(Hmm...Let's clarify some geography.) It turns out that Blade and Needle are in the last ship of the convoy. The Sprite is two ships up the convoy, with Stanford on the other side of the convoy from Blade and Needle, only one ship away from the Sprite. The Prospective Generals have flanked The Sprite and hopefully their crew as no other people appear to be on these ships. It seems eery just how empty they are. Various systems are on offer to Blade and Needle. Apart from the navigation of the convoy, Blade can likely fathom that the Autopilot has been activated and tethered to the ship at the start of the ship. This isn't to downplay any intelligence Needle has but it can be assumed that a Space Marine would have some idea of a ship's controls and systems. For instance, he's likely to know better than the Pokemon that any ship that partakes in scavenging will have mag-guns. Handheld ones will be stored near airlocks while controls for ship-mounted mag-guns are likely to be in front of them. They would be powerful enough to haul Guinevere closer without pulling anything off course. A handheld mag-gun tends to me more like a grappling hook, used for manoeuvring around space with more ease than simply jumping. Jumping around in an endless vacuum is inherent risky. On the plus side, as long as no-one looks outside a window, their attempt to save Guinevere would be utterly silent.
Standford waited a for more moments before continuing forth, checking his surroundings for signs or something to indicate locations.
Standford was surrounded mainly by alcohol. Boxes and boxes of the stuff was piled high. Spirits, gins, beers, whiskeys, rums! It all seemed to be here like an Aladdin's Cave for the terminally alcoholic. However, much like the other ships the prospective Generals were roaming, they were not brimming with activity. No one was here currently. Searches of various rooms would have yielded very little. There's no one aboard and the autopilot is engaged. Debatable whether Standford would understand this considering his background but he deffinately could understand the ship was empty. And probably fathom why from a poster in a break room. This poster wasn't too big but told of a birthday party being held around now on-board The Sprite for a 'Tyro'. Curiously, the part of the poster that asked for how old Tyro would be was crossed out. Make of that what you will. Otherwise, no useful information could be gleamed. Just that there will be booze, bringing a gift is optional because it was short notice and there's an open bar. The balloons and cake adorned with candles weren't giving up any further secrets. It seemed the most prominent lead, currently. The rest of the billboard contained some amorous looking otters in very little draped over a city shuttle for short travel within cities and various maps. In this environment of galaxy spanning electronic navigation systems, it is pleasing to see a few old ways being kept around. Of course, Standford was only a ship away from The Sprite. He may have been able to sense this as the party would have bunched most of the crews together. It might have made a more concentrated sensation.
(We've gone a little quiet on this. We're still interested, right?) The living quarters of The Sprite were decorated heavily in balloons and bottles. 'Happy Birthday' was plastered over the doors. A few cards were standing half open all over the place. They were either without a fixed number on the front or had it scribbled out on a few of them. Next to that was a new blade sitting in bright wrapping paper. A large broadsword with grooves in at regular periods. It suggests it folds away in some manner like a complex pocket knife. Just to the left is a large bottle of whiskey, still sitting in paper with it's top off an a long, pink straw that looped all over the place before connecting mouth to liquid. The mood was jovial as the slightly wavering rendition of 'Happy Birthday', waving glasses and half-full bottles in the air as the bright faces sing around the fox in the middle, sitting over a mound of icing and candle. He grins at those surrounding him and sucks in a lungful, snuffing the candles out quickly before picking up a knife. "Right! Big bit for me!" He said, waving a knife over the cake to indicate the entire thing. "What are the rest of you having?" He's met with a few chuckles as he sinks the dull blade into the icing, helping himself to a sizeable amount before chopping it up for everyone else. ~|~ Evan flicks a communicator switch. "Blade, why is Guinevere still adrift in space? Please get her aboard. Now." He said sternly.
Blade was trying to figure out what was going on, the systems were jammed, go figures, "Sir, the pulling and magnetic systems are jammed, I'm gonna have to fix from the outside."
"I will deal with that. You must not let the crew of The Sprite escape." Evan said. "Focus on your work." With that, Evan's ship slips by the striken vessel. Metal pads silently snap to the hull and tug the two closer. A few pushes of the ship and the pair are docked with the same craft as Blade and Needle, ready to board and help.
(Sorry about that, wasn't really home for the past week.) Stanford started at the poster for a more seconds before grabbing a box of what looked to be the most expensive alcohol on board. "Hey guys," He radioed over to the others. "Looks like the crew of this ship is aboard The Sprite. probably along the crews of the other ships so the Sprite is going to have more than we thought. I'm going to Trojan Horse them and get inside peacefully, I'll radio you more when I get there." He lugged the create around as he made his way back to his shuttle. As it he detached from the ship and moved towards the Sprite, Stanford raised the create over his face as he hailed them on comms and put on his best forgien accent. "Hello, I'm weary space traveler and I'm looking for a place to stay for a bit. I bring good drinks, great for celebration, nectar of gods! Sure to put anyone down, flat on their bum!"
"Yes Sir." Blade said with no other words. He forgot about the cactus but didn't care too much for it. How the hell he was going to get from this animal boat to the Sprite he was pondering on. He looked out the window to find anything useful, and spotted it. It was a new looking fire extinguisher, "Perfect." Blade locked himself inside the air lock and de-pressurized it, and then he opened the door as a small amount of oxygen escaped. He saw the extinguisher and pushed off if the ship towards it. If he could use it to fly his way over to the Sprite then that would be grand.
(Whoa. I almost forgot about this... Sorry.) Needle looked out from the ship at the other ones around it. She lifted her arm and several cards flew out of a pouch, circling the end of her arm. As Blade took off to leave the ship, Needle tossed one of the cards which stuck fast to his armor. The other two continued circling her arm. Once blade was gone she went to a room filled with cows, and threw seeds everywhere. The seeds implanted in the cows, and grew into small leafed plants. (Ok, there we go. Sucking the life force from cattle, good idea or best idea?)
"I uh... I kinda can't go to port." he said, his accent still staying strong but his voice wavering. "Not enough... fuel! Da, fuel!"
Blade made it to the ship he was aiming for, the Sprite. he quickly turned and sprayed towards the ship as his magnetic boots came into contact with the metal. With the way he was walking would probably make the passengers of the ship think that small rocks are touching the ship, just wait till he gets to the air chamber.
Needle sat on the back of one of the cows as it meandered through a hallway lazily. She was waiting for the card she had left on Blade to go off, alerting her that it was in an area with proper atmosphere for her to breathe. Then she was going to have her fun. She quickly grew bored of the cow, and jumped off, before heading back to the control room of the ship.
The Woman sighs, "Ugh...Look! It's a private party! I mean...Fine. Hang on." Mag-guns swivel towards Stanford's shuttle. They open with a noiseless judder, the maw of each magnet spreading in one motion before a gas burst fires each magnet onto the hull, banging against the hulls. Once each locks hard, the electro-magnets charged and holding strong, they're reeled in. The ship is towed slowly aboard until it reaches the hanger underneath. One extra mag-gun locks onto the side of the ship as the others are pulled away before he is gently pulled into the scrap filled hanger. The artificial gravity and atmosphere kicks in behind the energy wall that the ship passes through with ease. Once the hull door closes, Standford is inside. The woman emerges, pistols pointed at the ship's door. Blade's knocking around didn't go entirely unnoticed. The Captain of The Sprite suddenly draws his pistol, looking up at the general area of the noise. "The hell was that?" He said, looking up, brushing his preened fringe out of his hair. "Just put it a way. It's probably a rock." The man next to him attempted to reassure the Captain with. His hair seemed to almost encompass his face like a curtain. The Captain moves to one of the large windows at the side of the room, looking out into the darkness for anything out of the ordinary.
Guinevere smiles, sitting in wait. She's been waiting far too long... she's bored. She heads to the door and cycles the air to join in Needle's ship. If she can't be a distraction, she'll be front line...
[MENTION=7521]Blade Runner[/MENTION] The long haired man follows the captain: "Hey! Come on! The deadly, deadly Kilrathy or whatever probably have cloaking or something. How about we get you another drink?" The captain keeps himself looking into the dark, his hand resting on the holster on his belt. His otherwise white shirt was stained with a spilt drink, tinging it blue. He can see mainly his own pampered features or his dark eyes reflected better than anything outside. "Yeah, yeah, all right. Can't be too careful." "Hey!" The long haired man said, offering a reassuring grin. "We covered our tracks. No one found us. We'll be fine!" "You can't blame me for being on edge. Dad'll kill me otherwise." The Captain said, turning from the window. The long haired man chuckles: "Hey! It's stress relieving! One bullet to the head and everything's forgiven!" The captain can only muster a soured expression as he beelines for the unopened crate of beer. [MENTION=3335]SirSPT[/MENTION] The woman with a gun seems unsteady but clearly determined. There's a mild aroma of alcohol from her rising like a haze. Her thick jumper hangs off her body and shakes as she jerkily moves the pistols around to various places on his body, trying to think of what to fire on first. She eventually settles on his torso. It's a nice easy target. "Got any weapons on you?" ([mention=5915]Dreamer[/mention] and [MENTION=231]Vulpine Script[/MENTION], your welcome to continue to attempt to advance. You have the element of surprise, so you have a big advantage.)
Blade continued to walk and finally made it to the air lock, thank god. It was a small room with a second door, just like the one where the livestock were. He quickly hacked into the systems and opened the surprised there were no air. He moved in and closed the latch, pressing a few things on a panel that gave the room gravity and oxygen. He would then take out the lights in the room, making sure no one saw them, he activated his comms system to contact with his ship, "This is BladeRunner, I'm in."
As the air lock Blade was in filled with air, Needle's cards lit up. Needle noticed and grabbed the card. With that she started pressing multiple random buttons on the ship's controls. As several emergency lights started going off she smashed the spikes on her arms into the machinery and began laughing hysterically. After laughing for a moment, she silenced and activated her card, bringing her to the card stuck to Blade's armor aboard the other ship. She grabbed the card off him quickly, and slipped them away. (It's their job to capture the crew. The crew is all on the main ship. What better distraction than to try and wreck a ship with nothing on it but cows.)
Stanford raised his hands as he slowly stood up. "Now, now, there's no need to point that at me. And yes, I may have a few, but..." hey laid a gently on her arm, quickly trying to dominate her mind with his. "You're willing to over look them right? I mean, they're just peashooters."
As soon as the airlock finishes its cycle, the doors explode open, the girls eyes glowing as she gleefully storms the ship. Anyone in her way is slammed to the wall as she skips down the halls, searching for the control room.
