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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shadowdancer" data-source="post: 1800015" data-attributes="member: 515">Vasilii sounds lost in thought as he speaks over the suit comm, holding his hand on the wound in his side to keep pressure on it, looking around the airlock for something else to try. "Thank you, Mister Holland, greatly appreciated. Nice shooting." He looks at the bulkhead inside the airlock that was damaged from Kevon’s first shot, considers the possibility of trying to break through it. "Very . . . nice . . . shooting. . . . OK, consider yourself encouraged to keep that laser trained on ’em just in case. We’ll get a sitrep for you in a minute. Vasilii out." He starts pushing and pulling on the spots that look the worse for wear along the bulkhead, keeping an eye open for any small holes that look like there might be light shining through from the other side. -----The voice on the speaker brings Swann's focus back to the situation. He retrieves Eric’s and Mark’s weapons, patting them down for hidden weapons. At the same time, he says to Saro, "Doc, looks like you will need that medical kit of yours after all. Why don’t you take a look at Ian first, then check on our two sleeping friends?" Ian grimaces with pain. "Thanks, it only hurts when I miss." He chuckles a bit. Looking to Saro, "Well, Doc, wat’cha think? Can ya save the leg? If not, then I’ll have to ask you for a second opinion, heh, heh." Ian tries to crack a joke through the pain (and not a very good one, either.) Swann opens his comm unit. "Keaven, this is Swann. Hold your fire for now. The Oser is surrendering. We’re in pretty good shape. Ian was shot, but it doesn’t appear to be too bad. Doc is going to patch him up. And Vasilii, I believe, is trapped in the air lock. We’re going to try to get him out now. Swann out." -----"Understood, Mr. Hellenic," Kevon answers over the suit comms. "Tell them that I will blow their engines to smithereens if I so much as see that turret of theirs move a millimeter." -----Vasilii cuts in. "How about telling them to rotate their turret and point their weapons away from our ship? A gesture of good faith and all that." He keys his comm off and continues working on the bulkhead. -----Swann leaves the two handguns with Saro and Ian, and takes the shotgun. He holsters his snub pistol and walks over to the iris valve leading to the Oser’s bridge. Ian repositions himself so he can watch Swann walk toward the bridge, keeping his gauss pistol ready if needed. Over the ship’s comm unit, Swann attempts to talk to the man on the bridge. "Whoever you are, open the inner door of your air lock and let our comrade out. Then open the iris valve to the bridge and come out slowly. Keep both of your hands on top of your head. If I see a weapon, or you make any sudden moves, I will shoot you." Swann then stands back from the iris valve a little way — where he can see the airlock and see into the bridge once the valve is opened — and aims the shotgun at the valve. -----While waiting Swann comms Vasilii. "Vasilii, how are you doing in there? Are you injured?" Vasilii pauses for a moment, keys his comm. "Y’know, I’m starting to see some real possibilities for this air lock. Some chintz curtains, some new light fixtures, maybe a fresh coat of paint in a pastel . . . perhaps a painting in modern Vargr expressionism as the focal point of the entire ensemble. A friendly and inviting first impression that could boisterously say ‘welcome’ to parties coming on board, just before the residents open fire. Yeah, definitely feeling the Feng Shui in here." "Hang on, we’re trying to get you out as fast as we can." "Not a problem. Deal with what you’ve got in there first. Vasilii out." He continues pushing and pulling on the damaged bulkhead. "Vasilii must have taken a blow to the head," Swann thinks. "Or he’s going crazy from being trapped in there alone." -----Martha continues to focus her attentions to damage control, giving only passing thought to the strange comments she hears over the comms. -----Saro moves quickly and professionally as he examines Ian’s wounds. "Well, nothing life threatening fortunately, but you ain’t going to be dancing at my next performance of Highland jigs, that’s for sure." As he dips into his kit he continues, "I’m going to stop the bleeding and bandage you up here. but I’ll have to give you better treatment back aboard the Keaven. Try not to flex your leg too much, you’ll aggravate the wound and start bleeding again." "Thanks, Doc. Your next brew is on me, and I’ll even applaud at your next performance!" Ian says gratefully with a wry grin. "Well, let me take a look at fools," Saro spits out. He gives Koolishu’s body a quick glance but realizing the man is far past his abilities to help, he kneels down next to the two unconscious "pirates" and checks on their condition, trying to determine how long they might be out.</blockquote>

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