Boarding Action. Will a savior come? [Prim]

Prim wasn't one to do charity work. Never was, really. So when multiple nearby ships came up on their pod's reading all bunched together, the thought wasn't if there was anyone to help there. It was that there was no doubt scraps to be had by fending off the aggressor. No offense to pirates, the game was just rigged against them. Merchant ships are more likely to either reward the saviours or, failing that, at least let the folk counter-plunder that pirate ship.

Prim would readjust their course to meet the pair of ships, and it was just as they expected; A boarding party and multiple readings of life moving around, ready to jump ship and plunder. The pale warrior had just the idea when pulling closer. Before either ship could react to their small, nimble frame, they aimed it straight for the pirate-looking one with the extended claw. If there were any way to make a scene, it was to crash right into their shuttle. It'd take maybe just a second to find a big enough space, like their hangar, to aim at as to avoid exploding themselves in one felled swoop. Those within the ships would only see it for a blink as this rogue attack pod swoops in and smashes into the side of the heran's hip! It'd shake everyone aboard both by proxy of one being held onto by the other. The blow torches get stalled a few seconds having to readjust to the sudden movements caused by this. Whatever this third part was, they went for the pirates first.

The hangar was a bit small by some standards, but it was more than adequate for a slamming target. They'd go straight through the field keeping an atmosphere in, totaling one of the smaller fighters as it planted itself firmly into the flooring. The pirates were in a sudden frenzy trying to find out who was in the pod just as it opened. Primed and ready, the kashvar stepped out with their sword already in hand.

"Nice ship."

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The men were quick to pull a good part of their attention away from their own boarding attempt and onto the ballsy kashvar making a scene. The shorter specimen gives them all an indignant look, eyeing for the captain before he made himself very well known over the intercom. Of course the captain wouldn't get their hands dirty. But they were very much aware of his presence. With a shrug, the androgynous warrior rose their free hand out in response to getting surrounded.

"Didn't you hear! It's a nice ship! Think I'll be taking it."
It was a heavy threat, one that the ruffians didn't leave any room to talk about or even besmirch with words. All that came was laughter shortly before the blaster fire. Out in the open, one would think Prim in a terrible spot. But as they spoke, something about the air surrounding them changed. Dust filled the air... And sand. Sand started to get tossed around the ship and collect at prim's feet, quickly forming a large shield wall to take the blasts.

Having touched a nerve, the pale warrior focuses on the energy of the pirates rather than relying on visual cues. Waiting for them to run through a lot of the energy these blasters had before turning this wall of sand against them. With a whisper, this wall of sand grew in size and suddenly came for the front line of crew trying to blast him. Either completely incapacitating them under a wave of sand crashing into them, or flinging them against the wall. Getting knocked out by this would make you licky, some would flat out crumble to the abrasion of the desert sands...

Thinning out the herd, this was when Prim would work for a better spot. Rummaging through the pouch on their hip and cracking open a blue capsule to reveal their own blaster handgun in that familiar capsule smoke. They were ready to engage in some swashbuckling.

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Prim took a few quick shots with their own blue-coded blaster as they slipped past a few large cargo crates. Trying to gain some distance from the would-be pirates now retaliating against the initial wave of sand. It was almost as much of a mystery to them, honestly. They'd soon recover enough to be surrounding the kashvar, even as they held a better spot and took a few out from behind cover. He was, of course, playing on their level by doing this. Which leads to probably the best line they've heard up to this point. Prim cranes their head over the crate's side and stares at the brenchian.

"That what?"
The pirates, despite having numbers, were woefully unprepared to deal with the konatsian and their blade. The sand wall was merely a taste, as the sword itself could have enough power put behind it to chop some of these guys in two. As they all tried dogpiling on him as quickly as they could, Prim ran at the closest brenchian and met his blows with the blade. Swinging wide chops aimed at his arms to keep him from just overwhelming her by himself. The others with more or less conventional weapons would have their fair shake as well-

A spear is ducked under, a sword swing jumped out of the way. A few of them from behind try tackling the smaller warrior, which prompted him to jump up and use one of their heads as a stepping stone. Violently sending their face to kiss tile and landing away from more of them. That same spear came up from behind trying to get at his back, only to get snapped in half with a swift chop, followed by a not-so-melee shot from the blaster. Aimed to really John-Wick him point-blank while the others recover. The captain could tell they weren't making headway focusing on this blue bastard, at this rate their crew would get worn down.

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Of course, after chopping that spear and half and blasting a man in the face with hot plasma, not a lot of them who encircled her previously were please. One guy heckled, but the loudest of them, that Brench challenged them earlier, threw an absolute fit in their rage. Teh two would meet again, the guy shrugging off a few stray blaster shots and catching the kashvar in a melee again. Blow for blow was deflected, harmlessly blocked, or jumped over. As Prim rolls up and over the Brench in a flip just as the captain of the ship warns his crew about 'DAH SAUCE'.

Prim's eyes narrow at the familiar stink before the vapors were even visible. The floor was evacuated as the pair fighting out near the ships was to be cut off and doused in the stuff. It was certainly one way to get rid of them. Prim leveraged their hand cannon a last time at the Brench as they started threatening them with a good time. JUST before getting cut off in such a literal way. A blur of red comes from the side, their power suddenly engrossing that sixth sense. Those blue eyes watch on as the man was rag-dolled and falls limp to the wall he was thrown.

Still having held the gun up in aim, as they were going to blast their ass again, this diminutive fox person turns on them in the same split second and barks a suggestion at them. One that would make some sense to anyone sane. But Prim didn't board a pirate ship with no backups. That gun is quickly lowered, a finger clicking something on its side to revert it back into its capsule form.

"No."
Passing the shortie and whatever lady was following them, Prim went straight to the gate the ship threw up to contain them. And to the wall directly connected to it. With their free hand, they conjured more sand from the aether, just out of the air. This sand would produce a small concentrated beam of force against the wall, its abrasive force allowing for a quick and proper cut that didn't threaten to blow up the ship or throw Destron above them carelessly around. All under a time limit, they bore a sizeable hole in the chunky wall to bypass this gate.

Any unfortunate soul thinking the gate meant they could relax behind it would soon see the wall's panel fly off as the sand used for cutting pours in. Prim hopping through soon after like it was New Hope.

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Prim was bullheaded when it came to getting their way, which sometimes meant working against the flow. From the short time between them backing away from the destron filled hangar and the three friendliest of friends, the crew had set up a defense all the way down. Men dispersed in a way to allowed multiple angles of engagement. Blaster fire was quick to fill up the hall the pair occupied as soon as they turned into it.

The kashvar practically ran into it, gun and sword blazing. Rushing to the first fortified position while deflecting blaster fire with the sword or their own shots. Their unerring precision in clashing blaster fire was about as notable as the first idea they had for moving up this branching hallway. Making their way toward what they assumed was either the booty they so prize or the cockpit which the captain was held up. Either worked for Prim in the immediate, as they hopped to the first pile of crates in the fortification and kicked at them. Turning what used to be a defensive hold into deadly crate-balls that would bowl backwards into the next nearest hole of men. Knocking back, out, or outright flattening those that got caught up by it.

The LMG cut through a few allies in the panic, soon draw desperate cries through the ship as Prim now charged again. New cover provided by the kicked-around crates on their way. Focused in such a tight corridor, the pale warrior was working a lot better than when they constantly got surrounded outside. It was almost worst to pull back like this.

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Prim danced around the hap dash fortifications, flipping and cutting down the crewmates trying to hold onto this position. One by one, sometimes multiple in the same crosscut. The floors and walls would get pained with some mixture of red, blue, purple, and green blood from the menagerie of aliens working under the pirate captain. All on their way to the back, where the mounted gunman was leaped onto and stamped into the ground with a final deafening thud. As the silence grew wide in the ship, a slightly dirty and bloody Prim straightened up and fixed their hair with a free hand. Parting it to keep his sight available while scanning the door.

"Mmm... Can't keep hiding in there."
They spoke mostly to themselves, soon being answered by the sudden crash of metal on metal with a crack of electricity behind it all. Prim watches the large gate get punched through and promptly chucked their way. Simultaneously opening the way and forcing the Kashvar to fall back. Leaping onto his back, up and over the fortification of meal and crates that made this last hold, narrowly diving right under the gate door as it flew overhead. Busting crates and destroying whatever else wasn't so fortunate to miss its path.

Prim lands on their back with a grunt, body mid-recovery as the quartermaster GIBS! makes a stellar appearance in his battle mech. Most of the things strapped to it didn't need instruction, including the flamethrower that was aimed to douse the entire hallway. A forced scramble to their feet lands them another dive into one of the cubbies leading to a locked door. Diving headlong into it to avoid the straight shot of the hallway, and in turn the the napalm. The heat of just being near it was unbearable for long though, they hissed as their body pressed to the barred door they were at.

"You signed your death warrant."
Prim riffled through their capsule pouch for a red-rimmed specimen. Waiting for the flamethrowers to die down before peeking out of the cubby's corner. Clicking and tossing the capsule to reveal an armed impact grenade heading straight to the mech's center mass.

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The confusing mix of burning oil, grasses, and bodies was soon followed up a quick explosion of the grenade hitting its mark invaded the nostrils of anyone unfortunate to be fighting in these halls. Prim held their position by the small cubby for the moment to make sure it landed on its mark, pulling a second just as the first collided against a shimmering shield. Of course, anyone worth their salt would put stock in their defense. But to stop one of those? Gibs was running with high-tech stuff.

Prim was prepared to take more evasive action when the flamethrower was leveraged closer to their hole in the hallway, but just before it could be a common threat that little fox boy stepped in and dropped a nasty kick against the hard exterior, bypassing any barrier completely. It was enough to incapacitate the mech. This boy decided to be coy with Prim, who could only glare past their bangs.

"Don't expect me to share whatever's on board."
Well, Prim wouldn't have to worry about that for long. They poked out of and launched themselves over the mech and into the main deck, only to see the rest of the crew and captain missing. Along with the self-destruct countdown, it all spelled the one place they could even be.

"They're missing a few ships from my entrance, but they have to be back there somehow."
Prim quickly spat out before turning, raising their blade as they noticed the QUARTERMASTER GIBS! wasn't down for the count just yet. He wasn't going to be cheated out of some reward for this. A pirate's head might be the only thing worth a damn if this place blows. "Got some dedicated crew he wasted away here."

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