Channelknight Fadran

"If that attack of all things hit you, then you aren't needed on our team."

After standing in consideration for a moment, Elya replied, "Alright. You can stay."

Elya threw a dagger at them.

"Well, I'll be punching them with a sword, yeah."

"Getting settled, for the moment." Fadran gestured around the place. "After that we're gonna start punching the bad guys."

Schevin frantically ran his fingers across the switches, searching for the cannon's main power supply. As soon as he found it he flicked off the power; at the very least no more heat would be building in the chamber. Now he just had to get eyes on the outside and start repairing. Leaving the electricals open, he pulled up the main console and fired up a drone. He rerouted the visual to it, and put himself on manual direction: he felt a lot safer when he was in charge instead of a program. Within a few moments the screen went back up: he was seeing his turret from the view of a little maintenance bot now, and it looked really busted up.

Pulling out a small throwing knife, Elya kept looking. "I don't see anyone. Seems like you actually managed to shake them."

"I'm not selling you anything!"

Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, Elya watched careful for any sign of pursuit. Thus far she hadn't found anyone; but she couldn't rule out anything. "Where were you when you 'lost' them?"

She nodded, then gestured at Lyanör. "Come on."

"Team for... adventuring. And resisting, at the moment. We're our own corp of the resistance, actually."

"You live here in the slums, right? They'll know who you are. I'm obscure. If there's any chance that we could start anything here, then the less they know, the better." Elya turned her gaze to the new girl. "I'll take her instead." See if she's worth all the bravado.

Jensir knocked on the door.

Elya drew her sword. "All of you stay here. Ji: if you have a saferoom, I recommend heading there." @Mystic Syn

A shell crashed into the ship, just a few turrets down from Schevin. The explosion rushed out in a sphere of plasma before fading out into the void. It shorted out Schevin's screen, red warning signals flashing as the alarms blared. He shouted and swore as the cabin shook; even from here he could feel the explosion. Visuals, weapon relay, ammunition chute, heat disposal; all malfunctioning. Further diagnostics were either delayed or disabled. He'd gotten hit hard. Pulling away from the throttle, Schevin immediately broke into the wiring and got to work.

Elya's smile faded instantly. "You aren't a hundred percent sure?"

"We're a multiversal adventure team," Fadran replied. "Well... more of a group than a team at this point."