And topple it did, with a big splash and a sound crash, square onto its metal backside. Ivan's kick was more than enough to do the job, and left it reeling there for a moment, flailing and kicking, trying to get its legs loose. If ever they wanted an opportunity, that was it.

Ivan landed from his kick right on top of the toppled giant. Oblivious to Tyra's intent to blow stuff up, he unsheathed his trusty sword. He approached the stubby little head of the Egg Hammer, holding the sword high with blade pointed down with both hands holding the hilt before he thrusted the blade down on the thing's head, hoping to do some damage.

He was perhaps underestimating the strength of it's armor again, but for the record, he was pretty confident in his sword's sharpness!

Ivan's ferocious tenacity paid off. Owing to leverage and the advantage of his position, his blade went right in the Egg Hammer's faux-tooth-paneled mouth and ended the conflict with a shower of sparks, a sizzle, a puff of smoke, and the stench of an electrical fire. All of its limbs went limp, and it simply laid there sparking.

Everything was (comparatively) quiet again, save for the ever-present background klaxon. There was a tunnel ahead for them to continue through, sloping up at a slight angle (finally out of the water) to travel further into the ship. There were some electronic voices and clattering feet that could be heard; as they continued on, they'd find a scuttling mass of irritating little Crabmeat robots, standing about waist high, and snapping their little clamp-like claws, and even shooting hot, glowing balls of energy from guns couched in them, as well.

The path continued onward beyond the robotic nuisances to a less industrial-looking, more finished hallway with fewer exposed, hazardous machine parts and conduits. There were branching corridors that led to different parts of the ship, but the bridge most logically would have lied straight ahead, and, given the scale of the ship, probably wasn't too much farther.

Casey remained silent through most of the proceedings—not out of any particular impetus to be quiet, nor because he was upset about anything, but because it was just an intense, action-packed romp, and he had nothing to speak of. It was not the time for speech; it was the time for stabbing robots and shooting crabs.

That being said, he wordlessly, but happily, followed Jack's lead on the cleanup effort, trundling along behind with machinegun blurting and belching out fire and hot lead at anything left moving. For the time being, he was just in support mode.

Geoff's bowling-ball attack could be considered a form of research on small robots. And the findings? They're crunchy.

A nice swath was cut through the swarm, and the entire center-line of the corridor was cleared. Many were cast aside by the carnage, and still functional, but Jack would find that these were pretty much entirely unarmored, and that her sidearm had no trouble punching holes in them. In turn, Casey's thus pretty much tore them to shreds, naturally. And, as before, each robot that took critical damage behaved in a similar way: it popped with a little burst of smoke and machinery, and let loose a single ring. The corridor was pretty much full of them by this point.

As the group forged onward, the experience was largely similar. There were robots, lots of gunfire, a lot of smashing, and eventually... the bridge!

The final doorway they passed through indeed seemed to be their destination. The room was about thirty feet across, with a row of squarish windows (which currently gave a non-view of a murky, black sea). It was dark, disorientingly lit only by the spinning yellow emergency lights and its numerous screens and consoles, of which not a single one was attended by anyone. It looked as though the room had very suddenly been abandoned. There were some drink cups here and there, a bag of chips (fresh), a handheld computer, and, on one of the screens, an action movie of some sort was still playing, albeit on mute.

There were multiple ways in and out of the bridge. At least one hole in the floor near the back wall had a metal ladder going down to a lower deck, while a side exit was present on each end of the bridge, as well, with metal "fast-acting" ship doors (the type with the classic wheel in the center to operate it). Otherwise, there was no hint as to where the crew had gone.

Would it have really been a surprise to anyone that Casey had decided to start collecting all the rings they found? Unless someone else got to them first, he apparently decided the dropped goodies were bonus pay ("Think I'll have me some'a this!"), and weaved around the corridor to collect as many as he could without falling too far behind. Needless to say, this behavior would probably cause him to be the last one in the bridge.

Paxton had lingered behind the likes of Casey and Jack, feeling quite secure between the armed gunfighters and the horde of squishy robots. He'd spent most of the walk trying to dry himself off, as did Tyra, who also spent some of the walk looking moody over being soaked and being denied her chance to make things explode. Her hand still eagerly fumbled with the grenade in her pocket. Though she didn't fall behind to scrounge up rings, she did pause a few times to pocket the ones closest to her.

"Ahh, finally here," the agent sighed in relief upon reaching their destination. Now that they were so boldly invading an empty room, Pax bravely moved to the front to examine the scene. His first focus was the various computer monitors and systems that had been left unattended. He moved from station to station, quietly examining each screen's contents.

There was a loud crinkling of plastic followed by quiet crunching. Tyra was nonchalantly helping herself to the fresh bag of chips while watching the silenced film. It seemed even the disorienting nightmare of gravity that had occurred only minutes ago hadn't impaired her appetite. "Hey, I've seen this movie before," she said between chomps.