Thread: The Stars Do Not Dream of You (Alvis & AlluringEnigma)

Captain's log, date is...hey Cain, what the fuck day is it? The captain called. Check the fuck clock o'clock. Cain fired back. The captain, Kale, grinned. His crew were assholes. But they were good at what they did, and that was what counted. They were adrift in a small, but potent ship. With the main drives offline and most other systems shut down, they were chilling the hull and sinking their heat emissions, rendering them almost impossible to detect. But they got small pings from their buoys that had been strewn around. They were hunting. Contact sir. Came a calm voice from one station. About fucking time. Kale groused. They had been lingering in the system for weeks, only taking the time to vent emissions when the heat climbed too high. Tempers were running a little higher than normal. They were not a survey vessel, and they were not here to check traffic. They were pirates. We've got...mid size ship, currently venting heat off the FTL system. Looks like it just started. Likely gives us an hour or so before it'll be ready to jump out again. Hang on, I've got the transponder...oh fuck me that's a Fed ship! F.S. Raven, transport and science ship! The man making use of the sensor station, Barry, griped. Kale was quiet. The rest of the group groaned. Kale instead pressed a few buttons zooming in on the ship. Corvidae class vessel. Crew of...just under a hundred. Maybe 16 marines on board. A few other security drones to throw at us. And a Federal Supply cargo hold. Kale mused aloud. There was complete silence on the bridge. Wait...are we doing this? Are we seriously going after a Fed ship? Yeah, I really think we are. Fire up the engines, deploy interdictor torpedoes, and suit up boys. We're going in hard. Orders were given, and people moved to follow through on them. The Raven was a fine ship, newly made, barely out of shakedown. Gerald Gaines, the science officer on the bridge, was proud to serve. He'd been angling for a posting like this, something out on the edge of controlled space, exploring, topping up the outposts in the region. It was a fine way to start a good career in the Fleet. He'd been perfectly fine serving under his captain, part of which was because she was certainly easy on the eyes. He stole glances here and there, he knew it was distracting him from his job, but what did it matter? This patch of space was clear, he'd swept it three times. He spotted one of the ensigns approach the captain, talking to her. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but it distracted her, let him linger his gaze on her. He let himself smile a little, right before the ship lurched to one side. Gerald spun back to his station. Captain! We're under attack! We've been hit multiple times, breaches across multiple decks! We've got a ship on approach, attack vector! Brace for impact they're firing again! He called. The ship lurched hard this time. Gerald checked his screens. We've been boarded! There are trops in the ship! As he finished, the intercom screamed a moment, before settling into a voice. Attention all of you Federal drones! You've been taken over by the I.S. Hammer and it's crew! And we're here to kill everyone on board! The voice announced it's intentions with casual, careless glee. Except those lucky bitches on the bridge! You, we're coming for. But don't worry. We won't keep you long. The com went dead. Kale smiled as he was unlinked from the com system. His team was in position, all of them armed, adn all of htem in fully sealed power suits. Now that they were on board, it was time to make good on their promise. He started to walk forward, and head for engineering. It was the best place to start this little massacre.