A few moments before Amaru started her carnage, we focused on Tyson and Nyxa see Amaru skating away on the ceiling as she turned the corner.
"Well, she will toy a bit until the bloodlust hits." He stood up fully now and gestured towards Nyxa and she accepted his offering.
"Let's go, we are going to commandeer this ship under KPH service." Tyson gave a smirk while raising one brow up.
"Alright, Mr. McClaren." She simply said
They ran towards the right rather than the left where Amaru took towards and you part heard the Amaru met Jackie Jack!
As they ran towards the ship's control room, as they arrived they saw massive panicked ship crews rushing. Total defcon 1 levels!
"WHAT YOU MEAN WE LOST NUMBERS!"
"YES! I SAW THE SCREEN! THEY WERE BLINKING GREEN AND THEY JUST TURN RED! THEY ENTERED AND DEAD!"
"DEAR LORD, WHAT ABOUT COMMANDO WOLFS SQUADE!"
"THEY WERE THE BLINKING GREEN SQUAD THAT TURN RED IN A SNAP!"
"AAAAAGHHH!"
Tyson and Nyxa exchanged a look like two adults who had just opened a teenager's bedroom door and caught them, hands busy, watching the Devil's Tango on full volume.
Tyson rub his chin and he gaze around the chaos around the control room until his eyes landed on a squat, broad-shouldered figure stood swaddled in an oversized trench coat, the fabric hanging from him like a curtain barely disguising the mass beneath. His head was bald and round, almost too smooth, with a wide carved-on grin full of needle-sharp teeth that glinted like a row of tiny blades. Hollow, circular eyes stared out with an unsettling cheerfulness, the expression permanently frozen somewhere between playful and predatory.
"CAPTAIN! WE ARE DYING!" A poor crew member clutch on the captain's clothing, he just look down and it's hollow look at his crew member's sweating face and sunken eyes.
In fluid motion, swap him and splat on the metal frame of the ship. The sound it made was similar to throwing raw cut meats on ground while hearing bones popping like sticks snapping. Everyone on froze as the poor crew members just slid off the wall like a bug.
The captain swept his gaze across the hall, gave a curt gesture to resume work, and strutted toward the ship's side elevator. The doors slid shut behind him, and the entire crew exhaled in relief—one man even from the wrong end.
"Well… Nyxa, that's our guy," Tyson muttered. "Pretty sure he's the one assigned to deal with Amaru. Or at least he thinks he is."
Nyxa's expression didn't shift a millimeter. "Understood. Shall we begin Operation Hippity Hoppity, This Is Our Property? Or would you prefer we do it happily for them?"
Tyson smirked, rolling his eyes. "Yes."
They smashed through the door with zero ceremony. Every crew member snapped to attention, necks twisting so fast it sounded like bubble wrap popping.
"WHAT THE—?!"
Tyson didn't waste a heartbeat. His arm blurred; the pistol barked.
SPLAT!
A crewman's head popped like a watermelon dropped from orbit. Chunks sprayed across the walls and smeared down the viewport.
"HOLY FU—!"
Crunch.
Nyxa's claws found another poor soul. The ship pitched violently, rocking back and forth like someone had spiked the engines with cheap vodka and a cursed fruit smoothie.
Across the void, on a nearby pirate cruiser:
"Hey, Frank? Why does Captain Motionless's ship look like it's doing interpretive drunk dancing?"
Frank squinted. "Huh… probably someone pissed off Captain Motionless."
He shrugged. "Eh. Their problem."
Back in the hall of carnage—
"OH GOD! THE MOTHWOMAN JUST RIPPED MY NIPPLES!"
"Why can't I feel my—"
Plop.
"Oh. I am headless."
Nyxa tore through her foes with swirling orange energy, ripping and twisting bodies like she was kneading cosmic dough. Tyson, meanwhile, fired off rounds and cheesy one-liners like an 80s action star on too many steroids.
"You," bang, "are headless."
And somehow, that wasn't even close to the weirdest part of their day.
A pink starfish alien; round, dumb, and wearing green shorts patterned with purple flowers, charged forward with the enthusiasm of a concussion.
"FOR THE CAPTAIN!" he bellowed.
A yellow rectangle on the far side of the hall threw up his hands.
"RICK! NO!"
Nyxa didn't even blink.
She turned, raised her palm, and fired a concentrated beam of orange energy.
FWOOOM!
Rick blasted through a window, spiraling into space.
"AAAAAAAaaaaa…"
His voice faded into the void, along with his last two brain cells.
Nyxa tilted her head.
"…Idiot." With a little smile at the end.