Board Thread:The Mech Bay Bar'n'Grill/@comment-24930445-20140526230330/@comment-24930445-20140614214919

Jack & Travers

They had only made it down a couple of hallways before encountering their next foe, a woman this time. “Ah shit. Forgive us ma.” Jack muttered under his breath as both men charged. She never got a shot off and, despite their best efforts, they left another dead body in their wake.

“We’re going to go to hell for that, you know.” Travers sighed, picking the blaster off her body and handing it Jack.

“We’re going to hell for a lot of things, m’boyo. A *lot* of things.” The brothers continued to the bridge of Krita.

Surprisingly, there weren’t as many attackers as they had imagined. Unfortunately for Travers, the next attacker was able to get a shot off, creasing Travers’ leg though the damage was minimal. Jack did not take kindly to his brother being injured and proceeded to punch the attacker. Knowing they needed information, he took it a little easier on the man than he had on the other two, simply laying him out even as his comm beeped. “Jack. You got a Raider or someone on Vextis besides me? I need a distraction and I need it now!”

“Bloody hell, Joke. Ya don’t think I’ve got enough… “ The man at his feet promptly stood up, the blaster they had yet to relieve him of coming up to Jack’s chest. Without thinking, Jack smashed his fist into the man’s face, sending his head into the wall directly behind him. “Ya bloody right bastard. Stay th’ fuck down er I’ll be cripplin ya!!! Joke, y’asshole… Fix it yerself!” And he slammed the link closed.

As they progressed to the bridge, Travers couldn’t help but notice the fallen bodies of several of his crew and his mood darkened to pure rage. Several fights and several bodies later, he stormed onto the bridge, glancing around to see who he had and calling orders to each as he made his way to the captain’s chair.

“Boydon. Get everyone here on comms. Find security first, then other key personnel. Relay message that energy weapons will *NOT* work on the unfriendlies. Hand to hand, low tech or no tech only, understood? If they can capture, fine. If they can’t… *fine*.” His meaning was clear.

Jack had already been on his own comm, relaying the same information to the Raiders one at a time. He was concerned when he couldn’t get ahold of Dalia, but could only pray she was ok.

“Shayde. I want to know how they got here. Didn't anyone notice a bunch of assholes with guns wandering around? How the fuck did they get on my ship?""

Flipping his comm, he immediately began speaking. “Deno, what’s our status? Why am I using a personal comm to get in touch with my crew? Why am I doing it with flashing red lights all around me and why can’t I move my ship out of dock?”

“Are you done captain?” The soft voice came back to him. “If so, the answers to your questions are, in order, I don’t know yet, I don’t know yet, I don’t know yet, and I don’t know… yet. Hope that helps.” And the comm disconnected.

Travers just stared at his silent comm blankly.

“Dalia’s missing. Can’t raise her on the comm. Don’t suppose you had her last known location, huh?” Jack stood next to the captain’s chair and, even though the smirk on his face told him he had heard Deno’s reply, the pinch of his eyes spoke of the worry for their missing comrade.

“Nope.” Travers turned to those on the bridge. “Anyone know Dalia’s plans for the day? She’s not answering and I need to know if we should be concerned about this on top of everything else.”

No reply was returned to the question. “We’ll find her, Jack. Once this is over, we’ll find her.”