[b][u]Overthrown[/u][/b] [b]Plunderer[/b] [b]Onboard the Plunderer, somewhere above Tatakai[/b] [i]"Captain, Republic Alamo portside, should we engage?" Asked a frightened pilot, looking to the captain of the [b]Plunderer[/b] for confirmation. "Get us close," the captain responded, giving a sick grin. Captain Andrew Booker looked out of the massive window on the bridge of his ship as they slowly turned to face the colossal NTR warship, and he would see not a ship, but a prize. His prize. One just ripe for the taking. [/I] [b]In Space[/b] [I]The engines of the ship lit up and the vessel turned to intercept the ship, and it darted forwards towards the much bigger Alamo. Guns from both sides came online though the nimbler pirate vessel's activated first, and they started with a strafing run overtop. The pilot turned the ship upside down as it flew over the Alamo and it's top guns started striking for the Alamo's own. Strafing was tougher, but the pilot inverted his controls to make it easier on him, and soon they bobbed and weaved their way all across the length of the vessel. [/i] [b]On the Alamo's bridge[/b] [i]"Admiral, they've taken out our guns up top!" Shouted one of the Republic pilots, as he sprinted into the bridge. The Admiral of the ship, Adm. Tifvara, looked at the projection of the ship that had been picked up on the 3D radar and scowled. The Plunderer had been harassing Republic vessels for a few months, but not in the same way that most ships did. Then all of a sudden, explosions fired off inside, and the Admiral stood from his seat on the command deck of the bridge. He grabbed the pistol in its holster at his thigh but didn't draw yet. [/i] [b]In the Alamo's Hangar[/b] [i]"Brace for impact, get down! Get the fu-" Soldiers ran out of the hangar bay and into the far fringes of the room as the Plunderer rolled up beside them, right to the entrance of the ship. A series of walkways shot out from it and pirates started pouring out left and right, each one engaging the NTR's forces as they spread out and shot from the hip. They used suppression tactics to fight off Republic forces, and many made it to cover behind ships and crates of supplies. The Republic returned fire in waves - when one soldier reloaded, another would shoot to keep the pirates pinned down in their spots, and a third troop would take potshots at any pirates they saw. Booker burst forth from one of the walkways, clutching his sword Hullpiercer in either of his armoured hands. Republic Marines focused fire on him while the soldiers took the fight to the other pirates, but each of the shots sent out by the Marines missed as the pirates gave sufficient covering fire to their leader. Booker dove into cover and sheathed his blade - Apparently his men didn't have it all under control. He scratched his brown beard and peeked out from cover, getting an assessment of the situation. A scowl crossed his tanned face when he saw the droves of Republic soldiers that had his men pinned, and found himself pulling a pair of pistols from the black biker jacket on his torso. He looked to the pirate to his side and gave a look to him, and the pirate knew exactly what to do. She grabbed a grenade from her belt and tossed it to the floor just in front of her crates, and several others did the same. Smoke came chuffing from the silver canisters and filled the air, obscuring the stacks of pirates. Booker looked to the woman and gave a thankful look, before he grabbed a plate of metal from his jacket. He put it on the top of his head and pressed a big red button, and the plate moved over his head, locking into place like a helmet as two bright red glass shards covered his eyes. The mouth was covered by a black mesh to filter out the smoke. He stood from cover and slid over the top of it, before he started to sprint through the smoke. The Captain emerged among covering fire from the pirates as shotgunners emerged behind him, sprinting in front to help rush the Republic's soldiers. They shot Booker and his men, but the bullets for the most part diverged from the path of Booker as they neared his helmet and the armour beneath his jacket - A repulsion field knocked away the shots, and he returned fire with his twin pistols. Shots came from all sides and both suffered casualties, but the pirates pulled through into the hallways with their sheer firepower and bootloads of zeal. The hallways were filled with soldiers, but Booker and his troops came prepared. For each hallway there was one pirate in front, holding up a tall shield of metal and slowly progressing forwards with more behind them, combating the Republic. Grenades were the main tactic of the NTR but they were quickly thrown back or jumped on by pirates in scavenged flak jackets, and they swept a way through the ship easily. Booker ducked into the ventilation shafts of the ship as soon as the repulsion field in his armour ran dry. He took off the jacket, leaving his upper body covered by just a black vest with the Repulsion Drive on his back, and a pair of black cargo pants. He checked his weaponry - The pistols were running low on guns and Hullpiercer was still in its sheath, but the rifle on his back was still full on munitions. He holstered his pistols and crept his way through the vents, holding his rifle in front of him. The helmet projected a map compiled from raids of other Alamo vessels, and he marked off a route through the vents to the command deck - He needed something specific, and it was sure to be there. [/i] [b]Onboard the Alamo's Bridge[/b] [i]"This -blam!-ing pirate and his ragtag team of screwups is [b]winning!?"[/b] Shouted the Admiral, who was just in absolute disbelief of the situation entirely. "No sir. We've done a number on them, but they still have about a quarter of their invasion forces remaining. Their ship has left the area and their captain is missing, so we've got them on the ru-" As the pilot was almost finished speaking, a grenade plopped down to his feet. Soldiers left and right jumped behind cover as it exploded, though what filled the air was a mix of shrapnel and smoke. Marines affixed infrared sights on their guns as they scanned the room, although they soon found themselves falling one by one. Once the smoke cleared, Booker jumped down from the rafters, his rifle aimed at the remaining Marines. They fired at him although he returned fire, rolling out of their bullets path and behind a metal desk that had been overturned in the chaos. The soldiers saw a grenade roll to their feet and they jumped away, but it never blew up. Booker popped up and fired at each of the soldiers in the room, before shooting the Admiral in his knees. "Lock the doors!" He yelled to one of the pilots, who simply stared in fear. Booker raised his gun and fired at the ground in front of him before the pilot had screamed in fear and obeyed his command. The doors locked up, and Booker had his way. He lowered the gun and approached the Admiral of the ship, staring maliciously at Tifvara. He spat in Booker's face, but the pirate wiped it off and laughed. "Tiffy, we'll be learning to get along very well." [/i] [b]In the halls of the Alamo, the speaker activates. Tifvara's strained voice is heard over the comms. [/b] [i]"Men and women of the R... agh- Republic, lower your guns. These people have us... Beat... Get to the hangar! Bays one through four, and surrender your guns to the pirates! [/i] [b]In Hangar Bay Six, Starboard Side[/b] [i]"Alright, Republic doggies, let me introduce myself - I am Captain Andrew Booker, captain of the Plunderer. I'll let you guys figure out what I do for a living," Booker announced, climbing up to the top of a stack of crates. He looked out over the crowds of Republic soldiers, each one tied by the wrists using various ropes and in lines, each one in front of transport vessels and Canaries. "So, we'll be sending every one of you down to Tatakai's own Ollimand and you'll all find a way back to your precious Republic. Anyone who tries to resist will be shot, and anyine who wants to join my crew will be given a night with one of the girls. This ship is, as of now, property of the Plunderer's Fleet." [/i] [b]Dojoville, Tatakai, Three Days Later[/b] [i]The Plunderer had touched down in Dojoville hours ago to refuel, and the crew had either stayed to guard the vessel or went around the docking bay to grab a bite to eat, or something else for themselves. Booker had gotten all dressed up in a casual outfit consisting of jeans, a grey undershirt and a black overshirt, unbuttoned and with the sleeves rolled just past his elbows. He sat in some dingy bar in the heart of a shady neighbourhood, with only a pistol and a few other pirates inside it to act as protection. [/i] ((Open for interaction!))