<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015312#pid2015312"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">Donovan</span></a><br/>Location: Bridge of Gramercy's Run<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>When the fighting broke loose Donovan acted. Using the turrets he blew threw the observation window the sole man stood behind bullets tearing his body apart as he tried to run in vain. Turning the turrets onto the guards below he laid cover fire for his crew, causing enough chaos for them to finish everyone off and  get back to the Annie.<br/><br/>Opening the landing bay door for them he set to work on finishing off the rest of the ship. Fingers glided over the control panel opening all the bulkheads in the Gramercy's run and then disabling the security measures to lock them down. Next he remotely opened all hatches leading out to the vacuum of space. Even from the bridge he could hear the sound of the atmo rushing out of the ship. Reaching up to his helmet he enabled the oxygen and turned away from the controls. Casually he walked left the bridge and made his way to the docking bay. Inside were several smaller craft, all about the size of the Annie except one, which was slightly larger and it was the one that caught his attention.<br/><br/>Boarding the<a class="link link--external" href="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp155/drun0riginal/Sectorial_Transport_by_KaranaK-1.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">transport shuttle</a>he ran through the take off procedures and left the dead ship behind.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015312#pid2015312"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">Donovan</span></a><br/>Location: Docking bay/ St. Anne Bridge.<br/>Tagged: All<br/>Morning Watch<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Donovan was removing the two turrets from his new transporter. He had considered leaving them, but he was no longer a mercenary but a merchant and he didn't need the guns on it to move goods. It went against his better judgement but after the event's on the Gramercy's Run and Kohlberg station he needed to do something to remind himself he was no longer the thing built to kill, he was free man who could live a peaceful life if he tried.<br/><br/>Hearing Iona's voice over the comm's he grinned and left his work, the frist of the turrets already on the ground, the second almost ready to be removed. Not taking the time to clean up he made his way straight to the bridge.<br/><br/>Listening intently to the situation he grinned at the prospect of going aboard a hulk. He wasn't to worried about the status of the St. Anne's coffers, he had enough money to pull all of them out of debt and be set for years but what would the fun in that be? Stepping forward he bowed his head to Iona. "I'll act as a security escort for the boarding party, never know what you can find on those things, and I like the thought of exploring something that big for hidden treasures."