Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150521200045/@comment-107.196.174.179-20150523083637

Within the throne room of Rhall's ketch, Lokass sat pondering his next move. His thoughts were interupted when the ship suddenly lurched foward, sending most on the bridge to the floor. Gripping a section of railing to steady himself, Lokass spoke.

"What in the prime's name was that?"

A vandal picked itself up off the floor, before glancing at a screen and responding.

"The engines just went offline, we're plummeting!"

As the vandal spoke, Elkris-6 drifted to an interface panel, and let out a series of beeps, groans and other unintelliglbe sounds. While none on the ketch save Rhall understood the language of the servitors, the vandal quickly figured what it just did from the display.

"I belive Elkris-6 the exalted hath just overriden the shut down. However, the engines are now warming up to full burn as a result, and I dost not belive that can be fixed remotely."

Lokass had already begun to notice the change in the ketch's speed. While slow at first, it would grow until it reached maximum sub-NLS speed, something designed for out-of-atmosphere manuvering. Such speed coupled with atmospheric resistance would overload the engines eventually; the servitor had bought them time and nothing more. Standing up and barking an order, Lokass set off for the engine room with four reaver vnadals in tow to "resolve" the problem.

In the engine room, Xeros was locked in concentration trying to find a way around the override. While there were no backdoors to overcome it, it would eventually have the same effect as shuting down the engines. Before Xeros could enjoy this irony, he was distracted by a loud snapping sound audible over the din of the nearby engines. He and the other psions turned to the back of the room and beheld an unexpected sight. Near a previously unseen access hatch, four vandals and a captain stood. In the captain's lower two arms, he held one of the psions, its head twisted backward, its neck clearly snapped.

Tossing the limp corpse aside, Lokass drew his shock blades and flicked the swiches on the hilts. Crackling arc energy coursed through the blades as they were sheathed in lethal plasma cutting fields. Raising his twin swords, Lokass bellowed a challlenge as he and the vandals charged the sabatours.