[ The ship is, quite literally, falling apart around them. Jim had been helping a fellow crewman, whose arm was slung over one of his shoulders as he took the brunt of their weight, in order to get them through the next set of semi-barricaded doors. Come on, I've got you. We've got to get you to the pods. He's only just relinquished his hold on them, passing them through to waiting hands of the other people in the group, when he hears the exclamation that another monster is closing in on their position.
Jim is about to sling his phase-rifle off one shoulder when he sees Venom step in for the strike. He doesn't hesitate to help, trusting that Venom can handle himself, and moves to where another person is hiding away from the fighting. They don't want to move at first, but he manages to get them up, and through the door. He tells them to keep going down that corridor until they reach pods to egress, or the cargo bay.
Only then does he bring his rifle around at the ready. His bangs are down towards his eyes, hair matted from sweat and blood of both is own and monsters. He got a claw to the scalp earlier, and its darkening his usual blond hair, and staining his collar. He's not worried because those sorts of injuries always bleed a lot. His uniform is ripped at the right shoulder, there's a cut high on one cheek, and his knuckles are red and busted in places from hand to hand. ]
We're back to sir? I thought I told you to call me Jim.
[ You're not going to pull that Guild leader mode on him, Venom. Even if Jim has fallen back on his training as a captain, and getting everyone else off the ship first. ]
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Jim is about to sling his phase-rifle off one shoulder when he sees Venom step in for the strike. He doesn't hesitate to help, trusting that Venom can handle himself, and moves to where another person is hiding away from the fighting. They don't want to move at first, but he manages to get them up, and through the door. He tells them to keep going down that corridor until they reach pods to egress, or the cargo bay.
Only then does he bring his rifle around at the ready. His bangs are down towards his eyes, hair matted from sweat and blood of both is own and monsters. He got a claw to the scalp earlier, and its darkening his usual blond hair, and staining his collar. He's not worried because those sorts of injuries always bleed a lot. His uniform is ripped at the right shoulder, there's a cut high on one cheek, and his knuckles are red and busted in places from hand to hand. ]
We're back to sir? I thought I told you to call me Jim.
[ You're not going to pull that Guild leader mode on him, Venom. Even if Jim has fallen back on his training as a captain, and getting everyone else off the ship first. ]
And I'm fine. How are you two holding up?