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[Open] Motherfucking cannibals on this motherfucking plane-- I mean ship

Who: The Blameless crew and whoever wants to help them fight the boarding cannibals
Broadcast: No
Action: Yes, on the Blameless
When: Some random day this week
Notes: Some threads may get a bit bloody, please warn accordingly

[The SS Blameless doesn't have a security augment - hell, it doesn't even have a security officer. Between that and having their engineer on the surface (which means the ship damage isn't completely repaired), the Blameless stands as one of the most vulnerable ships in the fleet right now.

So of course, it's the perfect target for the Vieziri to test the waters when it comes to boarding.

They're covered from head to toes in heavy armor, and they're pretty tough - but so it's this crew. And they aren't going down without a fight.

Bring it on.]

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[The main reason both Keith and Lance were in their armor and armed in the first place was because of that planned trip to the surface. Keith knew he couldn't risk getting stranded down there himself at the moment, but he also knew he wasn't going to be able to stop Lance from going. So, the compromise was for him to come over to the Blameless and offer him a ride. They had planned to drop down in the shuttle just far enough that they wouldn't take any of the anti-aircraft fire or at least be really hard to hit, but that Lance could at least perform a high elevation jump using the jetpacks in his armor.

That plan, however, was ruined when the ship was boarded. Tucked around a corner, Keith was using his shield to give Lance cover so he could take anyone out from their location. It was a little nerve-wracking, to be honest, as patience was never Keith's strong point, and he had the handle of his deactivated energy sword clenched tightly in his fist as he waited. If anyone got past Lance's gun fire, he'd take them out with the blade.]

Don't worry, samurai. I got this.

[He can tell how impatient Keith is getting, and if it weren't for the seriousness of the situation, he'd let an enemy or two get by just for the red paladin to be able to fight. But this isn't just some routine battle against Galra sentries. They're fighting enemies they've never fought before, with weapons that aren't molded to them like their bayards are. And hell if he's going to let Keith's urge to fight get in the way of his safety.

Still, there are a lot of Vieziri, and his rifle doesn't fire as fast as he wish it did. A few do get through, and while he's confident in Keith's fighting skills, he wants to keep those numbers as low as possible.]

Do you?

[It was a reflex to challenge Lance like that, and Keith was definitely reacting to the stress of everything at the moment by being a snarky jerk. He knew it, and he'd probably come around and eventually apologize to Lance later, but, for now, he was getting impatient and really just wanted to run in and take these guys down. But, he also didn't want to leave Lance without some sort of shield cover. He couldn't use his own shield and the rifle at the same time because of his arm position.

Keith didn't actually want anything to happen to Lance.

Still, he spotted the few that got through... where the Vieziri armor protected them from Lance's rifle fire. That was it. He wasn't waiting any longer.]

I'm going in. Cover me.

[He didn't even wait for the acknowledgement before he deactivated the shield and charged in to engage the first warrior, one-on-one.]

Yeah, I do. So why don't you shut up and trust me this time?

[It isn't--angrily said, but Keith's words rubbed him the wrong way. Lance wants to prove that he's capable, that he can protect people. He can't let Keith's taunt get him down from that.

Of course, though, Keith leaps out at the enemy without even waiting for Lance to acknowledge their change of strategy. Because of course he does. Lance grumbles to himself as he continues to pick off as many Vieziri as he can before they can even reach Keith.

If something happened to him, and Lance couldn't protect him...]

[He was terrible at showing it, sure, but Keith actually did trust Lance. They'd been though a lot, and Lance had proved himself plenty of times. It was just sometimes easier to keep that banter between them and not acknowledge anything else. He didn't respond to Lance's last comeback as he charged in, the blade managing to slice through in the right spots... joints, places were the plates joined together and had slight gaps for the sake of body movement.

He brought his leg around, slamming his foot home in the center of one attacker's chest, knocking them back into several others in the boarding party behind them.]

[Fancy moves. Just what he'd expect from the red paladin. It's almost mesmerizing to watch the way he fights, but he can't exactly watch and shoot at enemies at the same time.

For now, he keeps on firing, making sure that the Vieziri knocked down stay down.]

[One of them got through Keith's defenses, catching him in the side with a hard hit that knocked him against the wall. He slammed into it with a grunt, sliding to the floor for a second, stunned, before recovering just enough to roll and scramble to avoid another hit.

But it definitely got him to pause for a moment... Ow.]

KEITH!

[One hit isn't enough to completely take Keith down, but it does make him vulnerable for a few moments. And a few moments is all it takes for another enemy to start moving in. Lance quickly aims and pulls the trigger.

Nothing.

Pulls it again. Nothing. He can't have already run out of ammunition, right? Is the gun just jammed? But he doesn't have the luxury of time to check, because the Vieziri's coming up on Keith's blind spot, raising his weapon--

With a loud yell, Lance charges at the alien. He doesn't have any melee weapons, so he improvises, trying to bludgeon the Vieziri with his rifle. Anything to get it distracted while Keith gets back on his feet. He's similarly slammed into a wall hard enough to be dazed even with his helmet, and before he realizes it, there's an armored hand around his neck squeezing.

He still struggles, kicking out at them.]

[Keith got back to his feet as fast as he could. He didn't immediately react to Lance's own charge into the fray because his attention was pretty absorbed by the attacker in front of him. He did, however, see the other fight in his peripheral vision.

He grappled the Vieziri he was fighting into a hold, and, with a yell, drove him back into the one holding Lance's neck as Lance kicked. He slammed them together, managing to knock them both senseless and dropping them into a heap on the floor. That was the last two in this corridor.

Keith took a couple steps back from them, and then turned to Lance, breathing hard and holding his side where he'd been hit.]

You okay?

Just...peachy...

[His voice is a little raspy, and he's taking deep breaths, trying to get oxygen back into his system. Ow. That was definitely going to leave a bruise. He looks Keith over, frowning at him still holding his side.]

Let me see that.

[Keith made a face and lowered his hand, offering it to Lance instead to help him up.]

I'm fine.

[There was no visible wound, at least.]

We should try to keep moving if you can.

[He takes the hand offered, hauling himself up.]

I'm fine. It's you I'm worried about.

It's nothing I haven't dealt with before. That guy almost choked you.

[Okay... was this really going to turn into a 'who's more concerned about who' thing?

And, well... yes, Lance. Keith was being concerned about you. Again.]

[This really is. Lance frowns, swatting lightly at Keith's hand.]

He was about to get the drop on you. My gun jammed. Which...I should fix right now. But just let me see your side, 'cause you know you're the kind of guy who'd, like, have a hole in him and pass it off as a scratch.

[Keith frowned stubbornly.]

They didn't even break through the suit. We don't have time.

Get your gun working first in case more start coming.

Keith. Show it to me.

[But he does get to work on his gun, fiddling around with it to get it unjammed before loading more ammo in.]

Just for peace of mind, okay?

[Keith almost growled.]

There's nothing to see.

[At least, not without pulling off the armor, and he really wasn't up for doing that until he was sure the ship was secure.]

Fine! But you'd better not be super hurt under there, or I am going to get very, very cross with you! Don't just throw yourself into the fight unless you have to, okay?

[Keith didn't look impressed.]

I'm fine.

[Mostly. But they could worry about it later.]

Come on... we have to make sure the ship's clear.

[You don't have to look impressed, Keith. Just healthy.

Lance nods, taking point as they begin walking. There seems to be a lull in the action, at the least, which bodes well; at worst, they'll have time to catch their breath, at best, the boarding party is wiped out by now.]

I don't want see you--you know--getting hurt, okay?

[Keith slowed his pace a little. Fair enough.]

I just want to make sure the ship is safe first, okay? And we can make sure no one gets hurt. Not me... not Shiro... not you...

It'll be okay.

I know. I meant it when I said you were--important, though, so you're not getting hurt any more on my watch.

[He gives a little huff, stepping over a fallen Vieziri as they continue to scout the ship.]

[Keith glanced over, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.]

I'm no more important than anyone else, Lance.

Besides... I don't want you getting hurt, either. [And maybe a little too quickly...] Or anyone else, for that matter.

But you are! I mean, not knocking anyone else's importance, but to me, you're...

[He trails off, groaning.]

Never mind. Just. Keep yourself safe.

[This time, Keith full-on stopped and turned to look at Lance.]

What are you talking about?

[It was really hard to grasp the concept of why he would be so important to someone who, up until a few months ago, Keith had been pretty convinced hated his guts.]

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