((Oh hell I am so sorry! 
I thought I had posted days ago. Thanks la.))
"Shit on a stick!" Scoot's eyes were locked on the monitor and his hand was locked in a white-knuckle grip around the control stick as he forced the ship as fast as he could get it to go. "Thing's bloody fast!"
At least it seem to be a bit off-balance, now. It was probably time to press the advantage...
"I'll show you pressin' a bloody advantage," Scoot growled at his inner voice before taking a two-handed grip on the control stick.
>Keep the ship going as straight as possible for speed!
>The whale is flying somewhat unsteadily now, so rather than jinking left and right to follow each of its erratic turns, just keep following its overall heading, keeping it within weapons range but avoiding unnecessary turns that would slow us down.
Piloting:1
Propulsion:3
Whale:2
You keep the Blue Damn Fury straight, but instead of accelerating after the whale the ship suddenly cuts its engines, coasting to a relative stop. You look at the controls in confusion. "Oi. The hell is wrong with this thing?" You look closer at the control stick you just pulled. "What the? What in the stinkin' blazes of Uranus is an
emergency brake even doing here?"
You look out the monitors, fully expecting to not see the whale any longer. Oh wait, there it is. In its tumbling motions, it managed to hop into a different stream and is now actually closer to you than before. "Huh. I guess that works."
Feel The heat!
DESTROY THE ICE, I WILL TEACH IT TO MESS WITH ME!
Str:3
Tou:3
You press against the frozen suit and hear it cracking, your limbs starting to move. You also notice telltale signs of rapid decompression in your exposed areas, and even though the atmosphere beyond is no vacuum, it's possibly worse because it's freaking cold. Your legs are becoming numb, and it's starting to get harder to breathe.
Then suddenly there's an even louder
crraack as something unceremoniously shoves you in the back, and your suit breaks apart completely. You panic for a second, but there's a loud
clang and the surroundings fill with warm, breathable air. You still can't see sh!t because of your crystallized visor, but you get the distinct feeling that you're upside down in a very cramped space.
"Hmm... I have an idea."
Lime calls the jackbot struggling with Bruce to him, and tries to reprogram it to cut people out of ice.
((How about this?))
Tech:11
You pull the jackbot aside and pop the maintenance panel in its back. Hitting the tiny keyboard buttons with your suit's clumsy fingers is somewhat difficult, but you manage to add a few new instructions to the bot's behavior AI pertaining to helping people trapped in ice. You'll have to wait until the bot does something to see if it worked, though.
Hearing the "Crack" of something frozen getting moved, Jak looks at the deck. "Oh, Jesus!" He says, as he jumps out of his chair.
Save Dr. Bruce.
Agi:8
Str:6
You notice what appears to be an ice-covered humanoid shape stuck upside-down into the small airlock hatch of the Comms section, venting immediately condensing air into the ammonia atmosphere, and leap to the rescue. Literally, disregarding all safety regulations, you leap out of your turret, clearing most of the deck's length in a single bound due to the decreased gravity, and are on top of the rapidly de-gassing Dr.Bruce in moments. Not bothering with too much subtlety, you give the stuck human popsicle a mighty shove with your armored boot, breaking what remains of the crystallized suit but succeeding in making the good Doctor enter the airlock whole. The outer hatch automatically closes.
Head for med bay to prep for Dr.Bruce's thawing.
You leave the turret and climb back into the ship. Upon taking your helmet off and heading to the medbay, you suddenly realize that the ship has no such thing as a designated medbay. There are the tech passages and the meager living quarters, but it seems the previous owners of the ship didn't bother with advanced medical equipment. You shake your head apprehensively.
”Euh… SOUND THE ALARM! BOARDE- oh, wait, hello! I say. Here, have this instead. Thanks though, awfully kind of you. Wait until you see the… whites? Of his… tentacles? Damn it, just stab the bloody thing – watch and learn, my boy, watch and- oh, crikey, is that Bruce clogging up the airlock? Blockage ahoy! Here, I think you've ruined a perfectly good suit there... Let me give you a good stamp!”
Try and get the jackbot to give my gun back – he can have my least good harpoon if he wants: it has little to no sentimental value. Then, if we close with the whale, harpoon the damn thing. If we don’t close with the whale, aid the jackbot trying to shove Bruce through the airlock, using stomping if necessary.
Str:5
Jackbot Str:4
Not without difficulty, you take back your favorite gun and give the bot one of your harpoons instead. This done, you look around. Bruce seems to have been shoved through just fine, in your preferred stomping manner, and while the whale is closer it's still not close enough to stab. You start to think that your pilot might need some help steering, because he doesn't seem to be doing a good enough job of it alone.
The whale seems to finally snap out of its dizziness spell and redoubles its efforts to get away from the Fury, jumping into a turbulent cross-stream going sideways from its previous direction. It seems quite hell-bent on making you people leave it alone.
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