Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

"Can you do that onboard," she asks curiously. "Nevermind," she says a moment later, "It's not important...." already, she's curling up in the couch, content with it.

OOC - Timeskip?

[Carthrat]

"Yeah," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "Standard bullets aren't hard to come by, and plenty of people want them."

OOC: Sure.

[Anastasia]

And thus, your great trip to the Algol system begins.

The liftoff and first day go without incident, as expected. Rachel spends this time beginning her work on the staff while Tir lays low. You have plenty of free time...

[Carthrat]

Carthrat wanders around the ship, taking note of things like security, layout, number of passangers, number of crew members, number of vagabonds like himself who use public transport..

[Anastasia]

The layout is a simple main hallway, at least as far as the passenger sections go. Doors and small hallways branch off from it, all leading to rooms. You'd have to guess, but there are at least 40 other passengers.

You also see a few scattered crew members, checking up on things and making sure everything is alright.

Most of the people look reasonably respectable, at least by standard. You don't see anyone who sets off your radar.

Overall, it looks like a normal enough operation.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat heads back to her room, running through her inventory and making sure everything is in order and tuning her weaponary and the million other things a traveller has to do if she wants to stay safe.

[Anastasia]

The rest of the day passes without incident. Carthrat sleeps well that night, the food quite filling.

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However, Carthrat is woken by the craft shaking violently, the lights flickering before emergency power restores a minimal, yellowish light to the area. Blinking around quickly, the ship shakes again, as if in the grip of a giant shaking it.

[Carthrat]

"Wha?" says Carthrat, pulling himself out of bed and rushing to a window in his room, looking through it..

[Anastasia]

Rachl herself is stirring as you do so, "What in the world?" she asks, stumbling out of her bed as another tremor grips the ship.

Staring out the window, you see two nasty, heavily armored ships outside...they don't look to be here for punch and cookies.

[Carthrat]

"The hell?" says Carthrat, angry. "Pirates?"

She wipes her brow. "Come'on, Rachel. We're going to the bridge."

With that, she stands up and starts walking..

[Anastasia]

Taking a moment to grab a robe to go over her pajamas, she follows, still shaking away her sleepiness. Once in the hall, a frantic crewmember is trying to assauge a few passengers who want to know what the hell is going down.

"We assure you that nothing is wrong, please return to your rooms!"

[Carthrat]

Carthrat, shoves the crewmember out the way and keeps walking to the bridge.

[Anastasia]

The crewmember is tossed aside with a yelp, Carthrat striding past him.

The way to the bridge is unfettered now, but another rumble shortly after nearly sends you to your knees.

"This is the captain," comes over the loudspeaker a moment later. "We are under attack by pirates and badly damaged! All crew members to statio..." Another rumble that does send you to your knees shakes the ship, the loudspeaker going dead.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat staggers to her feet, and glances back at Rachel.

"It's standard pirate practice to incapacitate a ship before boarding it," she says, shaking her head. "Here, take this," he continues, tossing his cloaking device to Rachel. "Stay close to me, and try not to get in anyones way and stay un-noticed."

Carthrat continues heading to the bridge, reasoning that's where the pirate leader will end up.

[Anastasia]

Rachel takes it, soon vanishing from sight with a final nod at Carthrat.

Going into the bridge, you find it a four man team of chaos. One of these men is lying on the ground of the small, compact room full of instruments, bleeding quite a bit from his head.

The captain, signified by his blue doublet and grey hair, looks up at Carthrat, a energy pistol rising until he reconizes you. "Sir, please go back to you cabin and..." A final shake hits the ship, the emergency lights flickering. The glowing buttons and dials in the room go dead...

"We've lost everything but basic life support, sir," The crewman at the helm says, a young, elvish looking human shouts. "We're being boarded by all three vessels!"