After climbing up the ladder Sora’oso would have found himself on the Lower Corridor of the ship. Everything was pitch black and quiet, except for the sounds of the ship’s engine which vibrated through the hallways of the Lower Corridor with a hollow echo. The ground felt strangely cold under his feet, and each step would send an extra echo of sound throughout the corridor. The only source of light that was visible in the hallways was pale blue flashes that enveloped the area before disappearing just as quickly as they appeared. This happened every few seconds or so, and he would only be given a few seconds to scan the area with every flash, but it was just enough to navigate.
The first mate grunted, now concerned about just how well this operation would end. This guy was mad in the head. A man of wealth with such ferocity and malice…he would have never thought such a rich man existed. He was a monster. He glared at Leon, seething at the cut made in his throat, watching as the blood trickled down. This was not good, he was outmatched by a rich man, a rich man. The Captain would not be pleased with this failure.
He knew that there was no point in continuing the operation now. They needed some way of escape, or burn the ship down with them in it. But for now, he could only glare at the man with the knife. He had no choice, it was over.
All around the passengers, the remaining pirates seemed keen on tearing the Ork, the engineer, and the journalist apart. The one holding the stewardess managed to get knocked by the engineer's wrench, falling to the floor and setting the stewardess free. The stewardess got as far away from the pirate the held her as possible, fearing the off chance that he may wake up at any time. She yelped quietly at the pirate with the split skull quietly, knowing she would have to clean all of this up later. Most of the pirates seemed to be trying to avoid Leon, as if they were afraid the merchant would slice their throats next. Some pirate commented on how this was their worst siege ever. The pirate that muttered Skarn’s name stood only a few inches from him near a seating arrangement, not sure on what to do. “Leave them ye fools!” barked Skarn, causing the pirate nearest to him to jump. “We’re sunk!” An orchestra of groans could be heard from the pirates that were not yet dead, as they lowered their weapons in an act of surrender, some of them still glaring at the group that took down their comrades. Lawrence crawled out from his hiding spot to survey the pirates with glee. He was happy to know he wasn’t going to die today
“Alright lad, ye win! We were suppos’d ta get some information from the capt’n of this ship on a new route. It was meant ta be kept a secret but some fella leaked its existence, and the capt’n of this ship is one of the few pilots who knows where it’s at. There are others out there but it was mighty convenient we just happen’d ta come across this ship.” he spat. “It was suppos’d ta be a smooth siege, but then ye people decided ye were going ta fight back.”
The grenade fell to the ground, the sound it made echoed through the axial corridor along side with the sound of gunfire coming from a nearby ladder. Half of the hostages turned their heads to look at the fallen grenade launcher, confused, while the other half plus the pirate with the burns perked their heads towards the direction of the shot.
“What the fuck? Where did he come from?” asked the burnt man as his companion wheezed in pain, clutching his bleeding hand. “Can’t you quit whining? You’re embarrassing us!” Zoot gave a loud wheeze that sounded much like an angry cry. “Yes, I know that’s yer bloody shooting hand. And you know what? I’ll fucking shoot the damn thing myself if you want me to! We can’t keep doing this Zoot!” The pirate in the gas mask started hacking, and the other one sighed. “Look, just stay here and keep an eye on the hostages and our loot, I’ll go ahead and play with our little friend.” The smoking pirate walked away from his accomplice, smiling in spite of himself. He had not been able to have much fun in a long time; his superiors simply would not let him. And now he had a sorry bastard all to himself. He grabbed one of the steps of the ladder and began climbing, shooting at the meddler with a sawed off shot gun. He shot at least three times, climbing down a few steps between each shot. His empty mouth made it apparent that he had lost his pipe in the hype. “You don’t harm any of my mates and expect to get away with it son!”
After a stranger took the shot, the pirates were distracted enough for the stowaway to loosen his bonds. His hands were free right when the burnt man turned his back on the hostages and Zoot to chase the brave passenger. He took the opportunity to grab one of the hydrogen tanks (the only weapon available other than the grenade launcher) and whacked the larger pirate across the side of his head with it. He watched in satisfaction as the large pirate tipped forward, created a loud “PLUMP”. He threw the hydrogen tank to the side, not knowing that there was a leak at the top, letting out concentrated amounts of hydrogen gas to mingle with the atmosphere. As he untied the bonds of the captives he did not realize that a pirate’s pipe was falling to the ground in a dangerous manner.
Dodging the letters was the easy part. Dust was an expert dodger, dodging bullets, blades, and flaming arrows were always a cakewalk. It all involved a well timed, simple twist of the body. But in all of his expertise, he could not dodge the QM end. He dodged the "O", "D", and the number "1" just fine, he just to twist his body so that it spun, making the rest easy, but the problem was the final projectile was right behind the rest, making its appearance sudden and very effective. In a single embarrassing moment the QM hit its mark (no pun intended), causing Dust to fall backwards as a highly confused pirate. To make things worse, it turned out the woman he wanted to snag was a wind elementalist. The irony was just as painful as the QM/wind combo that was sent straight to his chest. Parts of his coverings were torn, leaking some fresh cut blood, and he fell to the ground, his vision blurred, his senses failing him. He still held his blades in his hands, which had scratched the surface of the observation deck as he fell. Attached to him was some sort of communications device.
Dav was in a frenzy. Absolutely nothing worked. The telegraph didn’t work, the elevator panel didn’t work, the gas board didn’t work and the echolot indicator didn’t work. It was like he was driving the ship blind. It didn’t help he was stuck manning two stations at the moment while his captain was out playing hero. He really hoped Fritz was alright, he had not heard of any sign that he and the crew were okay and he had been checking the speaking tube constantly ever since the captain left. It was his only source of his communication here, because it wasn’t run on electricity, and was in fact only a pipe that leads to the axial corridor. It was no use anyways. Something was blocking him from hearing hardly anything. All he could hear was weird noises, like someone had shot a gun, it worried him. All he could really do was fight to keep the Sohana afloat, even without his usual instruments. It was something Fritz expected him to do.
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