<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/bd/6d/48/bd6d489c542c479491006f30bb1efb60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kiyanee<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Melded and feeling peevish.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>open<br/><br/><em>...this one does not care to die today...</em><br/><br/>The boojum hadn't distracted the other ship as much as Keys had hoped and, now that their sensors were in targeting mode, there is no way to lock them out entirely. But, perversely, it makes it much easier to spoof them.<br/><br/>Dropping in a simple multiplicative-curve splice (stolen, in fact, from a banking system on a long-ago job), Kiyanne chuckles as Spiteful Crow's weapons systems and other sensors report first four, then eight, then<strong>sixteen</strong>ships in the space around of them, all firing. A quick distortion algorithm guarantees the weapons officer on the other ship will die of old age before he finds his original target again.<br/><br/>The trick, of course, has no effect on the men drifting with evil intent towards the<em>Dame</em>with evil intent. They will require more direct action.<br/><br/>Kiyanee's vision splits, into two, then four as she Melds into the drones.<em>Steel Butterfly</em>FLEEPs, spins on its (arbitrary) vertical axis, and floats rapidly back towards the hole in the raider's hull through which they all entered.<em>Dragon Fan</em>zooms from the airlock and once again attaches itself to the rogue escape pod, vampire-bat like and, using it as a shield, begins to drive towards the boarders. The shape and mass of the pod should confuse them, and hide the fact there is a weapons platform bearing down on them. At 'three' and 'six' o'clock around the ship (again, arbitrary, especially with<em>Dame </em>rolling and dodging like a wild riding beast),<em>Spear of Heaven</em>and<em>Kung Fu Panda </em>flicker awake, release their clamps, and prepare to move.<br/><br/>It likely will cost them<em>Fan,</em>but if Keys is allowed a moment to complete her evolution, she will be able to catch the boarders in a 3-pronged crossfire. None of the drones is currently equipped for extensive combat, and they all have limited ammunition. But no one concentrates on capturing a ship when he is losing air through the hole in his armor where his legs used to be...