"Button up!" The captain of the ship ordered, the ports at the side of the ship beginning to shut as the cannons retreated into the portholes at his command, "Get something out to deal with the Fleshpeckers or go inside, don't clog up the deck!" Several deckhands who were unequipped made a beeline for the steps down to the lower deck.<br/><br/>"You there!" Olivia called out, stretching a hand towards a deckhand, "Give me your gun, the bandolier as well." The man hesitated at the command of the younger lady before surrendering his weapon and ammunition. "Move along now, there should be plenty of space in the lower decks." She tested the balance of the weapon, weighing it in her gloved hand. She raised a hand to the back of her neck, raising a collapsible helmet over her head. Two almond-shaped slits provided vision, enough for her to secure the belt from shoulder to opposite hip.<br/><br/>The gun was canister loaded, each canister roughly the size of a fist. Inside held various waste metal from the factories and gunpowder. She knew from her basic military training that the canisters could be used as improvised explosives as well. She pushed a canister into the slot and cocked the hammer.<span style="font-style: italic">Back away from the front, give me room.</span>Her Warpieces moved to the side, still facing the incoming flock of birds but unable to do really anything with their current armaments.