Thread: Piracy and Power Plays - KeeXeyn/AlluringEnigma

Vanessa heard the call over the radio and gritted her teeth. Thirty seconds boys! she shouted as the craft lurched into action, Vanessa turning to face her crew as she paced in front of them aggressively, like a caged wolf about to be fed. She turned her earpiece on, allowing the whole ship to both watch her video feed and listen to the audio. Captain Melissa tacitly endorsed the one-upman-ship after all, if they fighting each other they would be too busy to fight her. You hear those fucking flyboys? They think they own this shit! A resounding set of boos echoed across the craft, which Vanessa allowed to continue on for a few moments before she held up a closed fist, the raucous ending as quickly as it had started. 15 seconds boys! It's time to remind the Aurora who brings home the bread around here! In reality, both sides depended on each other, but the truth didn't make for a striking bit of showmanship. Vanessa turned to the doors in one smooth motion, timing out the arrival in her head, beginning to walk forward before the doors even opened. The second they did, she was already at the thresh hold and ready to break into a sprint. She grabbed her trusty rifle from its perch next to her and thrust it outwards, charging out at a dead heat into the fray, yelling at the top of her lungs Charggeeeee!!!!! The video feed that was broadcast to both the fighters and across the Aurora showed Vanessa charging at the nearest security guard, sending a hard teep into the chest of the bewildered kid. He went flying to the ground, and she quickly followed up with a burst of plasma to his chest. She then dove forward, narrowly dodging a sticky grenade and rolling up at the feet of a second guard. She flicked her offhand, a long knife flicking out from her battle suit, which she promptly lunged upwards at the startled guard. The blade easily pierced through the under portion of his chin and into his brain, the man falling to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Vanessa pulled the knife out, the blood and brains sticking to the blade held aloft in the air as she lout out a loud war 'whoop'. Without hesitating, as the final reinforcements arrived from the corridor opposite her, she fired from her hip, a blast of plasma sending the first man who rushed through the tight hallway to the ground in crumpled heap. She then stationed herself behind a nearby wall, taking a moment to look around her. Her boys fought just as balls-out as her, and most of the security force was dead on the floor. Only a few remained still fighting in melee combat, though she spied one of the wounded soldiers crawling his way over to the defense turrets at the far end of the room. Part of the startegy of the boarding crew was to hit hard and fast, thus avoiding most of the static defenses within the ship. One wounded soldier wasn't going to turn the tide of the battle, but with the heavy firepower of a small railgun he could take at least a half-dozen of her boys. Without thinking, she charged forward at him, in a dead sprint. As he began to drag himself onto the seat of the turret, he looked up and was surprised to see Vanessa towering over him. She leaned into him and grabbed both sides of his head, locking lips with him in a passionate embrace. The man was confused until he felt a sudden sharp pain in his mouth, and he quickly let out a bloodcurdling scream. Vanessa detached a camera from the thigh of her suit, switching the video feed from her point of view to the camera she now had pointed at her face. She spit out the man's tongue, and licked her lips, as if she had just thought of a particularly salacious thought, and then remarked cheerily Hard work's done flyboys. Come be good little boys and gather up my prizes she purred, before cutting off the feed entirely, exhaling sharply as she enjoyed the low moans of injury that accompanied the aftermath of any battle.