Briefly maybe considering to put an alien into a rail gun
Thinking long and hard about stuffing a alien into a rail gun, you instead resolve to pull out your trustworthy welder and duct tape and weld and duct tape him to the wall, they look only slightly alarmed, but overall it is a good day. Finally, you put attention to your rail gun, load another shot into it, reset it, and then fire at the big bad alien mother ship.
This was the last shot needed to cause its reactor to blow up, and it blows up massively.. the boom is so powerful, not a couple seconds later the shockwave hits the ship, and you are launched at the bulwark of the bulkhead and knocked out.
You wake up some amount of time later, in a very different space ship. for one, although your in the same room, the rail gun was ripped completely out of its mooring and is now man-portable. Second, the alien is loose, and third, your pretty sure that where there was once a exit out of the room, is not the bulkhead and airlock of another ship.
your pretty sure you have a concussion, What do you do?
Man portable ship-class railgun [damaged]
Toolbelt filled with all the tools.
Clothing
Various other slightly notable items and personal belongings.
Looking at your rail gun, its quite clear it got really fucked up. You weld the coils more firmly together, take out the auto loader entirely, as its shredded to bits, and cannibalize it for whatever shiny bits you can. The lemon, however, was completely broken. you will need a lemon for it to fire at its 100% capacity, or a similar object. finally, you deem your rail gun "good 'nuff". you weld through the bulkhead, and come into a alien hallway, and to your left is a sleeping orc-like alien, standing upright was simultaneous sleeping. you note its dangerous looking and basic slug thrower. It smells like a mixture of boot camp and a hippies van left one to may days out in the sun.
Man portable ship-class railgun [damaged]
Toolbelt filled with all the tools.
Clothing
Shiny bits from an Autoloader.
Various other slightly notable items and personal belongings.
You point your massive rail gun at the nearest, meanest looking ork, and it dives into its friend, knocking the rushing hoard back for a single moment, enough for you to tactically retreat into the hallway, full sprint, while reloading your rail gun. by the time your a quarter the way down to your rail gun room, your rail gun is primed and readied, and you turn around, and realize just how close the orcs are, namely, the one in front of you is swinging down what appears to be a massive ball pean hammer at you. Or at least, was swinging. the railgun pellet that bisected him and killed the a vast majority of the orcan conga line stopped such trivial attacks. marching back to the original line, you note that quite a few of the orcs are still alive, and you give them the peace of humans pride. Namely, by slamming the heavy-non delicate end of the rail gun onto the back of their skulls. by the time you get back to the cafeteria of despair, it appears the human alliance members and the weird looking xenos have won, and your section leader, bereft of both of his arms greets you.
"Marine, as you may have known, it turns out that theREAL enemy is these stars-damned green scum. These... "fine" looking fellows ot the side of me," he points to the one particular alien that seems to be the leader, still wearing a hardsuit "Are actually incredibly pacifistic nature, and really regret this entire situation happening. Also, apparently these monsters eat babies, so the... Yorans... are totally cool with us killing the foul green-skinned Xeno scum."
Your incredibly archaic mind processes this for a full second, before your murder-or-not vision finally decides that these humans and these particular xenos are not okay to kill, and you ask your commander who should die.
"Your going on a suicide mission to kill the Orc Leader, by all means needed, so we can take over this ship and get back to Earth and warn them before reinforcements arrive."
Looking around, this ship does seem a tad strange, and you ask how this ship came to be.
"Well, the orcs take the parts of the ship they destroy and weld it to their ship, usually in a makeshift manner, as with the case of the SS Starfarer, /our/ ship."
nodding once as if you knew what he was talking about, you trudge off, wondering where the captain is, and looking down the hallways.
What do you do?
Apologies about the long wait, forgot that I was actually GMing something in its entirety, yeah.
Edit: fix spelling errors.