Recovery

[Shagohad]

Jararaca

Inside of the warship, the PA system came online, crackling as the southern drawl filled the air, "Listen up, y'all. This here is my ship. It's mine. If y'all want it, then I think it's high time to try and barter with me. Who knows? I might be merciful." A soft tone came after his cackling laughter.

Inside the halls of his newly dubbed Serpent's Fang, Jararaca hummed a merry tune as he passed his minions manhandling guns and various bladed weapons. The trip had been too easy for these Coalition pups. Time to give them the fear of God.

"Listen up, y'all," This message was directed on his own frequency to his thralls, "I need a perimeter around Decks C, B, and G. Seal the doors to the reactor, bridge, and armory. If they want in, they gotta' cut through." One of the armored men handed him an over sized rifle, larger than a normal man could wield. "The hunt's on, boys."

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"