Commander Crone

Crone looks up briefly from the myriad consoles and holo displays, "Good hunting Father. Stay in tough." he says to the venerated priest as he and Rendara head to the transport tubes.

Turning back to the display he bellows into the internal biz systems. "Bridge to starboard gun decks, fire, fire you miserable scum or you'll be sucking vacuum when those pirate bastards start firing back "

Cursing the gun crews he keys the command baton to slave gunnery command to his post. "Throne damn it. I'll do it myself. " Turning the guns to manual he programs the firing solution as they cross the rear of the pirate ship and watches as the macrocannons let loose, hoping the crews will reload the massive beasts

OOC
Fire on nearest pirate ship
(1d100)[82] TN 63 + any other bonuses
Dam (1d10+3)[6] (1d10+3)[13](1d10+3)[6](1d10+3)[8] -as needed. If 5 DoS then crit (1d5)[3]