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Baryos staggered and fell sideways with the turning ship. He replaced his Party Crasher on his maglocks, diving toward a pile of crates that was laced to the ground with thick cord. The entire population of the room tumbled down the slant, except the Warlock, who managed to pull himself onto the boxes.

The gravity equalized, and a mix of Thrall and Cultists fell to the floor. Baryos had his footing already, however, and opened fire on the enemies with Once Bitten and Vortex Grenades. A Cultist had regained his stance, however, and opened fire. A few Thrall went down, and he switched his aim to Baryos. Focusing on the barreled fish below, he didn't notice the man until his Khvostov flared bright yellow, and a bullet hit the Warlock's shoulder. Baryos hit cover, checking the wound site. His shield had protected him, but there'd be a bruise there tomorrow, it already ached like hell. He turned out of cover and popped the Cultist's head open, bits of graymatter spattered all over the ground.

The remaining Cultists had killed off the few living Thrall, now advancing through cover. Baryos cracked his knuckles, pulled out his Party Crasher, and chuckled. It was time to be one of those assholes.

Blinking away from cover, he flung an Axion Bolt behind cover. Three Cultists disintegrated, then exploded. He watched the rest scatter. The Warlock Blinked again, finding himself directly above a few of them. He blasted their heads off, then repeated the process. Axion, Blink, Shotgun, rinse and repeat. As he killed the last Cultist, the Frigate bucked again, sending Baryos down hard on his back.

"Dammit! What was that?"



"Then we need to move fast. Bridge?"

 She marked the point on his HUD.

"Why didn't we just do this before?"

