[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
Dunk nodded, slipping the old shotgun from its makeshift harness and readying it. He moved up behind you, ready to follow you in.
The heavy bulkhead door squeaks obnoxiously as you pull it towards you a bit, hoping against hope that the engine noise would drown it out
It hadn't worked. Two well built blokes stood chatting, surrounded by boxes and crates of varying sizes.
One of them had clocked the movement of the door in his peripheral vision, the orangey lighting reflecting off the metallic sheen off his cybereyes.
The other bloke was dressed in full day-glo waterproofs, holding onto a chain suspended from the ceiling of the container. Its frigid cold air hit your nostrils as you peeked in, the smell of fish assaulting your senses shortly thereafter.
You could hear the whimpering and sobbing more clearly now, coming from the far side of the container, out of sight behind a row of boxes. Those you could see had all sorts of writing on them, squiggles like Chinese or Japanese or something. Not exactly what you'd expect in the catch-hold of a small French trawler at any rate.

___Scawire___
The spirit world had shunned you.
Whether it was your exhaustion or a lack of will on their behalf, you just couldn't manage to complete the ritual.
Your head ached, well, even more than it did already. Knives and Dunk moved up to the doorway, readying their weapons in preparation for a strike.
You figured it would be wise to do the same.

[Csjarrat]

__Ini 13___
The bloke with the cybereyes breaks off his conversation with the bloke in the full waterproofs, looking intently at the figure peering through the slightly open doorway. He gestures towards the gap, directing his subordinates to follow his gaze as his left arm folded back and disected itself along a clearly mechanical line.
Something gun-sized flicked into his hand as his forearm re-built itself, the other sailor turning to face the doorway, clearly wondering what was going on.

Lumen you're up

[Lumen]

*Bollucks!  This guy is quick, so I've got to be quicker.*  Knives bolts into the room several meters before ducking behind a crate.  He focuses drawing mana into his body and envisions the soon to come stabbing in his mind. *I can cut this wanker down to size in one solid blow metal bits or no.*

[Csjarrat]

___Ini 9____
Dunk followed in behind you, just to your left with the shotgun up and ready.
The noise of the old boomstick going off was deafening and the pellet spray kicked off the metal walls and wooden pallets creating a spray of dust. It was one hell of a noise in what was essentially a giant echo chamber.
The guy in the waterproofs took the worst of the hit, arterial spray coating the pallets behind him. He fell to the floor screaming, writhing about in agony.
Cybereyes was quicker to see what was happening, beginning to move out of the way even as Dunk levelled the old shotgun at the pair. His armour dented and deformed as the edge of the pellet cloud caught his arm, forcing him off balance slightly but he seemed no worse for wear as he ran free of the worst of the blast

___Ini 5____
The wounded sailor screamed into his comms as he scrabbled towards what he perceived to be safety, not that anyone on the boat wouldn't have heard the shotgun blast anyway....

Scawire, you're up

[Scawire]

Mantis ducks behind the door framing thinking this metal wall will give him better cover then a wood crate. I think we should have cut and ran with a life boat, I'm so going to die at sea. I hate boats. Mantis does his best to use the wall as cover as he peeks his head out he grabs the mana in the air around him and tries to drop the sailor with the gun. With the knitting of the mana complete Mantis lest the stun bolt shot at his hopefully soon to be asleep target.

[Csjarrat]

___ini12____
The stun bolt appeared to have absolutely no effect on cyber eyes as he moves towards cover.
He snaps a shot off at Mantis, returning the favour.

___ini9___
Lumen, you're up

[Lumen]

Hearing the weapons discharge Knives takes that as his que.  He hops up, quickly closes the distance before introducing his blade.  The blade lunges forth to bite into its target.

[Scawire]

Mantis is just too slow to dodge the attack. With Mantis's armor taking the hit on his shoulder Mantis feels energy shot into his body. I really hate boat, death on every deck.

 Mantis tries to shake off the blast he has just got and start knotting the mana then shaping it into an attack. Mantis grabs the mana in the air the mana of the cold water under the ship. As the mana takes it's final shape the form of a stun bolt is formed. Mantis directs the mana on target but just as he lets the stun bolt hit it's target a shooting pain from his left leg has a bolt of it's own, pain shots up Mantis's leg into his body. Bloody Hell with that the mana unravels and send the mana once a stun bolt shooting back into the air and water with no effect on the sailor .

[Csjarrat]

___Ini 9, pass 2___
Dunk vaults the boxes, fired up and ready for a scrap. Saving ammo, he smacks the wounded sailor hard in the head with the butt of the shotgun, knocking him out cold as knives closes the distance.
The fineblade punches a hole in cybereyes' armour, cracking a rib and pressing deep into his chest.
He gasps at the shock of the pain, sliding backwards off your blade and hitting the deck hard. He struggles for breath as he reaches to compress his wound.

__ini 1, pass 2___
The taser bolt embeds into Mantis' shoulder armour, discharging more than enough current into it for him to temporarily lose control of his muscles.
Mantis struggles to knit a mana-form, his attempt failing as the delicate gesturing needed proves impossible with his spasming, twitching arm

[Lumen]

"Shhhhh.... shhh..... That's not gonna help.  Ya shot me mate, you've got to die now."  The wicked grin finds itself spreading across Knives' once again.  He may be a bit unstable but at least he seems loyal to his team. He slips his blade into the downed soldier once again, this time to end the struggle.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
Your blade tip rested heavily on his throat, drawing a trickle of blood as he gasped for air.
He tried to beg for mercy, dropping the taser and raising his hand in surrender, but it was too late.
You pushed the blade in a couple of inches, hearing the escaping air gargle through the blood, His eyes panicked and terror stricken.
Instinctively he wanted to struggle, but what remained of his common sense was telling him writhing about with a sword in his neck was a bad idea.
You slam the blade through the last couple of inches, feeling metal on metal as it passed through his brain stem and impacted into the metal decking.
He stopped writhing after a second or two, his eyes vacant, his face fixed in contortions of agony and spasm.

___Scawire___
Peeking around the corner of the door frame, you see Knives brutally dispatch the cybered bloke, even as he attempted to surrender.
Dunk slammed the butt of the shotgun down onto the sailor with a heavy thud once more for good measure, a red stain smeared on the stock showing he'd hit his target.

__Both___
You all looked at each other, targets incapacitated or dead and felt the adrenaline surge of the fight begin to die down.
The shakiness passed momentarily but it added to your feeling of exhaustion and it took a real effort to focus your mind once again to the task in hand: getting the fuck of this boat..

[Lumen]

"Alright lads let's keep moving.  We've got to find this escape raft quick.  I'm proper knackered from dealing with these bloody sailors.  Dunk you're the boat guy, any ideas?"  Knives wipes the blood on his blade off using Cybereye's clothes and resheaths it.  He takes the pistol used to zap Mantis and does a quick pat down for any other items of interest.

[Scawire]

Mantis limps into the cargo hold and does a small look around to see what is in the room. Looking like hell and feeling like he is about to see what hell is really like Mantis speaks up. Not sure about you mates but I Bloody well want of this boat. Mantis is barely able to keep from falling on his ass as he uses anything the room has to offer as a leaning aid. Mantis knows the team has over stayed their welcome and the best course of action right now is to grab what ever they can find quickly and leave the rest or the whole team might be Geeked.

[Csjarrat]

Aye, shite's hit the fan now mate. grab what ye can an' ge' topside ASAP. We need te get in tha' raft 'fore their middlemen get 'ere.
Dunk began raiding through the nearest stack, ripping off the lid and stuffing handfuls of what looked like BTL chips into each of his jacket pockets as quickly as he could.
The girls sobbed from the far side of the room, cages hidden behind a stack of crates.
Now the din of the fight had died down, they started shouting out for help in whatever tongue they spoke, possibly hoping for some nation's border guards or coastguard to come to their rescue.

[Lumen]

Knives follows Dunk's lead and begins to rip open boxes and stuffing his pockets with their contents.