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[capn_redd]

ATTENTION!

All passengers and personnel are to assemble on the top deck immediately!

[There's no discussion apparently, as everyone will find themselves whisked to the first deck of the Elegante with their weapons in hand alongside the crew and all helping hands from the boat.]

{{ OOC: Yes, everyone is fully clothed with all weapons to hand.

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide is already up on the deck, fully armed, and angry. It's as good an emotion as any to begin a fight with. He rolls his shoulders, cannons at the ready. If he is to die, he will die fighting - with no regrets.]

...

Let us begin it, then.

[chopshopgoddess]

[Sprinting up to him.]

Ironhide!

[heavyweaponsbot]

... What are you doing up here? Get back below!

[chopshopgoddess]

I can't. I just appeared here.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Then take cover.

[chopshopgoddess]

Where, behind a ponybee? There really isn't any cover.

[She shifts. Coming up to him had been a bad idea.]

I'll see what I can do.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I do not want to have this discussion again.

[Really, he's just worried - for the same reasons he didn't let her go to the carnival.]

Find a place to take cover. Stay there.

[chopshopgoddess]

I'm not arguing with you.

[She shrugs helplessly. There's just not anywhere for her to go. She can't leave, there's no convenient food tables to duck under.]

I'll do what I can. Be careful, okay?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide only nods, his good optic fixed on that "horizon".]

And you, as well.

[chopshopgoddess]

[She hesitates for only a second before moving in to carefully wrap her arms around him in a hug.]

Love you, big guy.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He's a bit taken aback by this, and can only really pat her lightly -- anything more would crush a human.

And, saying that... is... difficult. She'll just have to interpret the pat for what it is.]

[chopshopgoddess]

[She is very glad he doesn't 'hug' her back because she doesn't really want to be squashed.

And Mikaela knows. She interprets it as the same in return even though it's unsaid. He gets one final squeeze before she makes off.]

[defiant_rage]

[And look who's here after being oddly quiet--a familiar armored alien, looking equally pissed. Two blades made of energy are protruding from his wrist guards, crackling quietly--singing for carnage.

'Moramee gives a curt nod to the 'mech.]

And hopefully end it, as well.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Arbiter.

[Ironhide can't say he's unhappy to see the big alien. Far from it. The more warriors they have, the better the odds... hopefully. He nods in return, and returns his gaze to the "horizon".]

It will be a good end, hmn? Always wanted to go out fighting.

[He sounds rather unfazed by the prospect.]