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[Catastrophy]

It took Zar a couple of seconds to figure out the situation.
There was this glowing light in front of him, he noticed that he was zipped up in his suit and locked his helmet. He faintly remembered something about an escape pod and getting stomped in a scrum during the last match.
And an impression of Vida being tied up and trying to wind out of her shackles, sweating all over her limber...
It appeared to him that he must have received quite a knock to his head, if he now began thinking about strange things. Looking at the time he realized he must have passed out for a couple of seconds. The fleet would have been on alert by now, finding out about him having snatched the pod and detecting the collision. It wouldn't take long for a commando to come and retrieve the pod - he had to hurry now and get out and find a way into the Banduk, the ship he just hit with the escape capsule.

Getting out wouldn't be difficult. It wasn't neccessary to use the hatch as the frontal part had been completely torn away. From his seat he could see the open space and some details of the hull he had struck. He slipped out of the seat and manouvered over to his gear.
He had already received some official zero-g training but nothing could beat the experience he won from the countless gravball matches he had played in. He grabbed the his rucksack, slipped out of the wrecked escape pod and made a leap over to the Banduk's hull, latching onto the hull firmly with his magnetic boots.
He gazed around. The pod was ruined with debris orbiting around the scene. The light of the system's sun had a reddish tint - he had no clue where they were in the galaxy. He began to wonder what he would actually do after today's adventure. All he could think of was something about running away from the angry people that were surely about to close in on him.
The impact of the pod had barely scratched the Banduk's hull. He was standing on the port side of the ship, not far away from the aft section and there should be a hatch or accesspoint near the engine room.
He lifted a foot when the ship suddenly spun around. Something or someone had decided to change the course. He better found an entrance quickly before the ship kicked in the boosters and shook him off its hull.
Hurrying across the hull he noticed a small hatch near the port thruster and he decided to try his luck here. The thermal lance was quickly whipped out of the rucksack and as Zar fiddled around with the controls he felt the ship gaining momentum. He looked up and could see a couple of streaks of light and exhaust gases converging on him. The fleet patrol was closing in, but the Banduk, still manouvering seemed to set a course to flee them.

He opened the valve and pressed the "ignite" button. A blinding light flashed up from the muzzle but there was almost no recoil. He cut along the edges of the hatch and quickly figured out the amount of time needed to burn through the material: A successful cut was announced by a silent geyser of gas springing from the holes he had punched. He had hit a pressurized room - probably a good sign.
He continued his work and stood aside a little so the hatch blowing off wouldn't hit him.
One last cut and hatch, steam and some electric parts hurled themselves from the hull out into the recesses of space. The geyser of gases quickly died down and he could look into a dark gaping wound. Stowing away the thermal lance he made ready to enter the ship.

[Catastrophy]

Our hero has already committed a number of follies by now - again we can blame the females for it. And the male senses of "Oi, I got this!", too, of course.

Now, what would he encounter in this unknown ship? Will the things he's gonna see ultimately quell his hormone induced love-blindedness (he would NEVAR admit) or will we witness pure Krogan rage?

[Ziegrif]

:3

Metal Gear Krogan.
Tactical Rage Action.

This'll be fun. ^^