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[ video + action ] toot toot time for that religious guy to chime in
[ WHISTLE WHILE YOU WORK or not because Hotspur is way too worried for his mortal soul to be whistling right now. With the sleeves of his jumpsuit pushed all the way up to his biceps he wields an angle grinder in one hand and a roughly-sawn (or roughly-angle grinded, as the case may be) length of iron in the other. He flexes the arm with the metal in his hand, showing the bright grey serrations where the angle-grinder has sliced through the bar exposing fresh, raw metal beneath. ]
[ He's never been a particulary quiet man when it comes to talking - Hotspur's got the kind of voice that's been perfected over the generations via military parents and grandparents bawling at recruits on parade grounds and putting the fear of the Gods in to the enemies on battlefields - but now he sounds worried and hoarse. ]
Get to a purple elevator and head down to the shuttles if you need a place to hide out. There's freshly-cut iron all over the place down here, and plenty of it...
[ He twists the comms device to cast the video feed over the bank of purple elevators that mark the entrance to the cargo bay and shuttle decks. Stretched across the doors of each elevator is a mesh of iron chains - liberated from their usual employment as cargo nets - broad and loose enough to allow access if you haven't recently picked up an demonic aversion to iron, but otherwise blocking access for any of the possessed. Off-screen Hotspur sounds a little uncertain as he adds: ]
I'm reckoning that should do the trick. Right?
[ Casting the angle-grinder aside with a noisy off-screen clatter Hotspur takes his comms device with him as he parts a swathe of iron chains and enters a waiting lift. Personally, he's not going to stick around in the cargo bays whilst there are imperiled souls needing a morally good bloke with a stick of metal and a blisteringly earnest belief in the existence of the Old Gods of Earth to lend a hand. Providing a safe space to fall back to was a good start, but Hotspur's already starting to warm to the idea of hitting something ~in the name of goodness~ or whatever... and he hopes other people are too. ]
Starbuck, you around? Grab something big and iron-y and meet me by the purple elevator in passenger deck zero-zero-one.
[ End feed. ]
[ OOC: FOR THE RECORD he totally realises that telling people to take purple elevators to safety will make any purple lift a bit of an easy target SOoooo he is going to be defending the purple lift leading from passenger deck 001 until he gets any other bright ideas! ]
[ He's never been a particulary quiet man when it comes to talking - Hotspur's got the kind of voice that's been perfected over the generations via military parents and grandparents bawling at recruits on parade grounds and putting the fear of the Gods in to the enemies on battlefields - but now he sounds worried and hoarse. ]
Get to a purple elevator and head down to the shuttles if you need a place to hide out. There's freshly-cut iron all over the place down here, and plenty of it...
[ He twists the comms device to cast the video feed over the bank of purple elevators that mark the entrance to the cargo bay and shuttle decks. Stretched across the doors of each elevator is a mesh of iron chains - liberated from their usual employment as cargo nets - broad and loose enough to allow access if you haven't recently picked up an demonic aversion to iron, but otherwise blocking access for any of the possessed. Off-screen Hotspur sounds a little uncertain as he adds: ]
I'm reckoning that should do the trick. Right?
[ Casting the angle-grinder aside with a noisy off-screen clatter Hotspur takes his comms device with him as he parts a swathe of iron chains and enters a waiting lift. Personally, he's not going to stick around in the cargo bays whilst there are imperiled souls needing a morally good bloke with a stick of metal and a blisteringly earnest belief in the existence of the Old Gods of Earth to lend a hand. Providing a safe space to fall back to was a good start, but Hotspur's already starting to warm to the idea of hitting something ~in the name of goodness~ or whatever... and he hopes other people are too. ]
Starbuck, you around? Grab something big and iron-y and meet me by the purple elevator in passenger deck zero-zero-one.
[ End feed. ]
[ OOC: FOR THE RECORD he totally realises that telling people to take purple elevators to safety will make any purple lift a bit of an easy target SOoooo he is going to be defending the purple lift leading from passenger deck 001 until he gets any other bright ideas! ]