Gungnir walked with purpose into the armory where the 4 crewmen he called for were getting suited up. Ignoring them, Gunny went over to his personal locker and pulled out his eco armor, an eco suit that he had customized to look like grungan battle armor, and his favorite high velocity weapon, Lucy.<br/><br/>Lucy was his trusty rail rifle, shooting shards of magnetically charged metaline substances that could punch a hole through a 6 inch thick door of duratanium. Slinging Lucy onto his back, he grabbed a plasma pistol and a couple magnesium-thermite breach charges. If the slavers thought they were going to hide behind a shiny blast door, they had another thing coming.<br/><br/>Gunny turned around from gearing up in time to hear Shaynes' speech to the rest of the boarding party, ending in a jovial threat, well mostly. With his helmet under one arm he slung his gear bag over his shoulder. "Oh Shayne, don't frighten the children before battle." Gunny slapped a friendly pat on Shayne's back. "All we'll smell is piss the whole time we're boarding." He then turned to the other pirates. "You ready ladies?! We got a whole ship full of loot and target practice! Do you want to miss the fun?" The troopers with a resounding hell no and marched to the breaching area.<br/><br/>As the first mate walked after them he noticed the nervous twitch of the Canicid's body hair and in a rare moment of sentimentality Gunny put a hand on his shoulder. "You'll be ok kid. Being part if the crew means you're part of the family." Gunny looked him in the eye. "We got your back." Gunny started walking toward the others but then stopped with another thought. "Also, Shayne's right."" The first mate said with his silly and frightening Grungan smile. "Try not to die. It's bad for ya!"