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Dragoslava Kasun

Retired Marine turned mercenary for hire

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a character in “The Cloud”, originally authored by DBN006, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name: Dragoslava Kasun
Age: 84 (Thanks to the doubled lifespan of Humanity she is able to live as if she were only 42)
Sex: Female
Height:

Background:
Dragoslava was born on Pluto, inside the Paradise colony structure. Like most people from Paradise she lived a miserable life fearing the day support systems might fail and they would all freeze. She took up playing the concertina in her teens to help pass time, jumping at the opportunity to leave and serve in the military once she was 18.

As a Marine Dragoslava saw numerous deployments fresh out of boot camp and surgery. Equipped with a military-grade cybernetic arm she was assigned to the 21st Mechanized Division, operating powered armor on the front lines of suppression operations. The Earth Government's goal was to bring rioting colonies back into line. This made up a majority of assignments given to the Marines.

Sixty years of service presented numerous opportunities for promotions and injuries. After two failed assaults on an enemy stronghold she receiver a cybernetic leg to replace one lost in a disastrous drop operation and cybernetic lungs after a large piece of shrapnel pierced both her armor and her chest. She received two battlefield promotions to replace incompetent commanders, spent time trapped behind enemy lines and, as a Brigadier General, lead a successful planetary assault and occupation.

As a new wave of Marines were being made the old guard was pushed out, resulting in a high number of retirements. Uninterested in continued publish service or an early 'upload' to The Cloud, the retired Dragoslava took to living on a resort planet for a couple of years. Without military life the veteran of 60 service years quickly grew restless. She sold her assets and used her savings to buy a suit of Marine power armor from the black market, soon selling her services as a mercenary. She saves her pay for the inevitable organ and cybernetics replacements she'll need as she grows older.

Personality: Dragoslava, Drago to her friends, can be a stern and serious woman with a playful streak outside of battle. As a youth she was a delinquent child with an adventurous streak that got her into no end of trouble. She was drawn to military service as an escape from her home colony though she soon found that the Marines offered the action her blood craved and the ordered discipline she needed. She's tired mentally but still strong and active physically, continuing her habit as an officer to read and exercise daily when not playing her concertina. She is a known lesbian and even in the service had a habit of flirting with young recruits from other service branches.

Skills: Dragoslava, like most Marines, has an extreme aptitude for battle. She's skilled in fighting with numerous melee weapons and firearms as well as having survival training, stealth training and a basic understanding battlefield medicine. While unable to repair her own powered armor she is a skilled operator, having knowledge of their weapons, sensors and recon abilities. As an officer she learned both Navy and Military tactics, gained leadership skills and instructed other Marines. In her free time she learned the concertina, gambled with other soldiers and taught herself military law.

Notable Equipment:
  • Beretta M9
  • Combat knife
  • Concertina
  • Anti-Personnel class NG-1337 powered armor

So begins...

Dragoslava Kasun's Story

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The freighter Nadia was mostly quiet throughout the trip, though the hull creaked just a bit when people walked the halls. It was their first day in the trip from Thebes in the Jupiter Almathea (inner group) to Themisto a large irregular moon. The usual 3 day trip was taking longer than it should have, the Nadia had left port after Thebe's orbit had passed Themisto's and now the latter's retrograde orbit was taking the satellite away from the ship.

Vesta

The girl checked her charts, only two and a half more days according to the adjusted course, and rechecked her inventory, making sure she had enough fuel. "Four passengers and three of them are freaks." She sighed to herself. "At least he promised this last run would be enough for me to have worked off the debt." The man she worked for was ruthless and greedy, but he had given her a chance and she was happy that he'd be letting her off soon. He'd even offered her real work after the run, but she wasn't sure if she'd accept. She went on over the intercom.

"Alright folks, course has been readjusted and we'll be running for two and a half days to get to Themisto. We'll get some minor turbulence as we pass by the outer ring in about 18 hours but other than that sailing should be smooth. Thanks again for flying with the Nadia, if you need anything just buzz me over the intercoms."

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#, as written by DBN006
Congo, played on a scarlatti 20 button anglo concertina, echoed through the cargo hold of the Nadia. It was one of the few skills the retired Brigadier General possessed that wasn't related to war. While it had been the bane of many a Marine during her years of service she was proud enough of her skill to continue playing it even now.

She had herself seated on a crate near her resting powered armor, the new obsolete but still deadly NG-1337 anti-personnel suit. Her attention was focused on a small computer attached to the armor through a series of long cables currently conducing a routine diagnostic of all systems programming. While unable to repair the battle suit if damaged she was, like all Marines, trained to perform maintenance on it.

The click of noise as the ship intercom was activated prompted Dragoslava to stop her playing, the sound of her concertina dying down to silence as she listened to the pilot speak. Two and a half days was perfectly acceptable considering she had no prior arrangements once arriving at their destination. She'd sold her cozy beach home on that resort planet, liquidized her assets and grabbed a shuttle away from Earth with her precious powered armor in tow.

Of course life would be difficult now. She couldn't stand the easy life of relaxation and a pension so any money she made selling her skills would need to be saved up. As she got older she might eventually need organ transplants. Those weren't cheap. Then there was caring for her cybernetics. Left arm, left leg and lungs all military standard. Function over form made it obvious she was a veteran of more than a few combat missions, though the arm had been voluntary. She could still remember signing three digital forms and two electronic consenting to the procedure. With her left arm replaced with a cybernetic she could interface with 'advanced' military hardware and work the front lines in a suit of powered armor.

How archaic it all looked now.

Dragoslava Kasun

"Life of a mercenary," she mused and, after a sigh, started playing her concertina again.

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Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty
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The engine room was filled with a mix of noises. The hum of the engines was the loudest, the noise of the life support following it, 1980's rock underlying them and if you listened close enough you could hear mumbling and the sound of tinkering. The hum of the engine came from the very back of the room while the music and tinkering came from a corner near the front. While the noise echoed throughout the room, a soft white glow emanated from the machine near the front of the room. A minefield of tools, scrap metal and junk parts was strewn across the floor illuminated by the lights throughout the room, the only clean spaces being a working space around the life support and engine.

When entering the room in the right-hand corner there was a workbench that was almost as messy as the floor around it. Setting at it was a man in his late twenties tinkering with an orb. This man did not look to out of the ordinary, he had brown hair, approximately 5' 9" in height. However, his right arm looked metallic and was held out in a way as if he was using a wrench that looked as if it was coming out of the top of his hand instead of being held, and a blue glow emanated from his eye on the same side.

Desmond Zini

With the sound of the intercom staring he hit a button on the orb to quiet the music. As he sat the orb down on the bench little legs came out of the orb that it rested on. He walked over and listened to the announcement that was being made, nice two more days in space, that means longer time until I have to be on a planet. He thought to himself hitting the button, "I'm good just let me know if anybody needs anything fixed and I will do my best to fix it." With that a clang could be heard and Desmond looked over to the workbench to see his orb on the floor scuttling away, "So, I may have accidentally automated the legs on my orb shouldn't be hard for me to catch but if anybody comes in here please be careful where they step." With that he let go of the button and ran after his orb.

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#, as written by DBN006
The melody of the concertina was still echoing through the cargo hold as the good doctor entered, a jig that had the instrumentalist swaying gently from side to side as she played. It stopped shortly after though, the ex-Marine's curiosity piqued by the arrival of another passenger. She took a moment to bend down and check the compact screen of the clunky device running her armor's diagnostics check. Surely the system could finish the check-up without her input. Soon she was on her feet stretching.

She was an imposing woman thanks to her military career, strong and carrying herself with confidence. Her cybernetics made her heavier, from the left arm and leg down to the spinal tap and her mechanical lungs. Sneaking around wasn't her strongest skill but she knew how to be quiet. This wasn't like her time behind enemy lines where going undetected meant life or death. She shook her head to banish resurfacing memories.

She'd taken a look around the cargo hold earlier to make sure her armor was ready for transport and casually glanced at some of the other containers. Nothing terribly hazardous that she was aware of though there could have been a lot of illegal goods. What did she know about it? An old war dog chasing another shot at combat since she couldn't live without it.

She turned the corner and watched as a pair of long slender yet strong looking hands gingerly took the tray from the man she'd been meaning to watch up to. A platter of white goop. That wasn't something you saw every day.

She found a comfortable bit of cargo to lean against, arms crossed over her chest. "Is the pilot of our shuttle aware there's another living being in her cargo hold?" She gave a career soldier's approximation of a smile, the small mole at the corner of her mouth twitching. She was in no place to talk about things on a strictly legal basis but she liked to think she was still able to convincingly address things from a moral standpoint. "If it's a clone I understand since they still don't have actual rights, but if that's a person in there..."

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Dr. Charles

"Is the pilot of our shuttle aware there's another living being in her cargo hold? If it's a clone I understand since they still don't have actual rights, but if that's a person in there..."

Just as he was walking away there stood Dragoslava, the mercenary aboard the Nadia. Immediately his profiling system matched her face with what little data he had on her. It was scarce given his lack of a live connection to the net so it mostly drew off data gathered up until this point.

He just stopped, seemingly unsurprised by her presence. While she might of been smiling he was doing no such thing. Others prying into his work was irritating enough but this lowlife thug had the audacity to make assumptions about work that she clearly knows nothing about. Like most grunts she seemed to just assume the answer was something simple. Unlike most grunts she spoke out on the matter. No wonder she's not operating in any legal capacity


"She is neither." He stated in a matter-of-fact tone. His outward demeanor was cold for the most part, only a slight element of ire peeking through his air of professionalism. He always kept a firm and proper posture, never slacking as far as anyone's been able to observe. He's practically never behaved informally around the others, only ever letting himself relax when he was certain he is alone. It wasn't so much that he couldn't trust the rest of the crew even though he didn't, it was that he wanted to be taken just as seriously as he took himself.

"I am fairly certain the pilot is aware of the nature of this cargo. She was present when it was loaded aboard her ship. As the contract states the rest of the payment is contingent on the cargo arriving alive." He answered her first question as though he were unemotionally refuting an accusation. It could of very well been an accusation but it did not matter. He carried on past her, continuing on as normal. Just as it was his subject's lunch time it was now his own time to eat. He proceeded towards the ship's mess hall.

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Desmond Zini

Desmond found that he had placed a couple wires in the wrong place. It was a quick fix for him, after that he didn't know what to do. He sat there and span in his chair quickly getting dizzy before deciding to try randomly put something together. Quickly getting bored Desmond jumped up and went back over to the intercoms, "Does anybody have anything broken, or just something that they don't mind me taking apart?" He sat there bobbing to his music waiting for a response, waiting an waiting and waiting.

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Vesta
The girl sighed and rubbed her face. It appeared that she'd have to shut it down herself or somehow dismantle it. Then Desmond asked for something to do and she wished it was that simple. Asking Zini to shut it down would get rid of a couple of headaches but if he asked questions or dug too deep she'd be the one to take the blame. Instead she scanned the ship's outputs to see if anything was down. "Looks like the CO2 scrubbers are performing at 0.03% less efficiency if you wanna take a look at that. Could use some maintenance on the solar batteries as well, though they won't do us much good this far out from the Sun." She opened up a comm link to the android. "What are your current directives then?" She waited a small while for a response before she started to notice blips on her scanner. "Oh-"

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The ships had only been drifting for a few minutes when they got within firing range of the Nadia. Once within range they opened up their engines again and closed in, the fighters circling the ship and the corvette approaching to dock while the frigate settled the sights of its main cannons on the Nadia. The alarms on the Nadia blared to life and then were suddenly cut off by the intercoms. "Attention Nadia passengers and crew. Lay down arms and prepare to be boarded."

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"-Shit." Vesta flipped a few switches on the console and opened a hatch to her interceptor. She grabbed a headset and switched it to an open channel to everyone on board. "Alright guys looks like we've got pirates." She pressed another blue cylinder to her neck with a small grunt then climbed down the chute to the Springbok. Life or death situations always made her think more clearly, act more logically. She'd have pondered why this was if she wasn't hyped up on stims or shoving cables into her cybernetic legs to connect her to the interceptor. She grunted, letting the nerves that connected her to her legs connect her to the smaller ship. 'Anyone with navigation or combat experience chime in if you wanna live."

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[OOC: Why does this always post twice?!]

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Desmond Zini

"Looks like the CO2 scrubbers are performing at 0.03% less efficiency if you wanna take a look at that. Could use some maintenance on the solar batteries as well, though they won't do us much good this far out from the Sun." Came through the intercom and just as Desmond was about to respond he heard the sirens go off followed by "Attention Nadia passengers and crew. Lay down arms and prepare to be boarded." He did not like the sound of that, he looked around the room to see if he could construct any make shift weapons but there was nothing that he felt would really help.

Then the captain came back on "Anyone with navigation or combat experience chime in if you wanna live." Desmond opened up the intercom again his music able to be heard in the back ground, "Well I'm not an expert but my father did train me how to defend myself with a pistol."

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August Model, 13x Series, "Veris"

"What are your current directives then?" Came over the comm link to Veris. Not a moment later, "No directives beyond self-preservation sub-systems detected." was sent across the link. Then the alarms went off.

"Entering emergency mode." Veris stated, turning off countless "non-emergency" drivers. Just as suddenly as they started blaring, the sirens stopped. Replacing them was a simple sentence, "Attention Nadia passengers and crew. Lay down arms and prepare to be boarded."

Veris pulled the pistol out of the plate of its leg that suddenly opened. The self defense add-on began initializing to its full state as what was previously a learning environment became a tactical position and weakness. And within another few moments, a channel open to the entire ship opened with "Anyone with navigation or combat experience chime in if you wanna live." Veris announced "This unit has self-defense systems installed and a shell capable of resisting civilian firearms." over the open channel.

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#, as written by DBN006
"Anyone with navigation or combat experience chime in if you wanna live." That announcement certain had the mercenary's attention as it came over the comm. Pirates huh? They were the occasional thorn in the side of the Navy and, by extension, the Marines. She could use the chance to stretch her legs and, well, allowing pirates to do as they pleased was just unacceptable. She stretched different muscle groups as she searched the far wall for an interface.

"This is Kasun, currently in the cargo bay. I have several years of combat experience under by belt I'd be glad to put to use, free of charge. I'll need a way to access the outer hull, is there an lift?" All she needed was an answer and it would be broadcast over the comm so had no reason to wait.

She made her way back to her suit of powered armor, all checks competed and ready for use. The nuclear power meant it didn't need a long cycle time. She'd be ready to go shortly. She circled the armor and twisted a handle on the back. With a hiss the armor's back flowered open and waited for its operator. "Ah, its been a while," she said as she climbed up and slipped inside.

It was a snug fit, comfortable to anyone that had the time to get used to it. She made sure her cybernetic left arm clicked into place, artificial nerve endings extending through the armor to connect to the various weapons systems. Once her weight was settled the armor closed itself back up and brought her helmet down onto her head. Immediately the screen inside the helmet lit up and the system started booting.

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Vesta

The girl sorted through her thoughts, coming up with some plan, any plan, that would get them through this. "Alright we've got maybe 30 seconds before they're on us, Zini you need to repel boarders. Use any means necessary to keep them from getting anywhere in the ship, they're gonna try to immobilize us, don't let it happen. Kasun, I don't know what you'll do out there, but there's an airlock just outside the cargo bay's bowside entrance. Doc, if you can't fight, hide yourself in the medbay and lock it down. Unit Veris, can you navigate a ship or are you only able to perform self defense?"

With that last bit she undocked the Springbok from the Nadia and slowly floated into position. She'd need to surprise them if the fight was going to go her way at all. She opened a com to the main frigate but kept in communications with the Nadia, hoping for updates. "The interceptor, designated Springbok, is filled with goods, take it and let the Nadia pass."

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Desmond Zini

"This unit has self-defense systems installed and a shell capable of resisting civilian firearms." echoed out through the open channels. "Wait 'This Unit?' Does that mean that there's a robot on board? No body die I have to see the thing as soon as the battle is over." he spoke back over the open channels. Next came the captain speaking "Alright we've got maybe 30 seconds before they're on us, Zini you need to repel boarders. Use any means necessary to keep them from getting anywhere in the ship, they're gonna try to immobilize us, don't let it happen." Desmond nodded and looked around the engine room. "Yes Captain!" Desmond responded grabbing his orb and cramming it in his pocket the music still playing.

Desmond quickly started grabbing any scraps that he could get and fixing together any weapons or defenses that he could. Once most of the scrap was used up he ran out of the room placing them where ever he felt would be good for defense. Once he got to what he considered to be the entrance they would most likely enter through he fitted the floor with special traps including some scrap metal caltrops.

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August Model, 13x Series, "Veris"

As Veris walked to the door to the closet, a new transmission came over the ship-wide channel addressing the various organics on board the Nadia. At the end of the transmission was "Unit Veris, can you navigate a ship or are you only able to perform self defense?"

Quickly running a drivers check, Veris replied back with "This unit has neither learned to complete this task, nor have any applicable drivers been installed. Other tasks this unit is capable of that apply to this situation are self defense, basic electronic warfare, and basic zero-g vehicle piloting along a provided path."

Veris stopped after sending the message, reaching out through the network on the Nadia, quickly checking the remote door control protocols. A quick system check later and Veris set activated the drivers for interfacing with the system. With a single step forward, Veris exited the closet it had been stored in, the door moving out of its way.

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#, as written by DBN006
Kasun whistled a popular tune as the NG-1337's systems started to register green. Once the suit's artificial muscles were activated she was on the move. Weapons were green though she dared not test the flamethrower inside the cargo bay. She was pleased once the visual HUD was fully up and running. A smack to the helmet fixed a malfunctioning sensor and soon information was overlaying her view. The augmented reality system offered her a perfect view of her surroundings enhanced with information her armor's systems were taking in and processing for her.

She turned her attention to the weapons crates she'd brought along, quickly focusing on the larger container. Her HUD was keen to remind her that the crate contained an NG-43 MagRail HMG. Even for someone is powered armor it was a heavy thing that was going to need an external power source. She pried the case open and extracted the weapon, replacement rails and ammo case attaching to her armor. HMG in one hand and cable in the other she made for the airlock.

Before stepping out into the vacuum of space she activated the magnets in her boots, a soft hum telling her they were active. Now she could walk along the ship's hull with minimal concern. An explosion could still throw her loose sure, but there was no sense in thinking about it. As she stepped out the silence always struck her. Her own breathing inside the helmet to louder, the stamping of her feet along the outside of the ship becoming something she felt more than heard. She needed to find an access panel quickly and get to work.

Once she had the NG-43 plugged in she quickly installed the first set of rails and attached the case. The ammunition itself was caseless and propellant-free and even the belt feeding the ammo into the gun would become little more than dust. She took on a bracing position and using a simple commend to link the weapon to her systems. "Beginning counter-offensive." With a minor discharge of electrical energy around the magnetic rails the retired Marine began to bombard the attaching pirate fighters with accelerated ammo designed to tear them to shreds.

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The small cabin of the corvette was overfull, two pilots plus the strike team. Each and every one of the strike team operatives was well armed with submachine rifles armed with bean bags, shock rounds, and tranq darts. They were prepared for an offensive, with 8 troops in medium recon armor and two fully power suited marines. One of the marines spoke up. "The pilot of this ship is a small time smuggler but she's got ties to a major player. We need to secure the asset again. We cannot have this tech falling in the wrong hands. We put down any resistance fast. Capture over kills here though, we need the crew's info on this guy so we can finally nail him for his crimes. We breach in three."

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A few of the fighters strayed closer to the Springbok and hailed her, "Pilot, drop weapons and bring the Springbok in to dock with the CS-Karāchi." The Springbok's weapons began to holster as the ship slowly made its way towards the frigate. The closest fighters surrounded the interceptor in key points above, below and to the sides of the ship. They didn't see the pilot grin or notice her hands move to her legs to release some combat stims.

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"Breach!" The men rushed through the opened airlock and the battle cries of the first few were immediately replaced by screams of pain as impossibly sharp caltrops punched into their booted feet. "What kind of barbarians would use these?!" One of the men cried in pain. A marine stepped forward, the caltrops breaking into tiny pieces under the steel of his massive armor. "Barbarians." He lowered an assault cannon, primed for stun and walked calmly forward.

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Vesta

She had come too close to the frigate for comfort as she switched her cybernetic legs to increase blood flow. It would take some maneuvering to get past the blockade that the fighters had erected behind her on her approach. There was a lucky break though, when the merc onboard the Nadia opened fire with a Mag-rail from outside the ship, tearing apart a fighter in the process. She felt a twinge of apprehension, knowing that the merc wasn't firing on pirates like she believed but military forces instead. She didn't expect to be forgiven but she did like that her chances of escaping with the cargo intact were higher when she had a willing crew. She took the chance the merc had provided and twisted her ship around in a tight arc that caused her to undergo nearly 50g's of force and utterly surprising the fighters that had scrambled to evade fire from the mag-rail. In an instant, her turret was out and she had engaged in a dogfight with four fighters of her own. She hoped the crew inside was faring this well.

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Vesta

The pilot sped her way around the space surrounding the Nadia, making sure to never put herself in a position where the fighters guns might miss her and hit her freighter. She used her ability to outmaneuver her foes to her advantage, making it hard for them to hit her and giving them a chance to hit each other when they missed their main target. Her turret stuck to one target at a time, regardless of where she was facing or her relation to the rest of the battle. Once one fighter was down, she'd switch to another. She'd tried to keep their fire off of her but she noticed a couple of fighters had focused their fire on the Merc's location.


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Inside, the power-armored marine had put up his helmet as a stray bullet pinged off his shoulder. "Contact!" He sprayed stun darts into the ductwork but the smoke had thrown his aim off. They listened as the sound of movement in the ductwork headed away. The other soldiers were getting back on their feet as the two marines took to the front of the line. Their eyes were opened for traps and any others that they saw were sprung harmlessly on the marines. They followed slowly behind the loudmouthed brat in the ductwork, unable to keep up with him as he left them with a surprise and an insult every time they'd caught up with him. They hadn't lost any troops, but their tempers and nerves were running high.

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A warning popped up inside the ex-Marine's visor, distracting but not blocking her view. The second one was more annoying, a message that the rails inside her MagRail had finally broken down. Useless. She stopped firing and starting whistling to herself as a distraction. She could feel more than hear the rounds impacting the ship around her, the occasional glance off her armor. Anything more direct and she'd be in serious trouble. The first warning was, of course, alerting her to enemy fire.

She'd been working under the assumption that they were fighting off pirates and not, in face, the Marine Corps. She'd be having strong words with their pilot later. None the less she was being fired upon and now had a duty to defend herself from harm. She would just need to focus on disabling and crippling more that outright destroying.

A pull of the slide and the rails detached themselves from the gun and a gentle push sent them drifting out into the void. She pulled a spare set from her belt and loaded them, ignoring the twisting serpent in her gut as she went through all her checks to make sure the MagRail was ready to fire again. Once it was she stood back up straight and aimed for the nearest fighter, intent on taking out the engines.

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The soldiers fired over the desiccated body of their commander, the second marine having taken control in his death, suddenly more frightened for their lives than they had been when they first breached their way into this nightmare of a ship. It only proved to be more of a nightmare when fully half the squad was doused in acid, the others being lucky enough to have time to get out of the way or be spared a majority of the damage by the flailing bodies of their comrades in arms. When the Marine gave the order to regroup, they were more than happy to fall back and let him toss in a nerve-shock grenade. With any luck it would incapacitate any biological systems, rendering even people in power armor unconscious while still leaving them alive and wouldn't damage the ship or any electrical components. Anyone left standing would be free game on the inevitable charge into the room.

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The few fighters that strafed around Dragoslava's position on the ship were having trouble both avoiding her fire and returning fire of their own as she brought the MagRail to bear on their engines. Those that weren't being shot at fired at the mostly stationary target when they could, doing their best to rid themselves of one annoyance while the rest of their fighters played a poor game of catchup with the wildly twisting and turning Interceptor. It looked like the Nadia's pilot wasn't quite as good at disabling other ships as the ex-marine was, but she did seem to be a fair hand at grabbing their attention and simultaneously not getting turned to scrap metal and pulp by their weapons.