Close in to the triangle man ship. Then open fiah
(2)(+1[tactics/intelligence]) You begin to open fire on the Traingleman vessel, however you didn't manage to do much besides knock out most of their weapons systems, at this rate, it may take a while.
Go through my ship's roster and rate people 1 through 10 on how likely they are to need to be airlocked, with my first mate being a 10 and myself being a 1 for the basis of comparison. Then order the crew to find a weak ship to pillage and pay attention to everyone's reactions, especially those rated at least a 6. The buggers.
Well, looking through the various monitors, you can see that the engineering boys are throttling each other with their new tentacles. That's about a 9. Everything looks alright in navigation except that Olon is asleep at his post aga- Oh wait, he's dead. You rate the nav crew a 6, just to be safe. Urist is in the hallway trying to lift up the floor panels with raw and bloody fingers, that probably constitutes a 7. The boys in the crew's quarters look OK, except that one of them has sprouted a third arm and doesn't seem to notice. You give them a 4. The boys in the cargo hold are... Where are they? What was that? Why did the cargo hold cameras just go dark? You're guessing the cargo hold crew is a 10, but you're not quite sure how you're going to keep an eye on them if you can't see them.
You spot a small transport ship in the distance, but before you can tell the crew to disable the engines and climb aboard, they open fire and the ship is destroyed. You watch with disappointment as you watch the occupants' luggage, blown open by the decompression, sail off towards the sun.
Take stock of crew aboard New Moscow.
There are a lot of people aboard the station. As far as you know, there are over 600 people living aboard the station, and that's not counting the tourists. So far, 25 workers have joined your cause, and it's a long way to the Tsar's palatial quarters, filled with guards and security measures. However, the guards are changing shifts in 5 minutes, so now would be the best time to strike.
Grunt sourly and go back to sleep, unless the ship gets down to the point that I have to hitch on the opposing side I'm not bothering with the effort of getting out of bed.
You grumble and settle back down in your cargo crate. Another explosion tips the crate over and you come tumbling out, this isn't a very good wake-up call.