Flynn runs his hands among the bulky airlock and frowns. "This would've been a lot easier if the control panel of this thing had been on this day. Alas." He turns to the wall and takes a plasma torch from his belt, placing it on the cold metal. The heated tip immediately reacts with the metal as it begins to cut away. With a quick few slices a small square piece of metal falls to the floor and reveals the wiring behind it. "Uuuh... one of these should do the trick." With a single finger he scratches the side of his head before starting to rummage in the many wires that control the airlock. "This should be iizzizzzzzziiz-..." A shock runs through Flynns body and he let's out a yelp before jumping back. The airlock slides open with a hiss. Flynn, still a bit in shock (badum tsssh), runs his hands through his hair, trying to make it stay down, without success.

The shaft opens up into a hallway with paths going off into each direction. What also lay in each direction, was a group of pirates with blasters, waiting for the two mercs to step out so they could blast them to pieces. The two were going to need to be clever.

It seemed like they had walked straight into an ambush. Williams dodged to the side as he evaded a bullet and took cover behind a side panel. The two were going to need to be forceful.

On the same line of thinking, Williams detached a grenade from his belt, which was incidentally his only grenade on him. He pulled the pin and leaned out to roll the greande across the floor. He signaled for Flynn to hide and cover his ears, just in time to avoid getting pelleted with shrapnel from the grenade. His ears ringed as the smoke cleared, but he could still hear the moaning of an unfortunate pilot still alive. Cautiously, with gun pointed at the hallways, Williams walked up to the end of the T junction. The wounded pilot was lying on the right hallway, surrounded by at least 7 other dead pirates across both hallways. That's a new record. He looked down at the pirate next to him who had a good portion of his side blown open by the blast and was bleeding heavily. With the pull of the trigger he put the poor man out of his misery.

"So, what now?" He looked around, unsure which way to go. "I assume you can get some schematics from a panel or something right? That's how they do it in the films. And we'll be hard pressed to explore the ship without a map. Especially if we want to beeline it to the captain and capture him."

"You watch too much movies, Williams. No, I can't just pull a map from any old panel. I can however pull it from these guys PDA's." He points to the pile of corpses Williams made with his grenade. "If any of them still function after that blast that is." After approaching one of the bodies, he kneels down besides it and checks it's wrist. On it: A functioning personal computer. Flynn detaches a cable from his own and plugs it in. A stream of data begins appearing on Flynn's wrist. "This guy was a low ranking officer in charge of the supplies. I guess he was the one who got this team together and distributed some of these better rebreathers. Anyway, I found a layout of the ship. I'm guessing our friend is on the bridge." Flynn get's up once more and checks each hallway. At the third one, going right from the airlock, he stops. "This is the way."

Then, the hallway is suddenly bathed in a deep red and a loud noise. Alarms. Flynn looks around in a panic as he spots big hefty bulkheads lowering from the ceiling. He turns to Williams with a worried look. "We better run fast if we don't want the next 3 hours cutting away at a bulkhead. Also... I don't want to get shocked again." With that said he starts to run, following the directions on the computer, leading them straight to the bridge.

"Oh shit!" Flynn didn't need to tell him to run twice. As soon as Williams saw the bulkheads come down, he kicked into high gear and started running. This time, his powered exoskeleton came in very handy. He catched up to Flynn in no time, and he even had to hold back to keep up the pace with him. "This is all good and whatnot, but where is that fuckin bridge?" He narrowly avoided bumping his head against a particularly low hanging bulkhead. He was almost thankful to whatever holy being guided his footsteps until he saw the next bulkhead: already halfawy down the hall. "Damn, these assholes really don't want us in here." He launched off, dashing quickly across the hallway in tune with the servos of his suit. He ducked under the bulkhead and turned back around, seeing Flynn who was still some distance behind him. "I hope you didn't skip on leg day." He reached through the barely 2 feet gap, intending to pull Flynn through quickly when he arrives.

Flynn looks at Williams hand as he approaches the closing door. Instincts take over as he let's himself fall to the floor. With the momentum from the running, he keeps gliding forward for a while. Whilst gliding he passes underneath the door. It closes with a bang behind Flynn. He tries to get up, but is stopped by a painful feeling. "Williams... I think some of my hair is stuck underneath the door." With a swift motion he cuts it loose and get's up. After brushing himself off, he takes a closer look at their surroundings.

It was not the bridge, that was for certain. The room is filled with several tanks filled with a bluish liquid. "Med Bay." Flynn says whilst looking at his wrist device. "I know what you're thinking: 'This isn't the bridge. You send us the wrong way!' And you would be right, were it not for the fact that the bridge is directly behind..." He points to the northern wall. "... that wall. Why else would I bring explosives with us? Come on, let's get planting these bad boys. Hopefully they'll still be clueless as to where we are and what we're doing by the time we're done." He retrieves some explosives from his backpack and throws them to Williams before kneeling in front the wall with an explosive device himself.

Flynn was right. Williams was about to ask why they ended up in the med bay, but his compadre answered the question for him quickly. "Whatever you say Flynn. But if we blow up the wrong wall, the next thing I'll bust is gonna be your arse." He catched the explosives that Flynn threw towards him, and kneeled down in front of the wall to begin placing explosives.

It didn't take long before the wall was covered in beeping and flashing explosives that gave quite the lihgtshow. Williams placed the last device into place before taking a long step back. He crossed his arms and stood next to Flynn, his helmet hiding the worried look on his face. "Okay, I think we're all done. Should blow a hole clean through the wall without much of the debree flying towards us." He looked around the room, unsure what to say next. He was worried that this may not be the wall leading to the bridge, but he would have to trust Flynn on this. He turned towards Flynn, holding his thumb up. "Whenever you are ready."

"Ready as ever!" Without hesitation Flynn pushes the button on the small detonator, resulting in a circular explosion on the northern wall. After the smoke clears, the wall is still standing surprisingly enough. Flynn scratches his beard in confusion and takes a step closer to the wall. "I was certain this was going to be eno-..." He stops as he touches the wall, which, with that last little push starts falling backwards, revealing the bridge and it's occupants.

Flynn immediately darts forward and pushes himself against some cover. A retaliation doesn't take long as his cover is being pelted by several guns. "Get to cover, Will!" he manages to yell above the cacophony of gunfire.

A familiar is heard above the loud sounds as well. "You two couldn't just give up quietly. Noooooo, you two had to be all heroic and resist. Well, now you get to see when you mess with Captain Scargh Ferix! Hahaha!"

"Yea, yea, yea!" Williams shouts as he ducks behind cover as well, armor plates on his armor's abdomen sliding into place. "Flynn why are you so good at making people angry?" He asked the joking question, firing blindly above his cover with the rifle. "Damnit I already hate this guy."

As gunfire lights up the room, Williams puts his gun down and grabs a pair of nades from his belt. "Hey Flynn, catch!" He says, throwing one of them over to his partner. He places his thumb on the detonator, the small device arming itself. He peeks his head out slightly, only to pull it back in time to avoid a nasty shot. "Hey Fatty, how about you plug your jap with this?" Williams tosses the grenade over the cover and into the room with the pirates. With his and Flynn's grenade, there shouldn't be much left of them soon.

He ponders for a moment at William his joke and shrugs. "It's a talent!" he concludes before returning to returning fire at the pirates.

Not surprised by Williams his tactic, Flynn manages to catch the grenade and quickly arm it as well. As soon as Williams throws his grenade, the shooting stops for a moment and Flynn takes a quick glance to see where the pirates bolt off too. Some manage to find some cover, away from the blast. With a well aimed throws, he manages to throws the grenade directly behind the new hiding spot from the pirates, which forces them to relocate themselves once more. "I hope his face is still recognizable after those tw-...". The rest of the sentence get's cut off by an loud explosion, closely followed by another. "... two grenades." he finishes after the sounds subside.

Flynn stands up from his cover, but is immediately greeted by blaster fire once more. "Shit! Couple still alive Will!" he says, ducking behind cover once more.

"Any great ideas?" The message goes through as a sizzling mess as the pirates occupy most of the bandwith with their own chatter. "Ah, screw this!"

There are three things he feels like he is really good at. Murdering people with weapons, murdering people without weapons, and drinking a lot. Since he had weapons at hand, but no booze, it was obvious what he had to do. "Hold out on me Mary." He whispered to his suit befre he jumped up and unloaded a magazine from his rifle towards the pirates. The armor piercing bullets chew through their cover like their own blasters never could, their own cover becoming the shrapbel that killed them.

Williams pushed further into the opening, taking out a few more wounded pirates from the explosion. Then the gunfire died down, and he was left with a smoking barrel in the hole he made. He took a lot of direct hits from the blasters during the engagement. The armor was sizzling with heat as it tried ti dissipate all the energy it absorbed. Williams instinctively checked his stomach for any hits, but the only thing he found was sharp pain as his fingers touched the red hot makeshift armor panels he installed. "Ouch, goddamnit." He sweared and then beckoned for Flyyn to follow him into the room.