Alan fit the freshly ground metal piece into the lock’s gear system and gave it a turn as he press it in. The lower bow hold door clanked with the release of multiple internal secure bars before the door opened to the ship’s treasury. Inside were exotic spices, four sacks of multi-colored crystals, and boxes with alien writing on some kind of ashen hued parchment, their gear and 6 four-foot metal rods. Their victory in this task, like the bloody business above, was however short lived.
The ceiling hatch slamming shut was the indicator that the rebellion had been noticed. Lord Nevosa, his lieutenant and 4 Nior warriors were still up and intent on keeping their vessel. The chief son’s restrained tones offered freedom to those that surrendered. He claimed another vessel had responded to their distress call and was en route. His offer was of course denied. The bellow pipe being plugged on the bridge level was a quiet declaration of war. Alan, Squeezil, Jerrith and a squad each of Shi’Ator and Ueppaah captives prepared their escape.
While the broken slaves were moved to the lower bow hold, Alan hatched a plan to redirect the major current of the generator through the ships metallic hull to disrupt the bridge. Half an hour later all the preparations were made and the conduit lowered to the deck. Some Shi’Ator were not in a safe enough area in the lower hold and suffered the consequences, but there was no indication that command was affected. Power distribution was though, as the lanterns of the skimma winked out.
The blue glow of the generator was enough to jury rig a way, at the risk of crippling the vessel further. Two similar charge conduits were affixed to the hatch to blow it off its recessed hinges. A loud scream from the routers caused by such an energy drain preceded a sudden 45-degree tilt to port. Muffled shouts from above let them know their captors were still about. Jerrith, Koviannos and Squeezil backed by several Shi’Ator ascend to the midnight black quarterdeck.

Struggling to keep footing in the vertigo of the slanted floor, Koviannos volunteered to lead the way letting his psionic sense guide them.
From above on the starboard side solidly struck the gray alien whom collapsed. Distant scuffles let them know there was something at the far end of the level. A quick flash and loud report confirmed this as molten tungsten plug struck the gray being solidly, the frail frame collapsed with the wound. The security officer moved to shield Koviannos, spraying blindly from his carbine to keep the dark sighted threats at bay. He took a grazing shot of the burning metal for his trouble. Squeezil, keen sighted and still unnoticed, found the crank to raise the deck’s metal shutters and began cranking with all the strength her small frame could muster.
To get a better vantage Jerrith hung from a nearby doorway returning fire blindly. The Nior wasn’t hindered by the darkness, but the dim red light from the now opened shutters. A clear target profile was all the survivalist needed to end that threat. From the elevated starboard corridor, a second Nior aimed at the human below. Gorus the Shi’Ator commander spotted this and with a mighty leap tackled the second warrior - his superior skill making quick work of the remaining threat.
Kovianos was bandaged, but his biology was unfathomable compared to any Jerrith had seen. Squee could just make out a speck on the horizon slowly approaching. The next hatch to main deck was also barred, and although Alan cut eventually cut through it with his tools, would it be fast enough? A drastic measure had to be taken. The ferret secured a rope to herself and climbed out of the high side to get to the top.
A Nior lay in ambush above the hatch with the thick blade of his darglaive ready to split the first head that emerged from the now sizzling hatch. Another was further down the deck in a prone position taking aim for the first newcomer. Hiding amongst cooling pipes not a yard from the waiting warrior, she steeled herself for what must be done.
With a massive thrust she threw all of her 8 lb body into the first latch and slid it open. The Nior chopped furiously at her but was taken by surprise. With effort she opened the second hatch and Jerrith sprung out join the fray. Shots ringing out spurred him to deal with the shooter and leave the first Nior to Gorus. A deck below, Alan rerouted the cooling hoses into the bellow pipe and called for parley - only to scald some enemy respondent on the bridge with a blast of steam. Jerrith took another shot before kneeling for a better shot, while the Shi’Ator commander threw the first over the side. The captain lost footing while moving to aid his human ally, but was luckily caught by Lord Delor of the Ueppah - his previous enemy.
The shooter was sprayed with lead until he succumbed. Nevosa and Lt. Margonar were still nowhere in sight. The four rebels on the top deck did see the slowly approaching ship nearly now in docking range. Several shadowing figures seemed to disembark from the alien vessel - unlike the Nior’s in design - and glide towards them.
The rest of the Jovian Saga
