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Niomie’s finger blurred over her board as she trained the Ruusan’s sensors the Rendili Light Corvette, as the Ruusan angled her nose to face the attacking ship. Locking the sensors on target, she opened a direct line, shunting the information to engineering.
“Starting scan of second target, feeding data to engineering.”

Once more, her com board lit up with a message from engineering; again, she glanced at the file before sending it to the captain’s weapons board repeater screen.
“Targeting data on the Rendili received from engineering Cap’ transferring to your station.”

((Your deafness and cowardice have been noted.))

"Affirmative." Jag said as he started targeting the Rendili. The enemy ship was attempting to slink around the side as the forward guns lined up on it.
"Eat osik, sleemo."
The yellow beams of the high powered forward cannons sprayed forth in a torrent of fire as the quad guns let fly on cycle shot. Jag adusted the freqency of the bolts from cannon three, hunting for the sweet spot as the other three guns hammered at the shield.
Finally he spied a black charr mark on the enemy hull.
"Got it. Freqency located."
The entire ship shook violently and alarms began to blare as the starboard and foward shields reported being at 50%. Despite the clubbing it was taking from the main ion cannon, the Maurader refused to shut up, and the fighters were running basic attack runs on the ship.
"Emperor's Black Bones, where the Kriff are my gunners?!" Jag cursed. He grabbed the intercom again and repeated his request for gunners. "Someone get on those kriffing quad guns now!! Thats an order!"

Mareal held Tabula close as the jolt went through the ship. It was a rough jolt, but at least the girl wasn't hurt. The bumps weren't doing going away though. Mareal was beginning to get worried about the trip. Jedi or not, she couldn't do much inside the ship to help out unless someone boarded.

((I'm not asking you to be chuck norris. I honestly didnt think I was asking too much.))

Getting a confirmation from the starboard turret, Jag grunted in acknowledgement.
"Cookie, you're getting a pay raise. Set the gun to cycle fire. Thats the dial on the base of the gun. It should be on your right. Thumb trigger fires the gun. Thats all you need to know right now. Aim at the Spearhead fighters. They're pointy with two big white engines. The targeting computer already has these fighters marked as hostiles, so you can just follow the screen as it tracks them. Got it?"

(( you weren't asking me anything, but harping at me because I made one little screw up, and not even bothering to correct me in RP form.))

Kalin's head jerked forward and he rolled onto his back. He was drifting between conciousness and nothingness, and it seemed like a kind of shellshock to him. He could hear the sounds of battle and a switched flipped in his brain, bringing him back to reality.
He tried standing up, but when he felt a pain from his upper torso, a cold pain of realization shot up his spine.
He reached down and found his knife lodged in his ribs, right above his stomach. The blood-flow had slowed, most likely the platelets in his blood, but if he stressed too much, he would open up the wound even worse. Then he would bleed-out. Very carefully, he eased himself up and made his way to the lift, leaving the knife lodged in his body.

He exited the lift, now on the main deck, and made his way to the port gun. He had always preffered port guns. For some reason, they always fired faster and better.
Seeing no-one there, he eased down into the seat and strapped himself in without irritating the knife. He grabbed an eye-piece and put it on, giving himself a HUD for one eye.
As quickly as he could, he activated the manual controls for the gun and patched into a Comm channel to the bridge.

C-Cap... Jag. Kalin, repor-portin' for du'ty. Sorry I took so l-long to get 'ere. I 'ad a bit o' a p-pr-problem. *cough, cough. Is there anybo'ty else o-operatin' the q-quads?