<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>The bridge/ Melded<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Mya, open<br/><br/><br/>The gunner on the pirate ship, as expected, hesitated, unwilling to trust for a moment that his eyes and instruments were suddenly reporting the same data, and that it was the truth. The raider's computer, however, did not require convincing and immediately started tracking the<em>Dame</em>.<br/><br/>Half a second later, even as she faded away again, and rolled to present her sturdiest profile to the enemy's guns<em>...clever, clever, Mya-chan...,</em>the gunner hooted, locked his guns to the computer's projected target path, and hit the firing stud.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Like a sensation of hunger, Kiyanee<em>feels</em>the sudden demand of the guns for power from the pile, and lots of it. Running along the nerves of the enemy ship, she catches that demand, poisons it with the same multiplying worm she used on the scanners. Suddenly, the raider's shipbrain believes<strong>every</strong>system aboard is calling for a ruinous overload. As it is designed to do, it pauses, tries to clarify and prioritize, but even as it does so, the calls for more power,<em> more</em>, MORE pile in through every channel.  To prevent damage to critical systems, the brain rejects all of them- in the process, cutting off everything aboard save a hard-wired bare minimum of life support.  While not dead, the cruiser is, for now, no longer a threat.  And can, should those above Keys decide, be easily murdered in her forced sleep.<br/><br/><em>...and so, the flood is deflected by the pebble. Barely. How else may I be of service, Ko'Shimai?...</em>