"I wear this armour not for show, Mez. Remove the medical officer and no one will be getting off her alive. Not even Hundred." @DJAtomikaMez was impressed by his counter threat. Though it wasn't directed entirely at him, he could understand the underlying meaning to it, even if there wasn't one.
"I wouldn't let Hundred hear you saying that. I have a feeling she'd beg to differ. As much fun as this is, though, we really should get going. 'Cause, y'know, there's the small matter of the incoming asteroid belt and our impending doom to worry about if you don't move your ass instead of blocking the doorway.""Boys, boys, please. Let me get out a ruler and you two can settle this." @Bonjour xxHe hadn't felt Marga walk up behind him. He wasn't startled but more concerned that she could still do that to him. He rolled his eyes at her comment.
"Well you won't be needing a ruler for mine, I'm sure you remember well enough. Give it an hour, though, and I doubt you'll need a ruler for his either, seeing as that's what you do best, am I right?" It was a cutting reply, probably unwarranted, but Mez had had enough of her games already. If she was going to act like a whore just to spite him, he was going to treat her like one.
With that, Mez decided to step past the Human Medic and into the umbilical, making sure not to touch the suited man. Sure, Mez was an asshole, but he sure as hell wasn't a hypocrite. He saw that Sevyn was waiting at the other end, seemingly puzzled with the access hatch that would lead them into the Lone Star. There wasn't any time to waste, they needed to get on that ship
now or all of them would perish. Striding confidently toward the other end, Mez reached for his pistols, the ones given to him by Rasgrid. He held them out in front of him and aimed for the joints of the hatch, then he opened fire.
The barrage of plasma fire slammed into the metal hull of the
Lone Star, at first it only seemed to harmlessly splash against it. But before long it became apparent that the rounds were melting away at the joints as there were now glowing holes left where the joints used to be. He changed his target towards the handle, a red lever that would undoubtedly operate a large metallic latch behind it. That too would succumb to the intense heat of his plasma-fire. A larger hole was left in the wake of his rounds and molten, metallic slag was now running down the side of the dreadnought. He'd made sure not to hit Sevyn at all but it would have been impossible for her not the feel the heat of his passing bullets.
By the time he'd finished firing, Mez had reached the end of the walkway, passing the Syndarin in the mean time. He stowed his right pistol, Osebon, at his side before grabbing the recently damaged hatch and ripping it from the rest of the ship, allowing it to
clang loudly to the floor. He half-turned back towards the Syndarin and held up his remaining pistol, Ahael, before saying,
"Super-heated Divine Energy, always does the trick." Mez then began climbing his way into the access hatch, making sure to scour the area ahead with his weapon. If those droids decided to make a return, Mez would turn them all to small piles of molten scrap.
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