Aboard RNS Dutertre, Leeds, 1855 Gallia Standard Time
With Dumont's orders, it started. Blaster shots everywhere, burns, the smell of ozone, screams, more blaster shots. It was kind of chaotic but at the same time organized for one side which was Dumont's due to most of the marines being on his side. He opened his Communicator and yelled at helm officer. "Helm, what is the status on the bridge" and then he remembered marines probably EMP ed the ship with grenades already. Just a second later statics from Communicator confirmed that. Luckily Dumont had marines next to him fighting remaining Belkhodja's crew. After the last one in the vicinity fell, Dumont yelled at nearest marine. "Gather at least haft dozen men and meet me at stairs leading to Bridge. We are going to check in." "Sir, we are gathering right now but i suggest getting at least 12 men because of Captain's brutes. They are a hardy lot." "So be it, Lieutenant Dechamp, gather a dozen and meet me there." he looked at two marines unrelated from the group he ordered. "You two, coming with me" He passed the engine room, then the crew decks and lastly he passed through the Armory. Thanks to his physical training he beaten down two unarmed crew member before they could reach any weapons. Dumont told one marine to guard Armory just in case of and meanwhile EMP's effects wore off at lower decks. Systems cracked and buzzed and communicators beeped all over the decks, however he still could not reach bridge. After some moments of trying to establish communication he saw the marines coming to him. 13 of them armed with fully loaded rifles and some had unused EMP grenades. "Good to see you people, lets move out." "Yes, sir!" As they were about to climb the stairs, they saw Captain's Guard Commander, Arnold. "Bonjour, Arnold, were you going somewhere?" "Yes, Captain lost contact with the ship entirely, he believes we are being boarded, what the hell are you doing here, Dumont?" He drawn his pistol and aimed at Arnold. "Just ensuring your death, monsieur Arnold." "You filthy Galli-..." A shot was fired and Arnold was no more. He let a grin go out, imagining Captain's reaction and unbenknowistness. Dumont and Marines moved to the bridge. When they made it to bridge they saw Captain's door sealed and rest of bridge staff's faces as White as stone. "Alright, now i want you guys to tell me Captain's position, his guards and all that included." He drawn his second pistol and aimed randomly around. "SPEAK, NOW!"
