Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

The freighter wasn't moving fast enough. It was pushing it's engines hard, but it wasn't going to be enough, not to outrun a military frigate. The gunships wheeled around, swinging in for another pass, raking the stern of the ship with fire, this time breaching the housing of one of hte engine, slewing the ship to one side. Fortunately it slewed away from the event horizon. The Fateless moved in, and fired a series of heavy grapnels, piercing the side of the ship, and pulling it alongside of them. Multiple airlocks lined up, and sealed. Override programs started their work, forcing the access points open, while boarding parties made ready. The captain shrugged into his armour, feeling it adjust to his frame, a good clean fit. Assault armour, the kind worn by the more elite members of the government shock troopers, it was rare to see outside of their service. But the captain had been careful, precise, and managed to get access to a number of suits of it. The biggest change that had been made to the armour was the helmet. Normally a fairly plain unit, this onehad been reworked into the visage of a grinning black skull. The captain pulled that helmet on, activating it, bringing up the HUD within to make sure everythign was working. And it was. He lifted his rifle, checking it, making sure it was loaded and ready. His squad was already set, adn they made theri way to an airlock. It rolled open as they approached, and the squad swept forward. It was time to go to work. Her guard was looking worried. We're being attacked. We're not sure by who, they haven't said anything to us. He answered. His comlink crackled in his ear. We have hull breaches along the spine of the ship, sections six, seven, and nine! Internal inegtrity is falling in that area, we're going to lose the spinal region! All hands evacuate immediately! Emergency sealing is engaging in sixty seconds. The voice announced. The guard swore. There's almost eighty people in that area! No way they're all getting out in a minute! He cursed They made a turn, getting to a heavily reinforced door, and the guard started cyclingt he locking mechanism. It took a few moments, but a heavy vault style door rolled into the wall, allowing access. Get in! He ordered curtly. Teh rifle barked, throwing a heavy slug into another trooper, laying them out cleanly. The captain and his squad were efficient in their fire, snigle shots, single kills. He could hear the whooping and sheering of the less adept members of his crew, running riot in the ship. They weren't in the habit of taking prisoners. They moved around a corner, and the captain could hear the rumble of a security door opening. Whatever they were doing, that was likely where they were keeping their valuables. The captain caught sight of a trooper making an order to someone, beginning to draw a side arm. The rifle barked again, throwing the man back into the wall, a hole in his chest where his heart used to be. The other person was a woman, but she didn't look armed. The lab coat marked her as a civilian, and the captain was not in the habit of shooting non-combatants. Freeze! Do not move! He raored at her, the vocalizer in his helmet amplifying the order to a near deafening bellow, with a strange undertone of a growl in it. It had been a later addition to the unit, but it added that growl at around 17 hertz int he infrasonic range, the same frequency of a predator cat from earth. It caused a terror reaction on an almost genetic level in humans, making it useful in getting people to pay attention. He had, of course, made sure the helmets for his squad filtered the sound out.