Jöran walked the deck of the Skyforge, yelling commands to his crew, which they would accept. He looked up to the lookout, Agrafena, "How you doin' up there Agra? See anything?" Jöran yelled up to her. "I've been terrible since the moment I stepped on this flying piece of shit! But I do see something off in the distance! Looks like a ship!" She yelled down. Jöran looked out into the distance, seeing a ship flying towards them, flying the octoling flag. "Oh shit! That's octoling! Sail ho!" She yelled, "Quick! Everyone to your stations! Load the guns! Octoling ship!" Jöran yelled, running back to his chair, grabbing the wheel and flying the ship into the right battle position. Once the octoling ship came close, the Skyforge started firing.
YEVGENIYA POV
I ran down the hall of the lil' Miss, Yup, that's how we name our ships here, fucking dumb, if I had the choice, I would have named it the twenty first pilot after that human band CD we discovered. My thoughts were interrupted by a cannon hit to my right, breaking through the metal armor and the wood wall. I almost fell out but I righted myself and kept running, why was I running? Maybe because of the giant fire in the weapons room that had the weapons in and if they caught fire the whole ship would explode and I had the only fire extinguisher on the ship. Maybe they should have put less money into hiring eight year old's to name the ship and more into fire extinguishers we wouldn't have this problem. I finally reached the door of the weapons room, opening it. The fire was huge, I took off the pin of the fire extinguisher and started firing at it. In a few minutes the fire had become much smaller, but the fire extinguisher was empty. See, this is why we need more fire extinguishers.
I ran up the stairs and out onto the deck, a death wish in a fight like this, but I avoided the cannon shots and ducked into the captains quarters, why? He's got a sink, I grabbed a bag and filled it up, zipped up the bag, and ran out onto the deck, I avoided looking at the corpse of one of my crew mates and went bag down the stairs. Nothing bad could of happened in the time it took to get the bag, right? Wrong. Huge fucking fire all over half of the ship. Guess the inklings were peppering us with incendiary rounds. What a fucking day. Oh yeah, that reminds me, huge fucking fire in the weapons room, how have they not exploded yet? They're going to explode soon, I know it, I dump the water onto the fire, some of it being doused, but more fire just filling up its place. I drop the bag and run for the other side of the ship, biggest chance of survival if the weapons room explodes. I heard the captain yelling from the deck, "Somebody get the power back up!" Well, all of the crew mates except me are most likely dead, so. Guess I should go do that.
Welp, I'm in the power room, one problem, I have no fucking idea how to work it. I push the dead body of one of my crew mates off of the controls, the screen was cracked and also had a lot of blood marks on it, probably from that dead guy, I looked over to him, his face had a huge hole in the middle, like if somebody hit him in the face with a jackhammer . I resisted the urge to puke and returned my attention to the controls. Okay, multiple warnings about low power, a lot about the fire, and one about how the weapons room could not take another hit or it would explode. Fucking great. I duck down and look under the panel, grabbing a screwdriver out of that dead guys belt and unscrewing a panel. The panel came off and revealed a bunch of wires, please be an obvious problem, please be an obvious problem. I kept repeating in my head, well what do you know, not an obvious problem, thought it would just be something in the wrong place and there would be like different colored connectors and it would be like an easy ten piece puzzle. Nope, first off, not ten pieces, probably fifty or so. And there were no colored connectors. They should really teach everybody how to do this. Okay, it works in the movies, please work now, I reached into the controls and ripped out the wires.
Didn't work, turns out that ripping out the wires doesn't fix it, just worsens the problem, now we have no power. And the weapons room is about to explode.A cannon hit to our ship bounces me into the air slightly, hitting my head against the panel, I crawl out from under the panel and get up. This is the worst case scenario, I was interrupted by a cannon shot and a loud explosion, the ship rotating, I fell to my side, the rotating didn't stop, making me roll until I was on the ceiling. Our ship was leaning. Or at least my half was. The other half exploded. The captain's probably dead, and so is most of the crew, the controls slid down the wall, almost crushing me against them. I got up, wiping the sweat off of my forehead with my sleeve, shocked at how a ton of blood was splattered on it. Probably from when I hit the controls. I was really fucking worried. The ship was rotating, my left arm was beat up from my fall, the ship was probably about to crash, and my forehead was bleeding, I tried climbing up to reach the door. But slid down after running up a bit, hitting my back hard against the wall. The ship started rotating again, sending me somersaulting backwards across the wall. The ship stopped in the right place, fucking finally, I ran for the door, not wanting to be in here any longer.
I looked outside at the ship, it was in the right place, stopped rotating finally. No fire was on it, but it split halfway through. Damn inklings. I looked outside for the reason we stopped rotating, the inklings had grappled my part. Fucking great, now I was going to be brought to Inkopolis, have the public throw tomatoes at me, and then be publicly executed, this just wasn't my day was it?