Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2014 10:34:52 GMT -6
If I was a pirate, what would be the first thing I would take out? he wondered.
A number of possibilities came to mind, but he quickly eliminated most of them until he came down to two: the bridge and the engine room. If they took the bridge, they could capture or kill the captain as a sure sign of their authority, but the more he thought about it, the more he thought the engine room was the best choice; a ship could function without a captain, but not an engine room.
He tapped at his omnitool, bringing up a map of the ship he had downloaded, one of the first things he had done after coming on board. A wave of annoyance came over him as he realized that he was closer to the bridge than the engine room.
Looks like the killing will have to wait a little bit longer, he thought as he started making his way to the engine room.
*****
Some might say there was a god who looked after warriors, because he ran into some pirates five minutes later in the passenger section of the ship. If Graal had been asked for his opinion, he would've said it was just a matter of luck.
They were making their way down the line of cabins. At each one, they would force the doors open, go inside, come back out with the passengers and drag them down the hallway.
Slavers, he thought. Or just really aggressive security guards I've never seen before escorting them to a more secure location.
Right.
As he approached them, he found himself thinking about slavery. While he had no problem with the strong dominating the weak, the idea of having someone doing something you were perfectly capable of doing yourself bothered him. Not because of any sort of inherent immorality, but because he thought it made you soft.
He nodded to himself, the matter settled. Now, time to get some killing done.
He considered his weaponry and quickly realized most of them weren't right for fighting on a ship. The Striker assault rifle, a rapid-fire grenade launcher, could easily tear a hole in the hull, and the Executioner heavy pistol could do it even more easily.
Looks like all I can use are the Claymore and my hands, he thought, and he smiled, relishing the thought of some up-close kills. They were his favorite kind, he thought it was what he was made for.
He drew the heavy shotgun from the small of his back.
*****
They were still working on the door when he reached them. He had made no effort to disguise his approach; he was not made for stealth. They obviously heard him, and they all turned to face him.
They chose the wrong moment.
The door opened, revealing a small glowing ball of light in the doorway, and they were all pulled into it except one, who struggled against it, but it didn't matter as the ball suddenly exploded, scattering slavers everywhere.
He stopped, wondering what had happened, when two asari peeked out of the door way. One of them gasped and fired what he recognized as an armor-piercing bolt of energy.
He made no effort to dodge it; krogan didn't dodge attacks, they took them and kept on coming, which is exactly what he did.
They ducked back inside the room, and a voice called out, "Wait! Are you with the pirates?"
"No," he said.
They slowly stepped out of their room. They were wearing some sort of full-body outfit with a skirt and some kind of head covering. One of them, looking a little less scared, said, "I apologize for my sister, this...situation...has her a bit on edge."
Great, squishies who've never been in a fight, he thought. But then how did they rig that trap?
Any further musings were interrupted by a moan from one of the slavers, who had clearly survived and was struggling to get up. He went over to him, slammed him back down with his foot, and shot him in the head with the Claymore.
The more nervous asari gasped. "You...you murdered him!" she said.
"And what was rigging your door to explode?" he retorted.
"That was self-defense," the other one said.
"Whatever," he said as he searched the body for spare heat sinks. He found several and stashed them away.
He noticed the heavy pistol on the headless corpse's belt. It took him a second to recognize the model. It was a Carnifex, not as powerful as his Executioner pistol, but an acceptable back up weapon. He took it and put two shots in the heads of the other slavers.
"You're a monster!" the self-righteous asari cried out.
"No, being practical," came a voice from the shadows, and a salarian stepped out from them a moment later. "Better to be sure enemies are dead, especially when outnumbered, judging by your actions you also believe pirates are interested in more than material goods, have met others who share same view, will take you to them, best if krogan guards the rear, by the way I'm Maerot Telola."
He headed down another hallway without looking back. The asari looked at each other before joining him, and Graal followed.
A number of possibilities came to mind, but he quickly eliminated most of them until he came down to two: the bridge and the engine room. If they took the bridge, they could capture or kill the captain as a sure sign of their authority, but the more he thought about it, the more he thought the engine room was the best choice; a ship could function without a captain, but not an engine room.
He tapped at his omnitool, bringing up a map of the ship he had downloaded, one of the first things he had done after coming on board. A wave of annoyance came over him as he realized that he was closer to the bridge than the engine room.
Looks like the killing will have to wait a little bit longer, he thought as he started making his way to the engine room.
*****
Some might say there was a god who looked after warriors, because he ran into some pirates five minutes later in the passenger section of the ship. If Graal had been asked for his opinion, he would've said it was just a matter of luck.
They were making their way down the line of cabins. At each one, they would force the doors open, go inside, come back out with the passengers and drag them down the hallway.
Slavers, he thought. Or just really aggressive security guards I've never seen before escorting them to a more secure location.
Right.
As he approached them, he found himself thinking about slavery. While he had no problem with the strong dominating the weak, the idea of having someone doing something you were perfectly capable of doing yourself bothered him. Not because of any sort of inherent immorality, but because he thought it made you soft.
He nodded to himself, the matter settled. Now, time to get some killing done.
He considered his weaponry and quickly realized most of them weren't right for fighting on a ship. The Striker assault rifle, a rapid-fire grenade launcher, could easily tear a hole in the hull, and the Executioner heavy pistol could do it even more easily.
Looks like all I can use are the Claymore and my hands, he thought, and he smiled, relishing the thought of some up-close kills. They were his favorite kind, he thought it was what he was made for.
He drew the heavy shotgun from the small of his back.
*****
They were still working on the door when he reached them. He had made no effort to disguise his approach; he was not made for stealth. They obviously heard him, and they all turned to face him.
They chose the wrong moment.
The door opened, revealing a small glowing ball of light in the doorway, and they were all pulled into it except one, who struggled against it, but it didn't matter as the ball suddenly exploded, scattering slavers everywhere.
He stopped, wondering what had happened, when two asari peeked out of the door way. One of them gasped and fired what he recognized as an armor-piercing bolt of energy.
He made no effort to dodge it; krogan didn't dodge attacks, they took them and kept on coming, which is exactly what he did.
They ducked back inside the room, and a voice called out, "Wait! Are you with the pirates?"
"No," he said.
They slowly stepped out of their room. They were wearing some sort of full-body outfit with a skirt and some kind of head covering. One of them, looking a little less scared, said, "I apologize for my sister, this...situation...has her a bit on edge."
Great, squishies who've never been in a fight, he thought. But then how did they rig that trap?
Any further musings were interrupted by a moan from one of the slavers, who had clearly survived and was struggling to get up. He went over to him, slammed him back down with his foot, and shot him in the head with the Claymore.
The more nervous asari gasped. "You...you murdered him!" she said.
"And what was rigging your door to explode?" he retorted.
"That was self-defense," the other one said.
"Whatever," he said as he searched the body for spare heat sinks. He found several and stashed them away.
He noticed the heavy pistol on the headless corpse's belt. It took him a second to recognize the model. It was a Carnifex, not as powerful as his Executioner pistol, but an acceptable back up weapon. He took it and put two shots in the heads of the other slavers.
"You're a monster!" the self-righteous asari cried out.
"No, being practical," came a voice from the shadows, and a salarian stepped out from them a moment later. "Better to be sure enemies are dead, especially when outnumbered, judging by your actions you also believe pirates are interested in more than material goods, have met others who share same view, will take you to them, best if krogan guards the rear, by the way I'm Maerot Telola."
He headed down another hallway without looking back. The asari looked at each other before joining him, and Graal followed.