The other ship didn't exactly hail back, but a crackling static came through in response.

"Get me up!" Margret shouted. "We're fucked if you have to handle this solo."

Gabriel nodded, and turned his arm back. Aiming carefully, he quickly melted away the cuffs holding his partner on the table. He armed the weapons systems, or what remained

Margret jerked her hands back from the intensely hot beam, but other than some painful burns which would heal in a couple days, she was fine. Hurrying into the cockpit and sitting down next to Gabriel with a slight crinkle, she said, "I'm still gonna kick your ass for earlier," as she started tracking the other ships movements. "They're closing fast, I don't think we can pull away fast enough. We should get our armor on."

Gabriel quickly got up from the seat. Sprinting to their quarters,mhe hastily fastened on is armor, then brought Margaret her armor. He made sure his weapons were fully loaded, just I case, and Vigilance was at his back.

(Let's have a little fun here, m'kay?)

"Ship's closing in fast, take the controls," Margret said, standing and taking her armor. Stripping off the remains of the jumpsuit, so the only thing left clothing her was the snugly taped diaper, she knelt to pull on her armor when the ship was jostled by a collision and she was sent tumbling. Before she could get back to the armor, then, the two ships came into contact and a hole was blown into their hull.

"We're being boarded!" Margret shouted, as the first of what would likely be quite a few mutated soldiers dropped in through the hole, readjusting to the different artificial gravity.

"Get off our ship star turds!" Gabriel said, firing his meltagun at the first batch. The hot,searing beams left two of the two badly charred, while two more were incinerate. He ducked behind a wall as shots rang past his head.

Feeling a little vulnerable in her current apparel, Margret felt adrenaline rushing into her body as a wave of energy rolled through her... Just as her nether regions decided it was the perfect time to clean out. Before she could duck for cover, Margret found herself crouching a bit, like a toddler, filling the backseat of the diaper with a similar load to before. Her bladder gave in too, soaking the diaper further and making it squish, but despite her orders to get moving her body refused until she was done, which left her in a rather compromising position as another cultist soldier dropped down, smirking as he approached her with a pistol raised.

She only dodged just in time, hopping to the side and raising a kick to collide with the man's chin. It connected and there was a breaking sound as he was thrown backward, but her balance was a bit off and she slipped, landing with a squelchy 'thud' on the seat of the diaper. "Dammit!" She yelled. "I need my gun! Cover fire!"

"On it Marg!" Gabriel grinned, as two more bots sailed oast him, one sailed within inches from his face. He relaxed his full bladder, and continued. His melta beams and bolts met their shits. He managed to get one cultist in the groin,mchuckiling as his lower body was slowly, and painfully,vaporize. Two cultists took bolts to the shoulder and right hand,respectively.