Ironic Invasion [Athena Crew]

[A Face in the Crowd]

[This Encounter Run by Kyla]

As all attentions were on the raven haired captain there were unseen events unfolding right under their noses. For one reason or another the sensors and alarms were not giving proper readings; it was as though time had come to a halt for the system.

In a sudden burst of turbulence and noise the ship's systems caught back up with time, alarms blared and the boat rocked wildly. The sensors showed another ship had come out from the black and was now nearing collision after an apparent firing of weapons upon the stolen vessel.

A second weapon was fired upon the surprised ship, this time a EMP hit it's target. The ship was dead in the water, it rocked again as the invading ship latched on.

The air lock was engaged and the horrors boarded the ship, weapons and appetite ready. Somehow a small amount auxiliary power turned on, giving some light and restoring the oxygen flow throughout the ship. However that was all; the sensors, the engine, the cortex...all down. There was no hope for escape or calling for help, they were on their own. Their foe was unknown to them, but they would soon find out that the worst in the 'verse was upon them. Their intentions foul and evil.

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[Paige Demore]

Priya was silent as she listened to everyone's words, letting it soak in. A slight grin or perhaps a small smile crossed her lips, so she wasn't going to go at this alone after all. The chances of success rose with each person who said they'd stay and maybe they'd pick up a few more along the way. Just as the unlikely captain was about to speak the ship rocked and she was nearly knocked off her feet.

"Ai yah tien ah! What in the world?!" Priya said in surprise as she regained her balance and made her way to the sensor panel. "It's another ship! Brace for im-" Her words were cutoff by a mixture of the ship going dark and another round of turbulence. They'd been hit with an EMP weapon, not many ships had them or were allowed to have them even.

There were sounds coming from deeper parts of their ship, they were being boarded. By who was the more important question. No way would Marcus Lee have had enough time to get a ship here to engage them. Priya's eyes cut to Jeff, "Time for some more fun after-all mister Weston," her words came out with a twist of her lips as she grinned. She pulled a pair of black sai from their hidden resting place, the look of bloodlust shining in her eyes.

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Ai Yah Tien Ah = Merciless hell

[Jeff Weston]

Battle mode kicked in alomst instantly for Weston as the ship was hit by emp. He heard Priya speak but it was slowed. His blood was pumping. When she ended her words Jeff turned and said 'Locking it down.' Who or what it was would be needed to be funneled to thin the numbers.


Bolting from the bridge he started to seal each of the doors leaving the only acess to the lower levels open at the fartherest end. Driving back to the bridge he flew by the kitchen station grabbing steel pans and chef's knives. Throwing two pans and three knives on to the bridge Jeff turned and knelled on his right knee. Pulling free his sonic weapon he started to smile.

'Now let them come in.'

[Paige Demore]

[[OOC: The next reply will be Onas please.]]
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"The bridge isn't the place for a good fight, I like enough room when it's time for a brawl. Plus if we can get this ship moving again I don't want the controls damaged." She shook her head very slightly with her words, as she put both sai into one hand she reached to her hip holster and pulled one of her pistols. Her eyes cut to Onas, if he wanted to stay he was going to work. Priya had to make sure he could cut it. The safety was on, it stayed on while they sat in their holster. Walking over to the newest recruit, hips swaying in the leather, she pressed the pistol into his chest, holding it until he took hold of it. "Let's see what you're made of mister Knox, shall we?"

Priya looked between both men, "The airlock will feed them into the cargo bay. From there they'll scatter through-out the ship I assume. Depending on they're purpose here." She moved to the door, her walk was one of determination. "I don't intend for them to make their way up here on their own terms."

Despite the fact that she wore high-heeled boots her walk was quiet as she went down the corridor. She didn't wait on Jeff or Onas to follow, her focus was on whoever had invaded her ship. They would pay dearly for it, the captain would make sure of that.

As she approached the entry way into the cargo bay there were noises, but no voices. It was strange, slowly Priya peered around the corner. At the sight of what she saw her face paled a little, she pressed herself against the wall. Taking in a glance at the company beside her, a mere whisper escaped her lips, "Wu de tyen ah...it's reavers." The sai were put back into their hiding spot..for now. They'd need to take out as many as possible from a distance. Reavers were notorious for the up-close kill, they didn't use guns.

The leather-clad woman took hold of her second pistol, taking it's safety off. They were getting closer, a move had to be made and now. Pushing herself off the wall and heading onto the catwalk of the cargo bay, a couple shots rang out. The bullets had hit their mark and one of the creatures fell. Priya grinned.

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Wu de tyen ah = Dear God in heaven

[Onas Knox]

Onas took the pistol with little reservation, he just wished he had his knife. The captain moved first, creeping with paranormal silence. Onas could fight, sure, but he wasn't some assassin. He hadn't been trained for 粪 like this.

They came to a corner leading into the cargo bay. There were some noises, not quite like people, but enough so it wasn't a mistakable sound. Murmurs. Onas saw an odd look on Giselle's face, and took a look for himself. They were all screwed up, like lepers or something. He could smell them too, if Onas had ever experienced the odor in an old gym, he would have said it smelled like that. As it was, it was just a nasty, bitter smell he couldn't place. Familiar though. But they were defiantly human.

He also took note on their behavior. They acted like hungry dogs on an ally. Walking and sniffing, and poking through everything. Search and destroy tactics they were not. It was as though they had no intention of finding live people aboard. But any sane, half-educated man could tell you that emp weapons of any kind had no effect on people. They didn't speak or gesture to each other, and they jerked alot. No social skills exemplified at all. His only conclusion was Reavers. Silly even to hear in his head. But how could he argue with what was right in front of him. These things must have been Reavers. They just fit the profile far to well.

The captain aimed her gun, then light and noise. Then one beast down with more screaming down on them. Must have been a dozen of them. Onas held out the pistol and fired again and again, bullets went wild. He was pretty sure he hit one in the leg, and he couldn't tell if it was his bullet or the captains that dropped the next one. He yelled for more bullets, and fired what was left in his pistol on the sprinting maniacs, wishing for all the world that these 该死 Reavers would slow the 性交 down.

[Jeff Weston]

Jeff watched as the Captain walked by him, stern and stoic. Now he knew he had made the right choice to stay on board. Holstering the knives and taking the iron skillet in his left hand he followed behind Onas. He shut the final door to the bridge and locking it down he quietly followed them to the cargo-bay.

Nearing the cargo-bay he could see the shock and expressions on their face. The sound were some what familiar to him. On reaching the upper door hatch he saw them, Reavers. The tactics were in need of a change. Weston backed out of the door way and found the stairs to the lower hatch door way. Moving into place he waited for the fateful hail of bullets that he knew was coming from the others of above.

When the firing started Jeff counted to five and drove into their numbers. Reavers were known well for their up-close kills but what they also liked doing is flocking to attack and they were. So when he attacked they had their backs to him for the most part. He drove through blasting with his amped sonic weapon that shrieked as it tore through flesh. Loud clangs also sounded as he defended and brutally smashed them with the iron skillet.

Making a single run through the numbers, Jeff made it to the far-side stairs and turned to block them from coming up them. Defending it from three more reavers with a smash to one reaver's head and a mid-section blast with his sonic weapon on another Jeff readied himself for another run. Once the third fell he danced and spun till he was in the middle of them. Looking to the far-side he saw a reaver going for the lower door hatch. Tossing the skillet with deadly accuracy the reaver went down as the skillet caved in the back of it's head.

Removing one of the chef knives Jeff slowly marched on to the lower door hatch. Slashing his way was by far harder and more costly for the blood was getting thick and making for a poor grip on the blade. One of the reavers smashed his blade away yet got gut shot by the sonic weapon. A warbling sound could be heard from his weapon telling him that his weapon was over heating and needed a cool down. So once again he would have to change up his tactics. Using up the last three shots he rushed through the group to get to the door.

Kicking the dead reaver out of the way he shut the door behind himself, letting the reavers hammer and bang on the doors. As they were trying to get at him he made his way back up to the upper catwalk whilst dragging his bloodied skillet and knives along with a reaver blade and his sonic blaster holstered.

Keepim' pinned. Oh hey Cap, thanks again, you said you'd have a bit of adventure for me.

[Paige Demore]

"What exactly are you aiming at Onas?" Priya asked in a mix of amusement and annoyance. He was wasting bullets and since they weren't on the Athena there wasn't exactly an unlimited supply. And yet she still tossed him another clip when he yelled for more. The captain fired off a few more rounds, dropping another reaver that was running toward them. The empty clip was thrown in a random direction as she loaded the fresh one. The last one. Bang. There was only one extra clip per pistol and she'd given one to Onas to waste. Bang.

Jeff wasn't with them anymore, but she knew he could be counted on to get things done. Bang. Bang. The racket that began downstairs was proof enough of that. The distance between them and the reavers was growing smaller, it would be time for the up-close fight very soon. Bang. Jeff finally re-joined them, Priya grinned at his words. "Glad I could accommodate you Mister Weston, putting those nice muscles to work I see." Bang. She holstered the pistol after the last bullet was shot.

The pair of black sai reappeared from their hidden place and into Priya's skilled hands. She also traded her second pistol from Onas and put one of her daggers into his hands, "Don't go losing my dagger Onas." Her attentions were brought back to the fight just as one reaver ran upon them with it's arms raised to strike. It was blocked by the pair of sai in the hands of the sultry woman. Priya kicked square in the mid-section, sending him over the railing to the floor below.

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Dagger:

[Onas Knox]

Onas shot again and again, and as though fate were laughing at him, nothing died. Hell, was he even hitting anything? He tried to concentrate, squeeze the trigger, don't pull. Aim down the sights, line up at the neck to account for the mussel raise, none of it worked when the 该死 things ran a hundred miles an hour. Not to mention these were automatics, and Onas' only real experience was with revolvers, or fill loaders. The things bounced around with every pull of the hair trigger...

One came right up on them, and just before he pulled the trigger, its head exploded. Giselle had shot it already, now he would never get credit for, nor even an acknowledgment that he did in fact... hit one in the head.

The pistol finally emptied, Onas was almost glad, Giselle made a crack about his shooting, and Jeff came back, blood dripping off a frying pan. They were freakin cracking jokes while reavers were pouring down as though the floodgates had burst. It figured. Another one came way, way to close, and the captain kicked it, kicked it mind you, off a sixteen foot railing. She practically snatched the pistol out of his hand, and handed him a knife. It was a good weight, coated in black anti-scratch protective. Just enough steel showing to catch a light sliver when he turned it over in his hand.

"Don't go losing my dagger Onas." she jeered, and continued her slaughter, with only the vaguest sense to Onas of actually trying. So this is what Jeff and Giselle were good at? Onas felt like one would if they had suddenly wandered into some VIP club for killers. Smoke haze was still lingering in the air from all the firing, so thick it as even hazy around the main vent.

It was at this moment that he realized the ship was no longer pumping atmo. Reavers be damned, this was a serious problem, in fact, the situation had now cleanly changed from bad, to catastrophe. The EMP must have killed the auxiliary. He looked behind them, and then down the catwalk, the auxiliary station was on the other side. No reavers were in that direction, so he decided to try and do something he was good at.

"Cover me!" he shouted, and pushed past the Captain, hustling down the catwalk. A single reaver was there, like a wisp it just appeared, screeching, and howling after him. Onas dropped to his knees from a full sprint, sliding across metal grate, towards his enemy. Every rib of corrugated metal chipped into his kneecaps, sending mind-blowing pain through his receptors, and locking his momentum down to a halt. He forced the pain down, and brought the knife up, catching the reaver in his thigh. Then he jabbed his left hand against it's shin, buckling its leg and shifting its advance to redirect its energy. He came up with the knife all but sucking out of the wound, Onas worked hard to keep the blade slicing through as much of the clothing as he could manage, getting a nice, long, clean cut up the demented man's repulsive body. Onas' hand carried the blade in a wide high arc off the slice, and he paused only briefly at it's pinnacle, bringing it back down into the soft portion between the collarbone, down into the reaver's ribcage.

Then he twisted the dagger.

Whatever life this poor deranged half-man had experienced, it would prove to have been to little. In its insanity, it could never fight with reason, and it fell because of this. Onas had other matters to attend to, and reveling in the moment of triumphing over this beast was not one of them. He pushed it out of the way, and got to the door. Gunshots had been heard here and there, but not like that first minute. Either there were less intruders, or just less ammo. Onas hoped it wasn't the latter. He grabbed the handle on the door and forced it shut, sliding it to, just as a reaver slammed off the other side with his shoulder. It only banged against the door for a moment before some force crippled it. Onas cycled the lock, and pinned it, never looking back.

He ran down the short hall to the auxiliary. Not just hurrying, but really ran. His lungs hurt, but he wanted a cigarette regardless. He popped the support hatch open and looked over the diagnostic that flooded the screen. Just as he feared, the core systems were offline. At least it was only offline, and not non-functional. He turned to the bank of wires to his left, sifting from one to the next. Then he found the correct strand, burnt at the board. That would simply have to be replaced, and he didn't have a spot-welder. Onas thought fast, how else could he get it back online? He decided to jump it off the sub-drives from the airlock connections. Onas picked the nearest plate, and jammed Giselle's knife into it, prying it open with little strain on the blade. It was a good dagger, if only a little short. He felt along the panel until he got a good hold with his fingers, and gave it four good yanks, finally freeing it. Now all he needed was some heavy gaged wire for the jump-start.

No need for you, Onas thought as he pulled a length of the running light's cabling free, he wrapped it around his wrist, and braced himself against the wall with his right foot, then tugged with all he had, prying away the ceramic clips that held it in place for a good twenty feet. He took the dagger and cut it free, then he used his lighter to burn the wire's protective plastic coating near the ends. Onas peeled it off with the blade scraping perpendicular to the wire, not pretty, but it'd work. He noted the colors, and tied them off to the bands on the board. Then he wrapped it two good times around some subsystem wires, and dropped it down the airlock maintenance shaft. Then, he ducked inside.

Onas used his shoulders to help him crawl along, until he got to the boat's hull. Here another set of grating had to be jolted free before he could get to the shoring fuse. Onas snapped it open with practiced ease, and started slicing into the ancient airlock power hubs of the reaver ship that were married to the Courtuose's. Once he had a solid connection, he crawled another few feet, technically inside the reaver's ship, and hammered the main bus open. Those doors wouldn't be closing again. He cut the hydraulic hoses anyway, just for spite. Then he "walked" with his shoulders and hips back into his ship, and sealed it back.

He crawled back to the hatch opening and poked his head out like a burglar breaking into a precinct. He looked a half dozen times before he was satisfied, and even then he never let the knife out of his grasp... somewhere or the other, it was always on his person. Most of the next few minutes, it was cradled in-between his teeth, as he was to paranoid to put it down. He worked the ends again and again, and finally got a heartbeat, the ships core pumped on the diagnostic. Onas tagged it several times to be sure that the voltage wouldn't trip the breaker, and then he spiked the power. The core jumped, and died. Onas spiked it again, and got the same result. Somewhere, a solenoid or two was completely blown. He needed to be in two places at once. Onas hurried with wide eyes and a ready knife, hoping that Jeff and Giselle were still near the hatch...

[Jeff Weston]

Jeff worked his way to the end of the catwalk talking one reaver at a time, making them bottle neck. So when more than one set of arm came at him he would slash at it then go back to dealing with the body in front of him. A sounding came from his belt and his sonic weapon had finally recharged.

Unholstering it he made quick work with the reavers ripping through vital arteries with the fewest shots possible. Then came again the sounding for a recharge again. Grumbling he promised himself that when he next got to a city that had his hardware for his gun he would upgrade it. Giving a chest crushing kick to a reaver he backed off a bit to let them flood on again. The group that moved forward were a bit less agresive. Until one in the back exploded over the top of them and grabbed Jeff and pulled him over the railing.

The knives he had in his hands went flying wildly into the void of the cargo bay. The sounds of grunting and wild ranting could be heard from just underneath the catwalk. Weston had managed to grab the railing as they went over. Now his feet were just ten feet from the floor yet the reaver was still dangling and snarlling. The sound it made drew the attention of other reavers who was going up the stairs toward Priya. They now gathered and started to pull at Jeff and the other reaver until he could not hold on any more.

Falling was not the hard thing not getting eaten when down was the problem. Now with his hands free though he reached back to the two remaining cooking knives. A mad fit of slashing and carving at any body part that came his way was all he could do for a bit until he saw a gap in the reavers. Bolting through with knives flying he ran head long forward, until he saw another group of reaver coming toward him. He realized that he was at the hatch Jeff activated the doors to close but found that they were dead. Jamming the buttons down he left that area to go to a manual hatch crank.

About that time again he heard his sonic weapon ping sounding a recharge. He snatched the weapon with his left hand from his right hip and fired it at any reaver that got close as he cranked the doors closed. The next wave of reavers were trying to force the doors bacn over but the mechanics of the manual crank were by far greater. It closed with a slight squish as a few reaver arms were caught in the closing.

Jeff bolted back up to the top through the lower level hatch and made it in time to see Onas come to the hatch to see if they were still about. Tired, breathing hard and now bleeding from bite marks and slashes to his back, Jeff came back to Priya and Onas to face a catwalk and stairs filled with reavers.

[Paige Demore]

While the men went about their various tasks the Captain concentrated her efforts on the mass of reavers in front of her. As their numbers close-up grew so did the danger, the time for jokes was over. Priya said nothing, her focus was on keeping herself and her crew alive. One after another, the creatures came at her non-stop. Unfortunately alot of her strikes were not fatal the first time around or even the second, but it gave the reaver something to think about. If they thought anything, did they? Did they even feel the pain inflicted upon them?

Priya was not coming out of this unscathed, she was getting her own fair share of pain. Several cuts bled on her arms, shallow and slight, but still the wounds were there. Somehow she'd even gotten a cut on her face, it started near her hairline and going down her temple. It thankfully had missed her eye. The reavers that fell to the woman were being used as a sort of shield. She'd push the body before it hit the ground into the next oncoming target.

Her arms were beginning to feel heavy, her breathing rough. There was only so much constant fighting someone could handle. No doubt Priya was in great shape, but this wasn't your normal,everyday battle. It was as though her actions were starting to move in slow motion while the reavers showed no signs of getting tired.

In an instant there was a sharp burning sensation in the Captain's calf, she gasped in the surprise along with the pain. A reaver that should have been dead wasn't, it'd crawled closer to her from beneath the bodies of it's fallen comrades. Priya couldn't make out the 'weapon' it had used, but it didn't really matter did it? She quickly used her sai to finish the job, pushing herself backward as another approached swinging a club at her. Priya took advantage of her position, using her thick heeled boots against the reaver's knees. She heard the cracking of bone as she hit the target. Meeting the creature as it fell, it's chin impaled on the sai that Priya held up as she got back to her feet.

Ignoring the pain as best she could, the battle continued. When had Jeff and Onas showed back up? She must have been deep in her focus to not even notice either of them.

[Jeff Weston]

Jeff was really outta shape. He use to go longer and harder than that in the past. The battle fitige was showing up not only on him but the rest of the crew. None more so than the captian. She was doing well from where Weston was but when a reaver raise from the piles of dead bodies then he knew others would follow suit. Sure enough another rose attack her from behind.

Jeff moved as fast as his tired legs could to intercept. Catching the reaver flat footed he grabbed his hands on either side of it's head and with a quick twist the reaver's neck snapped. He was happy that this one was moving slowly for he would not have gotten to them before some thing bad happened. Yet some bad did happen. A very sharp pain hit him in his upper right shoulder. Looking down at it he saw a reaver blade piercing through his shoulder. With out much sound Weston grabbed the flat edge of the blade and held on as he turned. Again pain was sent through his right side stealing his breath away making him drop to one knee.

This was bad never had any gotten the drop on him for quiet a long time. Now here he was at the feet of an enemy waiting for the death stroke to fall upon his open juggular on his left neck. Anger flaired within him dropping his left hand to his sonic weapon he drew it with minimal effort, since all the pain was on his right side. Charging it and pointing it he fired it off as soon as he had a body shot. Though it being a lower body shot it would have to do. The mid-hip section of the reaver exploded and the reaver fell face downward. Lowering the weapon he fired a second off. The reaver's head exploded as well splattering matter every where.

Raising with great pain and a roar that had not been heard since Hera and the battle of Serenity, Jeff turned to face Priya and the onslot of reavers. Stumbling forward he fired close groupings to hit the shown heads of the reavers. Standing as a human shield between his crewmates and the reavers he continued to take aim at the reavers. If they were not backing down neither was he and he showed it even when his weapon ran out of charge.

Bashing the reavers with it until it was useless and disarming a reaver of a blade he then sliced at and and all that moved before him. Time and reality faded from him as he fought on. He was not sure when he passed out. He still felt like he was fighting them. A slash here and breaking of a joint here and there. The only thing he could remember was the figure of a female with wings of her own. It could have been the after glow of the cargobay lights or some thing else but he knew they were making head way in clearing the ship.

[Onas Knox]

Onas got back to the cargo bay door he'd sealed, just in time to see Jeff get hit. At first it didn't look all that bad, so Onas simply pushed on with opening the door back up. Maybe he wouldn't wedge it quite so tight next time. He soon realized that Jeff's injury had to be worse than the cold soldier had allowed it to appear. Jeff got between Pryia and the reavers, he was swinging a weapon now, were they out of ammo? Just as the door finally cycled, Onas saw him finally hit the ground.

This was Not happening.

Jeff was the one crewmen Onas was counting on to have the skill to help him with the restart. The captain must know about the mechanics. Today, she would have to.

Onas ran down the catwalk, towards the narrow causeway that they were holding down. Before jumping into the fray, he got on the intercom to their silent pilot. "Rox, close down all hatches forward of 12. Then stand by, were gonna boot it manually." As Jeff had hit the ground the captain had been left alone to deal with the entire onslaught, and what a show it was. With his ever present dagger, Onas jumped forward, slicing anything on the Reaver's bodies that he thought of as paramount on his own.

He started speaking in a forcefully controlled voice, loud enough to make himself heard, but not to seem panicked.

"Captain, we gotta get Jeff out of here, back that way." He made a motion with the head of a reaver whose life he was ending. Using its head to point the way as he threw the lifeless body in the direction of the catwalk. Another took its place moments later. He was to low to attempt a neck wound, so he reeled around, swiping and got it cleanly stabbed it in the shin. The dagger sank in almost completely. Onas got his leg under him and lurched up, driving the howling creatures jaw shut with his forehead. Onas world erupted with white dots, but not so much that he didn't see that chunk of red thing and a ton of blood waterfall past his head. He'd made it bite off its tongue? It had its mouth covered with its left hand and was stumbling back from the attack.

So they do feel pain...

Onas looked to the captain, "Would you come o....." She wasn't do well either, her leg was soaked in blood, and she appeared dizzy. Still fighting but who knew if she was listening or not.

So for the moment, things weren't looking good. Onas panicked inside, but on the outside, he took all the despair, and turned it to a grimace. He turned his head slowly towards the Reaver in his clutches. He brought his dagger in hard with his right hand, running it into the things lungs, the dagger entering between the third and the fourth ribs. Its eyes opened, and its pace slowed. Onas pushed it on its feet. Forcing the contingent of five or so on the walkway back to the stairs. He got his foot behind the Reavers, and push hard and fast with every ounce he could muster. The body knocked several more off the sides as it made its way down to the deck. Onas turned on his heel, never looking back.

"Captain, we gotta go." He took Jeff's hand and hauled him up, he wasn't unconscious, and there seemed to be some ineffective degree of debate coming from the wounded soldier, Onas looked back to his blood-lusted captain, "Captain, Come On!" This time, he'd said it with a volume and pitch he reserved for Duke dropping one in the house, or some underling not stripping a ship correctly. Or in this case, a Captain who needed to clear her head.

God please, he prayed silently, I need some help here.


[OOC, he guys, not trying to God mod you Jeff, thought id lend a hand is all, if this isn't what you wanted, i will happily change it. Cap, same for you. Please send me a message, if you approve so i can make this post official, or make the nessisary changes]

[Paige Demore]

There had been a reaver coming at her from behind...but Jeff..he..he stopped it from getting to her. Priya was in utter shock and awe, why had he done such a thing? Sure he was being paid to be part of the crew but to take a hit for her? No words would come out, but what did she want to say? She had no idea. There was a mix of emotions, on one hand she wanted to punch him in the jaw and ask what the hell he was thinking to do that. On the other she wanted to run to him, hug him, and thank him. Even if she would let herself do the second urge this was not the time. There were still reavers about.

Priya changed modes, the rage and anger took over. She turned to the oncoming reavers and took out her emotions on them. Slashing and stabbing with her sai, even kicking a few with her boots. She was lost in a daze, the turmoil was overwhelming.

The Captain heard Onas' voice, but the words didn't translate. The combination of her tornado of emotions and the pain in her leg she wasn't all there at the moment.

'Don't you dare give up on me yet. You don't stop until I say so gorram it.' She was chastising herself, her tired and sore arms. The throbbing pain in her leg, the dizziness in her head and whatever other part of her body didn't want to cooperate. She wouldn't be putting up with it, not now.

She was still hacking and slashing away at a reaver, a voice broke through the barriers. Onas. A sai went through the creature's heart that stood in front of her. Priya turned, the look on her face was different, not hers in a way. Her normal blood-lust look during battle was replaced with a sort of vacancy in her eyes. Yet there was the rage and anger showing through. Her features softened though when she saw Jeff, reality had turned back on.

Priya didn't say anything, she put her weapons away and walked over to the men. She ignored the burning pain that was shooting through her calf as she moved. Positioning herself beside Jeff so that she could take some of his weight, putting an arm around his waist; the Captain nodded to Onas. They were done here. "We need to get to the infirmary." She glanced at Jeff, "Now." Priya was no medic, but she knew they needed to stop the bleeding and fast.

[Jeff Weston]

(Occ-all is good. Lets continue on. Final word EPICNESS.)


Jeff was all but in lala land. What dragged him back to some reality was the flaring pain that coursed through his right side. He too could feel movement of himself, but not by his own legs. Help from his crewmates had been the first feeling of belonging he had in a great while.

He had to do more coming round he found his right arm near his sticks as they made for the nearest hatch. Using his fingers only he removed one of the sticks. Switching them on he turned them up to max release and to remote trip by it's mated pair. Dropping it it landed points down into the catwalk grid work. If he was a betting man the sure fire way of dealing with boarders was to lock down and space the lot or vent the atmo. Whichever was easiest to achieve would soon prove to be.

Gotta move, hot foot gummin. Quick or you light up like a candle.

[Onas Knox]

Onas didn't know what to think about the nonsense Jeff was spouting, probably secret codes to secret plans. Or bombs just as likely. Then again it could just be blood loss. Onas was no doctor, but that was a lot of blood dripping on the floor, and Jeff sure looked the kind who would want to keep it. The Reavers were not gone, But The three of them passed through the hatch with enough time to seal it good. The ship was now thoroughly locked off. Jeff was injured critically. And no one knew if Roxie was even alive. Their problems had just begun.

Hopefully nothing but sane ordinary humans were on this side of the door. They got to the infirmary in very good time, and Onas cycled closed the lock. He breathed a sigh of relief. Rattled as he was, he stopped his hands from shaking, and helped the captain get Jeff up onto the table. Then he applied pressure to the wound, and leaned into the captains ear.

"I know there is a lot on your mind, and Jeff an all. But you may have noticed..." Reavers could be heard banging at the door down the short hallway, Onas notably sped his voice. "We have a little problem with the auxiliary power."

Even as he said it, he was standing under light, and air could be felt venting, along with sounds of ticking clocks. No stale uncirculated air could be smelled. But... he'd never had the chance to actually fix the auxiliary? It wouldn't have taken much, someone to have held a tester till he knew which bus to bypass, then they would have had full power. Sooooo... He looked around curiously. Shouldn't the ship have no real power to speak off?

Just critical emergency systems.

Onas thought for a second about where they were. That was the answer. If only he knew what had become of Roxie. A smile crossed his face. Turning back to the captain, he spoke low and cold, "How long would it take you to get Roxie down here?"