Name: Ian DeRello
Location: Escape Arm
Occupation: HoS
ID: Ian DeRello - Head of Security
Inventory: HoS Energy Gun
Total Health: 100/100
Toxin Damage: 0/100
Brute Damage: 0/100
Burn Damage: 0/100
Body Temperature: 98.6, Warm
Polytrinic acid? Ha. Sure, it will kill him. The vapors from it might injure me, and that's about it. What a loser this guy was. Fresh minds, so easily turned sour by the syndicate. "Alright. Turn around. Hands behind your back. One wrong move, and heated plasma will enter your skull, from yours truly." He began to cooperate, and I got my handcuffs out. That's when the shuttle started moving in autopilot. It undocked itself, and began to fly away from the station. He turned around while I was distracted, and kicked me, where it hurts. My gun fell to the floor, and he kicked it away. I pulled out my combat knife, and say, "Boy, did you mess with the wrong Head of Security." I pulled off my armor, and said, "COme on, man to man. But we don't have to do this, kiddo. The syndicate are often unpredictable, and might kill you anyways. Who is there to take out the cells of poly acid in your heart? Also, if they find us scuffling at the Cent-Com station, they will kill you" He then frantically reached for his energy sword, and unsheathed it. He looked doubtful, though.
Jokey, will you fight, (You could redirect the ship if you knew how to.) (Die roll) or surrender?