Saanath grabs the flare gun and gets off the boat and into a position that he can see into the hold, though not any of the security personnel - he is about 6m from the door. He can't quite get the shot he wants from here, especially given the expected inaccuracy of the gun. Too many friendlies around the door.
Seeing Tomas begin working at the door, Julia sprints there, crouching next to Tomas, and putting a hand on his arm as Ruzz'koff says,
We...leave....no one," Ruzz'koff is breathing and speaking through gritted teath, his rifle twitching and flailing as he tries to point it back out of the door. Julia, not knowing the language but understanding the meaning nonetheless, says, "Damned right," though she looks a little less confident than she sounds as she looks out into the hold. When the vargr continues,
"Count..of...three". She turns back to him slowly, and her face has another moment of what might be well-concealed panic as Ruzz'koff's rifle falls from his hand onto his knee and he himself begins to
slump backwards, His white dress uniform now thoroughly
red all along his right side. Julia pulls herself together. "Commander, get the prisoner," she says, gesturing to Poliarni. "We're doing an exchange." She waves frantically at Ktarle, trying to direct her attention to Ruzz'koff.
Trelene is starting to stir, flexing her hands, seemingly voluntarily.
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OOC: This is a now round - Saanath's action was a left over move action, and Julia's move was the last action of the previous round.
Initiatives:
Ruzz'Koff: 19. Unconscious, LB -1=-4
Tomas: 17
Zaedhrarrg: 15
Red: 13
Saanath: 12. Standard action remaining.
Trelene: 11. No action this round - full action next round.
Henuri: 10
Eofar: 9
Wyrni: 9
Quinn: 7
Ktarle: 6
Sheert: 4
Julia Darius: 2