Micro wasted no time freeing his fellow stowaways, Click last.
They all gathered themselves and worriedly chattered, right up until Micro said "Enough."
"Here's the issue. We're on a ship where the captain is trying to kill us and the guests will probably love to see us killed. We're outnumbered, and there's no convenient way for us to win this fight."
His grim face in the light of the lightball, stained red with blood made the somber mood menacing.
"So we flee. Break the main ship and escape in an emergency pod. There's a few planets in outer space nearby on the route this ship is supposed to be taking."
Click clicked his teeth. "We run like cowards, you mean."
Micro grabbed him with his metallic hand and slammed him into the wall.
"Fighting is not an option!" he screamed. "I'm not going to get us all killed!"
Click smirked, but let it fall away when he saw just how angry Micro was. "Even though you'd love to, right?"
"Yes! Even though ninety percent of the bastards upstairs would be better off gone! Those sick fucks who'd have people killed because they looked dirty in front of them, who wage stupid secret wars because of fucking backward pool measuring contests! Yes, even then! No killing!"
He dropped Click and pointedly pretended to not notice the two guards he had killed already.
"We split up. Tekel, Jo, Earl, Ratty? You four mess with the functions of the ship. Cut the engines, cut the coms, eject the cargo, do what you need to. Click, August? You're with me. We're going to find the pods."
The two groups split up as soon as they left the cargo hold, Tekel's group heading to the captain's bridge and Tekel heading to the civilian entrance
The light grey walled and red carpeted flooring of the hallways was painfully sterile and gave Ratty unease. Nowhere to hide in a confrontation. Nowhere to run. Tekel moved with purpose, stopping at every intersection and checking for staff or guests. He could handle them, but it was better to be stealthy.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," The intercom announced. "Great news; we have several stowaways. This is a bad thing I agree but that's where the good news comes in. We'll be throwing them out of the airlock as our ship has taken a small detour to avoid Station Sensors, so please wait for tonight's entertainment later on."
Ratty nearly squealed in terror. He just announced it to the guests! What kind of ship was this? Even slavers didn't do this stuff!
Jo pulled him down the hallway. "Let's hurry before things get worse, okay?"
---
"Shit," Carla mumbled. "They're onto us, right?"
Sebastian frowned, the alcohol fading. "That's what our weapons are for, right?"
"Yes, but-"
"We'll just have to carve our way out until backup arrives. Don't worry. No witnesses, no issues."
He sat up, a sinister gleam in his eyes. "Besides, they deserve it."
---
It wasn't long before somebody would run into a guest. Sadly, it was Micro, August and Click.
A married couple was exiting their room when they turned and saw the trio down the hall. Hesitation made both sides pause, but then August spoke.
"Are they armed?"
"They're always fucking armed," Clicks snapped.
Micro wanted to tell the boy to stop but he was right. The lady shot her hand into her handbag while the husband pointed his cane at them. Click took his cue and moved to the ball of his feet, crouched down and jumped forwards.
His shoes weren't really shoes, but jetboots. Add that to Click's incredible sense of balance, and you have a teenage rocket flying through the hallway, scorching carpet and walls as two rich maniacs haven't even fired yet.
The husband does let a round off his cane, but Click flies under it and smashes right into his legs, spinning him in the air and making him land with a groan. The wife turns to where click was, but he had boosted to the roof of the hallway by the time she fully turned around and flicked the safety.
He dived down with full force, his hands wrapping around her head and smashing it against the floor.
The husband was already up again, coughing up bile. He felt the splash of blood and turned to his wife's unconscious body.
"Mary! You bas-"
Click put his heel against the man's face and kicked backwards with his rocket. They both bounced against opposite hallway walls. Micro and August were already next to him by the time he got up.
"You didn't kill them," said Micro. Accusingly.
"You didn't want me to. So I made them as good looking on the outside as they are on the inside."
The husband groaned, parts of his face charred and bubbling with burns. 'Mary' rolled to her side, her nose deformed and front teeth missing in a pool of blood.
Click slyly pocketed a tooth as they made their way to the Escape pods.
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"Captain, look over there!"
Captain Erstboldt turned to his first mate, who was pointing directly outside the viewing port. "What?"
"It's a ship, it's-"
It was a ship alright, but a jagged, armoured spear of a thing. And it was charging through the centre of the cruise ship. The thing tore through the hull like paper, and many alarms blared as important liquids and gases were lost, automatically closing valves as the damage grew and the javelin ship tore a larger and larger hole.
At one point, Erstboldt watched on, horrified at the niggling thought that it would cleave the Daniel Rougherby in two before leaving. But it stopped, and the ship lay embedded in Erstboldt's pride, a lethal wound.
Carrying parasites. Two spacesuits climbed out of the javelin, and with hoses, the flew down to the hole they had made, batting away debris and dodging a stray guest killed by the breach.
Pirates.
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"Micro, you there?"
Tekel was fine, Ratty was fine, Earl was fine and Jo was fine.
"I'm there. No injuries, just a little shocked."
Micro, August and Click were fine. But the situation was not fine. Pirates were aboard the ship. The two way brawl became a three way mess up, and everyone was divided. Ratty and Earl were at the other side of the hall, separated as blast doors came down and they split up to avoid metal spearing through the walls and killing them. That meant they had to regroup and find a way to escape.
Pirates were a big enough distraction.
"Good job on the distraction," Micro quipped. "You've come a long way. Get to us and We'll flee."
"One problem, Micro."
"Yeah?"
"Ratty and Earl are in outer space."