<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Not a problem! Moving is hard work and that's understandable. It'll be interesting to see this new character, as well.  <img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/></div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>“Once we begin moving the passengers below deck, I suggest that all of you follow. You are our passengers, and that means your safety is our priority. We can-”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"No," was Theron's response, almost immediate, as if he hadn't even needed to consider it. "They've planned this assault. They<span style="font-style: italic">know</span>you, your numbers, your skills. They will not attack if they do not have a good reason to believe they can out gun and out number you because to do else wise would be suicide for them. For both yours and our sake, we can't do that."<br/><br/>He shrugged. "You can't force us to fight for you, but I don't plan on sitting around whilst a fight is happening and wait to ge-"<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>“Wait, did anyone hear that?”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"I don't hear an-" The Shepard started to say as a silence began to fall over the ship and he could pick up the light humming buzz. That buzz was familiar somehow, he<span style="font-style: italic">knew</span>it from somewhere. It was ...it was...<br/><br/>An engine! A high performance one! That must mean...<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Appearing out of the fog within a heartbeat, the large motorboat drew up along the far side of the main deck, causing several stunned passengers to step back from the railing.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Theron didn't waste time staring at the motorboat, already reaching back for his bow and pulling an arrow from his quiver and nocking it. He didn't draw back or take aim just yet however, trying to get a feel for who and what was in the motorboat. If they had any of those pre-Moonfall firearms taking a shot and drawing attention to himself would be suicidal. Even his vest wouldn't provide protection against too many shots, and his unarmored skull or limbs wouldn't fare well against such. Not to mention the danger posed to those around him from stray shots.<br/><br/>Too risky.<br/><br/>He stared at the insignia, trying to place it. Had he seen it somewhere before? It looked familiar, though maybe they'd stolen elements of some flag he'd seen before...<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Knowledge (Local) check to see if he recalls the insignia from anything he's seen or heard around here:<br/>Knowledge (Local) (1d20 + 5): 20 + 5 = 25<br/><br/>Figures I'd get a Nat.20 on a <span style="font-style: italic">knowledge</span> roll rather than an attack.  <img alt=":lol:" src="./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" title="Laughing"/> Well, if it has any significance, Theron probably knows, if not, he really knows that it's totally madeup.</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>“Unless you wish to use those weapons, do as I said before and head below deck.”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"No, I plan on showing these bastards that you do<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>fuck with the ferry, thank you very much," Theron replied, headless of the fact that the pair had already run off to control the crowd. A plan quickly formed in his head, the raiders would surely have some ranged weapons - bows, if not firearms - to give their comrades cover as they boarded. If he could get to boat fast enough he could disable or supress them and riddle their boarding party with arrows as they tried to board. Maybe he could set down some caltrops to force them to injure themselves as they tried to get on board.<br/><br/>No time to think however, he had to MOVE. He had to-<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>It almost felt as if the world stopped turning for a moment as the ferry lurched to the left, causing many to struggle for footing as it swerved. However, it paled in comparison to the heavy thud that shook the hull a moment later, accompanied by the harsh tone of scratching metal.<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>"What the fu-" Theron started to say, feeling the floor shift radically beneath his feet and scrambling to stay upright as ferry swerved violently, thudding into something<span style="font-style: italic">hard</span>. What happened? He regained his footing, casting a glance about trying to figure out what the cause was. Theron grinned like a madman when he saw it; a capsized motorboat, much like the first one. It didn't take much to put two and two together on what had happened to it and what had caused it to become so disabled. Theron turned an eye towards the captain's cabin, giving a thumbs up in case the captain might see it.<br/><br/>He'd have to congratulate him personally on that later, if they all survived this. He'd just saved them quite some trouble, even if Theron wasn't sure by how much the pirates' numbers had been decreased.<br/><br/>"OKAY, anyone interested in giving these stupid fucks all the trouble they're asking for, FOLLOW ME. Everyone else GET BELOW DECK," Theron shouted out, slinging his bow over his shoulder once more and placing the arrow he'd pulled out away for a moment, waving his hands to try and attract some attention. He didn't wait too long for anyone to decide however, turning and pulling a vial of Alchemist's Fire from his belt, hurrying through the crowd to where he'd seen the hooks land.<br/><br/>If he could just get a good view and a clear trajectory to the boat he could<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>ruin their day. A fire would either force them to split their focus between attacking and extinguishing, or force them all to abandon their boat hastily. Either would decrease their effectiveness.