be right in assuming that we simply pick our poison and inflict as much damage as possible?
[Ironhide glances over these offerings, over the assembled crew, and snorts. He is not afraid. And he is, he feels, already armed. If death finds him today, then so be it. He has no regrets - nothing he couldn't have changed.
He rolls his shoulders, squaring them, and takes an appropriate stance. He glances briefly at the indicated line, before returning his gaze to the enemy.]
[The gravity of the situation hasn't been lost on the air pirate as he pulls out the pistol he'd eventually selected way back when. He's a little annoyed that his shiney new HK USP Elite is unloaded, but peering around the line presents at least an answer to where he was going to find ammo.
However, the sight of the slime in the cup gets his stomach feeling just the tiniest bit queasy as he imagines having to down the substance.
All the same, he waits obediently. For the moment, he has no idea what more to do, just that some thing is looming behind what's left of the ship and apparently the captain he was always uneasy around had some kind of plan. So no sense in breaking rank now.]
Whatever you're planning Captain, I hope this works.
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BE A MAN. YOU MUST BE SWIFT -- oh wait. Yeah.
He takes a deep breath, aims at the End and shoots. With his eyes closed.]
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The cursed man cleared his throat, trying to get the attention of someone. But what would he say once he had their attention? His mind was clouded by several fears and possibilities.]
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Would I be right in assuming that we simply pick our poison and inflict as much damage as possible?
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You would be right.
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He rolls his shoulders, squaring them, and takes an appropriate stance. He glances briefly at the indicated line, before returning his gaze to the enemy.]
Must we use your ammunition?
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[Siran sizes up Ironhide briefly, and then wanders over to a far crate.]
You'll find this most effective, friend.
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What is it?
[He shifts to follow the crewman, keeping a wary optic on the enemy the whole while.]
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[He holds up a shell to Ironhide.]
It is weakest to this. Don't be prideful, use it.
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However, the sight of the slime in the cup gets his stomach feeling just the tiniest bit queasy as he imagines having to down the substance.
All the same, he waits obediently. For the moment, he has no idea what more to do, just that some thing is looming behind what's left of the ship and apparently the captain he was always uneasy around had some kind of plan. So no sense in breaking rank now.]
Whatever you're planning Captain, I hope this works.
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