Shayne was never one for being the center of attention, but as he cut his way through the enemies in his way, he decided it wasn't so bad once in a while. He weaved his way between the ranks, attacking enemies he perceived as high priority threats: the biggest enemies, those with powerful weapons, anything that would give the rest of the crew a hard time. Out the corner of his eye, he could see Gunny and the others having their own fun near the front. He knew Gunny's shrapnel gun would make short work of the front line slavers. He wondered if Gunny could be a bit too brutal, but smiled when he realized what he was doing might be considered worse.<br/><br/>Shifting his focus back in front of him, Shayne's eyes widened at one of the biggest slavers he had seen yet. He was positive this one was well past twice Shayne's size, with arms that could almost pass off as battering rams. Being hit by that fist would be like colliding with a battle cruiser he imagined. As if reading Shayne's thoughts, the giant wound back his massive arm and swung at the fast approaching pirate brawler. Shayne was too boxed in by other slavers to move to the side, and the arm was so massive that going above or below it was virtually impossible.<br/><br/>Accepting these facts, Shayne did what he felt was the only logical action: He stopped. Slowing down as much as he possible could, he strained every muscle in his body to force himself to stop in an instant. While the pain would be something Shayne would feel the next day, what came next made it all worth it. Since the slaver had put all their weight into the punch, they were thrown off balance when the impact never came. This forced the slaver to hit the next thing in its way: another slaver. Shayne watched as a small little eco suit went flying into the wall, and the giant struggled to regain his composure. Meanwhile, Shayne had switched his katar to his left hand, not wanting to damage it against the giants obviously heavy armor. Winding up his own punch, Shayne waited until the tank sized slaver turned back towards him. The second there was an opening at his torso Shayne slammed a mean right corkscrew into the stomach, or at least where a human stomach would be.<br/><br/>Dropping his arm to his side, he turned away from his opponent casually, receiving the message to get back to the<span style="font-style: italic">Scarlet Lady</span>.<br/><br/>"Hmmm, that's some good timing." A second later there was a heavy crash behind him, as his opponent had finally fallen unconscious.<br/><br/>A metaphor roll was no joke, so he knew not to mess around and get back to the hangar. He looked toward his destination, and saw that there were a small amount of slavers blocking his path. "I'm surprised we missed you guys. Oh well." He took both of his katars and slipped them onto his hands, "Maybe you guys should surrender. You would be prisoners of course but hey, its a lot better than what's about to happen." The only response was the shuffle of rifles being aimed at him. "No takers? Figures." Shaking his head in disappointment, he looked up and analyzed his predicament. Giving himself a small nod at his solution, he sprung in to action. Before the first one could even fire a shot, Shayne had disarmed him and slammed the butt of the rifle into his head. Firing off a quick shot at the next enemy, Shayne dodged just quick enough to get away with a graze from the shot of another. "Oh jeez!" Returning the favor to the third enemy, Shayne finally dropped the rifle since the last two in his way were fairly close. A few well placed hits to various pressure points took care of them. With the path finally clear, he walked his way back into the<span style="font-style: italic">Scarlet Lady's</span>hangar.<br/><br/>Seeing one of the troopers looking awestruck at him, Shayne patted him on the back, "One day you'll be able to do that."<br/><br/>Safely back in the ship, Shayne began to trek towards the bridge, stopping along with the others when the ship suddenly went dark. "Ahh, here come the fireworks." Right on cue there was a giant flash of light from outside the ship. Shayne shielded his eyes from the light until it faded, then found the nearest railing and held on. "Brace yourselves, ladies and gents." The ship began to rumble and shake, and many of the Scarlets were slightly tossed around. As soon as everyone got their balance back, the trip back to the bridge resumed. Finally at their destination, Shayne reported back in to the captain. "Seems like they ran out of options. I don't blame them. It was a bit of a mess in there." Shayne crossed his arms and leaned on the railing, waiting for the Captain's orders.