Hostage
(CLOSED RP W/ @angelfey)
“Stay in the corner, stay down, stay quiet,” Amador advised the huddled, frightened passengers. “You won’t be harmed if you co-operate.”
His men began loading crates into the airlock while he kept watch over the hostages, hefty rifle in hand. Though the vessel was small, it was a valuable target; an Alliance medical transport, full of pharmaceutical supplies and with minimal protection. The raider gang was set to make a substantial profit from this.
As the last crate was carried out, Amador heard the sound of a door sealing shut. He glanced away from the hostages to see his hirelings disappear aboard their ship, along with the cargo.
He made a dash towards the airlock, but it was too late. The raiders had obviously been planning this; the ship was disengaging from the Alliance transport. Amador slammed his fist on the window, watching helplessly as his ship engaged engines and pulled away, taking his crew and bounty with it.
“Shit,” he hissed, running across the cargo hold for the cockpit. “Stay where you are!” he barked at his hostages. “Anyone tries anything, I’ll vent the whole aft of the fucking transport.”
He burst into the cockpit and slammed the door lock behind him, sealing him away from the rest of the vessel. Holstering his weapon, Amador threw himself into the pilot’s chair and activated the thrusters. His mutinous crew were retreating fast, but he wasn’t about to let them go so easily. He gave chase.
