[Lumen]

As he sits back on the unit his chin drops to his chest.  Then he realizes he was uninjured from the point blank double barrel explosion...  a story that will undoubtedly be embellished many times over a pint. Knives' head whips back up to stare down his assailant,  the sadistic grin growing ever wider.  "Looks like I win this one mate."  He stands and calls the ambient mana into his muscles, invigorating himself with newfound strength.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
The mana builds in your muscles, enhancing your strength. It soothed as it enveloped you, numbing the edge off the bruising that the armour couldn't stop.
Moving up to close the gap, the pieces of buckshot rained to the floor as they fell out of your armour.
You see the grimy fucker was in a state already, pushing himself back up off the floor, the unloaded shotgun laying just out of arms' reach.
Mantis' mojo had knocked him sideways and he looked fucked. You heard screams from the room just up the dark corridor, just loud enough to be heard over the pumping bass music emanating from it.

__Scawire___
You're on for your final pass

[Scawire]

Mantis is not keen on sticking his head out of the cabin and see if his armor can take a point blank shot like his buddy Knives just did. So Mantis decides to get a small helper from the spirit realm to aid him and his two bunk mates.

Mantis directs his will out to the realm of spirits and starts his mental request for aid. It seems a spirit has come forward to aid Mantis, but the tug Mantis put forward into this realm to get aid has pulled back on his psyche. Mantis's mind feels the strain from this summoning.

With the Spirit aid Mantis quickly mentally tells the spirit. I need you to guard me, Knives and Dunk. Thanks With that Mantis hopes the team of pirates trying to rob them are not too powerful.

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
Your body aches with the effort of the summoning, but the astral form coalesces next to you, materialising to protect the team from physical harm.
Dunk rolls over to look down at the scene unfolding, checking everyone is still doing alright.
He digs around in his jacket pocket and readies a trusty old flick knife as your spirit confirms your commands.

__Lumen___
You stride forward confidently, rage boiling with the sheer arrogance of the fucker. He's just about pushed himself onto his knees as you reach him, a light gash on his forehead dribbling blood across his face.
In a millisecond your fineblade had pierced his torso, running through to the far side. Your rage tips over the scale, ramming the blade in and out furiously until the bloke's punctured lungs gurgled through the pooling blood and his body fell prostrate to the floor, lifeless.
More screaming emanates from down the corridor, followed by several loud smacks and the laughter of a couple more voices.

[Lumen]

"Dunk guard our shit, Mantis cover me." Knives barks short quick orders and dashes off down the hallway towards the music.  *Sure wish I knew which foreign fuckers to frag...  Guess we'll just start with the openly hostile and work from there.*

[Scawire]

Mantis limps behind Knives making sure to keep checking behind himself making sure they don't get jumped from a blind spot. Not sure what the two are up against Mantis puts his Counterspelling over both him and Knive. I hope these pirates are not sporting a mage that would not be fun.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
Dunk clunked heavily off the top bunk behind you, checking the corridor, grimacing at the sight of the dead gunner swimming in his own blood. The heavy rocking motion sloshed it around and it pooled in the drainage channels at the side of the central walkway.
Fack me, I think ye got 'im
Dunk booted his torso, rolling him half-supine as he padded him down, searching his pockets. He grabs a credstick and four shotgun shells from his various pockets and reaches for the gun, overbalancing as the boat keened to port under the assault of the waves.

___Scawire___
Dunk jumped down from the top bunk, momentarily gazing with wonder at the materialised spirit-form shimmering beside you before heading into the corridor.
You see the results of Knives' fury, the gunner had been thoroughly punctured and had leaked a lot of blood, most of which was now sloshing about the corridor as the ship rocked and keened about on the heavy sea.
It was a nightmare just keeping your balance, your damaged muscles struggling to support your weight as the waves threw you about. Knives moved up the corridor, listening intently at the source of the music and screaming. His footprints were red with blood and his blades dripped from the hilt guard.
Go on lad, I'll cover yer backs.
Dunk snapped the barrel open, ejecting the two spent cartridges over his shoulder which pinged off the stained and tired beige panneled walls before clanking down into the spilled blood. It snapped shut and Dunk took cover in the doorway of the bunk-room you left.
Stepping over the corpse, you keep close to Knives, lengthening your pace as you reach the source of the noise


____Both____
Pumping music can be heard, shitty europop-come-RnB played through tinny speakers. The door to the room was shut and you strained to hear what the fuck was going on on the other side.
Audio only perception tests please

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
Your AR overlay burst to life, registering multiple sources of sound on your spatial recogniser.
The music appeared to be coming from above, probably piped in over the ship's audio system. You could detect at least two deeper frequencies, probably male, separated by a short distance laterally.
You could just about make out a higher frequency source, probably female, somewhere near one of the males on the right hand side of the room.
It sounded in brief bursts like sobbing or choking, but even with your amplification dialled up, the background music distorted it too much to get a clear fix on any coherent words

___Scawire___
As you maximise your audio feed through its AR overlay, the app flickers, glitches and crashes before re-loading and sticking in a continuous loop of death and rebirth.
Frustrated, you turn the earbuds off. It was a damn site less distracting that way.

[Lumen]

Knives sneaks slowly towards the sounds of voices, keeping his blades at the ready.   The brutal rocking of the boat and the pains shooting through his body were not making it easy but Knives pushes through it.  *No bloody pirates are gonna stop me from gettin back home!*

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
You push the door open slowly, the locking mechanism disengages from its position with a clunk.
From your vantage point in the doorway, you see a similar layout to the bunk room you were in earlier.
A bulkily built bloke faced away from you, mostly naked except for his grubby once-white socks. A pair of pale feet and legs sprouted from either side of his head and he thrust his hips forwards with abandon, eliciting a muffled sob with each thrust.
A burst of foreign male voice lit up your spatial recogniser again, coming from the far side of the door, maybe only a metre away from the preoccupied bloke you could see through the gap in the doorway. He sounded pissed off, a loud smack coming from his side of the room followed by a muffled scream of pain let you know that he wasn't alone on that side of the room

[Lumen]

Knives' eyes grow wide with anger at the sight before him. *Robbin folks is one thing but this is just plain wrong!*  He takes a second to line up his shot then steps into the room sliding his blade into the exposed back in front of him.  He gives the blade a twist with a sneer, "Flithy fuckin frogs!"

[Csjarrat]

The naked bloke carries on regardless, clearly not noticing your entry or the subtle change in air pressure as the door swings open.
He steadies himself against the rocking of the waves by grabbing onto the upper bunk's slats and you ram your fineblade through his chest, widening your stance against the pitching of the ship to make sure you didn't over-balance.
The blade finds it's purchase, piercing his skins and slamming into his rib cage, sliding in deep once the resistance of the bone crumbles under your thrust.
He groands involuntarily, screaming as you withdraw the blade.
The girl he was fucking screams as he falls forwards and rolls off the bed as the ship pitches and rolls, hitting the floor with a thud. She struggled against her arm restraints, kicking out and desperately trying to break free as the naked guy's blood trickled down her thigh.
You suddenly see that the door swung open with the rocking motion, revealing a bound and gagged woman, naked and bleeding from a laceration to her forehard and her right breast. She looks at you in terror, her dumbfounded tormentor gawping at his wounded colleague, his brain clearly not processing what his eyes had reported in. A cattle prod crackled in his left hand and his skimpy and mucky clothing looked less-than-armoured.

Mantis, you're up

[Scawire]

When Mantis enters the room his ork jaw drops to the deck, No way what to the fuck. Mantis is only shaken out of his daze when Knives slips his knife into the pirate. Still getting his bearings Mantis spots a new comer to the bloody horror of the room. Ok your being dropped you dirt bag. Mantis grabs onto mana and does his best to cast a spell to clear this deck of the slime that boarded when Mantis was dreaming of home and a meeting with his wife.

[Lumen]

Knives pivots around to face the other rapist.  He draws both blades up into the air and comes down hard.  Hopefully the downward angle will spare the poor woman from the blood fountain which is sure to erupt from the human pin cushion.

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
The surprise of it all seemed to throw you off your game, you slam home a bolt of energy into the semi-clothed man, shocked to see it had no effect...


___Lumen____
You feel the air distort and crackle with energy as Mantis looses a bolt of energy at your new prey.
His eyeline drifts to his heavily wounded colleague and back to yourself as your blades whirl towards him.
He seemed unsettled by the rocking action, almost falling perfectly into place for your blades to find purchase in his throat.
Your longsword cut a beautifully clean gash through his trachea, the rapidly escaping air blasting a fine mist of blood into the room as his cardiac system desperately tried to maintain its pressure, oblivious as it was to the huge breach.
Your momentum carried through with your shortblade, ramming into his ribcage as he fell away from you.
His mass hit the ground with an audible thud, the last of the escaping air gurgling through the stream of blood leaking out of his carotid vein demonstrated his time was up.
The cattle prod fell to the ground, crackling as it discharged into a pool of blood as the bound and gagged girl screamed as best as she could against her torturer's device.
Her left side had taken the worst of the spray, she looked like something out of a cheap horror movie.
As you moved towards her, the bloke you hit first groaned, shuffling almost mindlessly towards his dead colleague, his free hand desperately trying to keep his wound from bleeding further