<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e2/64/0c/e2640cf973ac6b6a975a3eef4b02b138.jpg)</div><strong>Meera Shatterstar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299038.msg14627319#msg14627319)</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12 / 27<strong>Armor Class:</strong>17<strong>Touch Armor Class:</strong>13<strong>Flat Footed Armor Class:</strong>14<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129501)<br/><strong>Speed:</strong>30ft<strong>CMD:</strong>19<strong>Saving Throws:</strong>Fort +5; Ref +3; Will +1<br/><strong>Raging:</strong>No<strong>Rage Rounds Left:</strong>10 / 11<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybooty<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Meera expected a lot of things. She expected Viola to buckle. She expected Viola to perhaps pull the trigger and start something. She expected Rovana to hear the kerfuffle and come and investigate - which, of course, she did! - and she expected pretty much everybody currently on board to gun for the First Mate position (which of course, they did)...what she<em>didn't</em>expect was for Sleak to be so stupid as to try and out-muscle her. She reached for her new cock first - which was met with a firm brushing off with her hand, swatting it away before she could get a good grip on it; it was obviously sensitive, and she didn't want anybody touching it without some kind of warning to her first; it was a weak point, if how the men had reacted when she'd booted them in it was anything to go by, and should be defended as such - and then surprised Meera with a hearty, disrespectful<em>slap</em>across the face. Of course, Meera being Meera, the slap hardly moved her face at all, maybe making her chin move a fraction of an inch to one side...but what shocked her more was the fact that the tingling in her cheek, the spreading pins and needles of fresh contact, actually sent a slight shiver of satisfaction through her, shooting down her spine and into her loins. Good Gods Above, that felt good! She gave a feral grin, a glint of something<em>extra</em>sparkling in her eyes.<br/><br/>She lifted her arm up and batted away the second attempt, only<em>barely</em>stopping herself from retaliating with a full-armed punch of her own. Rovana was there, watching to see who was ready to be in charge. With some effort - helped a little by lingering fatigue - she restrained herself, offering a wide, condescending grin instead.<strong>"Oh, please!"</strong>She laughed in Sleak's face.<strong>"Y' call that a slap? I've had worse kicks from lambs in th' paddock!"</strong>She chuckled derisively.<strong>"'Sides, anybody who needs t' use violence t' get respect from th' crew ain' worthy of any in th' firs' place. You ain't fit to shine my cock, let alone be Firs' Mate!"</strong>She snorted, taking a couple of steps backwards and turning to face the debacle that was going on with Naomi, a wry grin on her face...though she kept half an eye on Sleak, just in case. She was gonna be a firecracker, that was for certain. But really, what Rovana was looking for was somebody who could take charge, who knew what to do, who could direct traffic and solve problems. And honestly...she'd gotten into a similar pickle back on the farm. She didn't like to admit it, but those ropes they used for harnessing the animals, and the nets they used for fishing? They got...tangley.<br/><br/>She let out a soft sigh.<strong>"Oh, Naomi. Wha'ever are we gonna do wit' you, eh lass?"</strong>She chuckled, then glanced at Ylria.<strong>"Don' be makin' things worse, eh? Y've obviously got experience with knots. Try'n find a loop that wiggles a little, yeah? Then twist the ropes outward, y'see, like against the grain, wigglin' it back 'n forth, then try'n feed the rope back through th' loop. Tha' should loosen th' tangle."</strong>She rubbed her chin idly, giving a slight frown. If the ropes were really all that tough and knotted...well, they'd have to employ some bigger and better tactics. They could cut the rigging, so...they'd have to do it the hard way.<strong>"Seak, stop runnin' y'r jaw for five sec'nds 'n cut the fuckin' bluster. Y' can puff hot air when the lass is down from there. We just stole a ship, right? We need t' make sure there're no stowaways or nasty surprises, right? Go down below decks wit' th' cap'n 'n sweep th' decks for crewmates who were sleepin' instead'a drinkin'."</strong>She looked at Viola, lifting an eyebrow.<strong>"If y're done wavin' y'r toy about like 'n insecure l'il teenager havin' a tantrum, y' can help Seak sweep th' decks. 'N next time either've ya decide to raise a fist t' me, y're both goin' overboard, y'hear?"</strong>She reached back into her pouch, pulling out her Anytool.<strong>"If th' rope 's still all tangled 'n shit, I gots me an Anytool here. We c'n use a hammer t' loosen up th' knots, 'n a screwdriver to pick at th' loops."</strong>She glanced around at the standing crew, frowning in irritation.<strong>"Well get movin', ya Scurvy Bilgerats, we c'n bicker 'n Hatefuck later when our crewmate is rightside up again, eh? Go go go, y' useless pack'a Pixiemites!"</strong>She scowled as she approached the knots that held Naomi airborne, giving her a sly wink.<strong>"If this works, y' owe me a night, eh?"</strong>She chuckled to herself softly. This crew was certainly...entertaining, she'd say that much!