Crone

Looking at the smashed gunnery control station Crone kicked the command chair for that section across the room in frustration and keyed the microbead. "Xantha, this is the Crone. I'm on the bridge but we've lost bridge control of the guns. Houlder said you're down by the guns. Get those throne cursed starboard cannos firing whilst we have a raider in our arc!"

Heading back to the helm he twists the joysticks trying to adjust heading to keep the ancient galleon out of the raider's firing arcs whilst keeping his own guns trained on her.


OOC
Adjust spead and bearing and as requried (1d100)[96] TN 72 +5 Man = 77