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[ooc: We aren't planetside, Zen, and there's not much chance that we're going to go planetside. =\]
Paul whistled to Naomi. The feline grabbed hold of the doorframe and began to step through, but stopped cold when she heard the shclick of a slugthrower being cocked. She glanced over her shoulder and was greeted by the sight of about four smugglers armed with submachineguns and blaster pistols staring her down. "...Tzao gao! They found us!" she yelled. The smugglers, their stealth having failed them, threw themselves against the walls and hid behind whatever cover they could find. Naomi likewise darted into the bridge and placed herself against the doorframe, so that she was in cover.
Before they could shout for her to surrender, she flicked off the safety on her assault rifle and leaned out of cover. She trained the sights on the nearest smuggler and opened fire. The weapon's staccato chatter filled the ship as a hail of armor-defeating rounds cut through the air and peppered the exposed conduits the man was hiding behind. The burst punctured the thin pipes, sending a spray of pressurized water jetting across the hall. While some rounds were unable to penetrate the other side of the pipe, as they lost too much energy passing through the water, a pair of rounds maintained just enough velocity to punch through. They shot out and struck the smuggler in his left shoulder. He cried out and slumped back against the wall, clutching to his injured arm and screaming, "She shot me! Bitch shot me! Somebody kriffin' kill her!"
A wall of blaster energy and pistol-caliber rounds smattered against the doorframe and passed through. Puffs of black smoke and sparks flew about everywhere. Naomi cringed away from the doorway. "Paul, seal the cockpit windows, I don't want a stray round venting us!" she yelled over the fire. The moment there was a lull in the barrage, she took the opportunity to return fire. She leaned out of cover and popped off a burst at a smuggler pressed up against the right wall. The trio of bullets caught him in the flank; he dropped, crying out in pain as he fell and yelling for a medic afterwards.
The barrage resumed once more, forcing Naomi to hide herself again. They were winning, but she'd been lucky to avoid killing anyone thus far. If the firefight kept up, she'd start actually aiming, and when she did that, a few thugs would have ventilated hearts and heads. It'd be a messy scene, and she didn't really enjoy the idea of taking lives. With that in mind, she yelled to Paul again. "Change of plans! Just seal the door! It'll buy us a little time to crawl outta here through the vents and to figure out where we are!"
Paul whistled to Naomi. The feline grabbed hold of the doorframe and began to step through, but stopped cold when she heard the shclick of a slugthrower being cocked. She glanced over her shoulder and was greeted by the sight of about four smugglers armed with submachineguns and blaster pistols staring her down. "...Tzao gao! They found us!" she yelled. The smugglers, their stealth having failed them, threw themselves against the walls and hid behind whatever cover they could find. Naomi likewise darted into the bridge and placed herself against the doorframe, so that she was in cover.
Before they could shout for her to surrender, she flicked off the safety on her assault rifle and leaned out of cover. She trained the sights on the nearest smuggler and opened fire. The weapon's staccato chatter filled the ship as a hail of armor-defeating rounds cut through the air and peppered the exposed conduits the man was hiding behind. The burst punctured the thin pipes, sending a spray of pressurized water jetting across the hall. While some rounds were unable to penetrate the other side of the pipe, as they lost too much energy passing through the water, a pair of rounds maintained just enough velocity to punch through. They shot out and struck the smuggler in his left shoulder. He cried out and slumped back against the wall, clutching to his injured arm and screaming, "She shot me! Bitch shot me! Somebody kriffin' kill her!"
A wall of blaster energy and pistol-caliber rounds smattered against the doorframe and passed through. Puffs of black smoke and sparks flew about everywhere. Naomi cringed away from the doorway. "Paul, seal the cockpit windows, I don't want a stray round venting us!" she yelled over the fire. The moment there was a lull in the barrage, she took the opportunity to return fire. She leaned out of cover and popped off a burst at a smuggler pressed up against the right wall. The trio of bullets caught him in the flank; he dropped, crying out in pain as he fell and yelling for a medic afterwards.
The barrage resumed once more, forcing Naomi to hide herself again. They were winning, but she'd been lucky to avoid killing anyone thus far. If the firefight kept up, she'd start actually aiming, and when she did that, a few thugs would have ventilated hearts and heads. It'd be a messy scene, and she didn't really enjoy the idea of taking lives. With that in mind, she yelled to Paul again. "Change of plans! Just seal the door! It'll buy us a little time to crawl outta here through the vents and to figure out where we are!"