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The Crossroads
Topic Started: May 7 2010, 11:19 PM (7,029 Views)
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Sy'thikrus noted the Lieutenant, saluting him appropriately, in spite of how much it pained him. Defiance would do him little good here, and after all, he was offering him something he desperately desired to do anyway. If he had to cleave to the chain of command, so be it. At the very least, the Zebesian had yet to get on his nerves.

"They would be fools not to surrender, sir. Rebels are rather famous for this, however. I would relish butchering them all." he paused for a moment, clacking his mandibles briefly in thought. His deep, raspy voice quickly resumed the sentence before the pause became too drawn. "Or taking them as prisoners, if that is desired. Regardless, I am more than willing to volunteer my services to the attack team. ...Sir."

He glanced at Rul'akar, the unfamiliar states of reluctance and sadness welled up inside of him at the thought of leaving him alone with the people who would be staying behind. However, he knew quite well that the Korakk beast would be poorly suited for close-quarters combat. These emotions were quickly banished as he gave his companion a nod, which was followed by a brief grunt from the beast.


"I stand ready, you need only give the order, and I will introduce these rebels to my blade." he growled, saluting once more. As soon as the Lieutenant gave the orders on where to congregate, he would quickly locate himself there. His claws twitched in anticipation, his mandibles clacked hungrily. He fervently hoped that the rebels, desperate to make a stand upon their dingy ship, would be foolish enough to retaliate against a well armed and armoured Space Pirate vessel.

Even if it was just a floating biostorage tank.
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“So, what can you do? If you can't pull your own weight, we don't have much use for you. Although, we haven't had cat on the menu in a while. I hear it's quite tender."

A cold spike shot down Fiera's spine at that comment; how long had this woman been living with Pirates to have a mentality like that... in fact, was she even human at all?

"Ulp." She scrambled to recollect herself, forcing an annoyed scowl. "Besides being a good shot? Well, for starters, I haven't come across a security firewall, password or encrypted file that I couldn't crack. If I wanted to I could probably hand you access to the Federation banking system on a silver platter." Though something told Fiera that Aiko didn't really care about monetary gain.

Fiera kept behind the other woman as they entered the bridge, trying to avoid the attention of the several Pirates dotted around the room, including the big one who'd greeted her so brutally. Unfortunately, she didn't escape his notice.

"Well now, looks like the furball decided to wake up." jeered T'kran, lips parting into a wicked grin as he stared down the catwoman. His attention didn't linger for long, instead he turned to Aiko. "I hope you fixed that reactor casing, or we're going to have left a trail more noticeable than a star going nova. I picked up two contacts on the long range scanners as we left, who knows what they were, or what they were doing."

Unfortunately, for T'kran and everyone else, he got his answer when the ship recieved a hail from another vessel that had just moved into sensor range.

“This is Val'Azor of the esteemed Space Pirate vessel Tikarez speaking. I have no doubt you would know why we're here..."

The look T'kran shot at Aiko could have turned a glacier to steam in an instant.
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"A battle for supremacy against many foes is a battle of the best kind. There are few considerations, only those concerning where to place your next shot. It is war in its purest form." - Commander Karziel, Ultramarines 5th Company

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Aiko flipped T'kran the bird. If he was stupid enough to think this was somehow her fault when she was the one who saved his pathetic ass from an Ing intrusion, then perhaps he wasn't as valuable as Omega-Alpha thought he was. T'kran had no idea how fortunate he was that he had befriended Omega-Alpha, because at times like this, he truly had no idea that it was only that connection that was keeping him alive.

Besides, any moron with half a brain knew why she hadn't fixed the reactor yet, and she didn't see anyone else volunteering to do the job.

"If you're so upset with me, T'kran, then perhaps, in your sincere care for the well-being of those on this ship, you could sacrifice yourself to the cause so I can adapt to the radiation of the engines and fix them in a manner you consider timely?"

The look she shot him was downright predatory, surely enough to even make a hardened space pirate like T'kran understand that he had truly crossed a line with her.
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“Uh, General… message for you!” Verner stepped to another console, and pressed a few keys. Thankfully, the receiver was still in working order, despite a shattered screen and several stains on the keyboard.
“Play it.”

"Attention unidentified ship. This is Kalos of the Carrier. The space station is under attack by some biological agent that is deteriorating the station's integral structure and there is currently an evacuation in progress. I urge you to please move your ship so that others may be able to get away and escape."

Blacksun let out a laugh. Well, a raspy gurgle. He was long out of practice for laughing. He’d have to send a reply of course, it was expected. As he reached for the record button, he had an idea. An idea that’d make the fleeing ships fly into the Sabre’s hangar… and willingly too! He started the recording. It’d have to be a video to get his point across. He turned his face towards the camera, making sure the black flames around his left eye slit were visible.

“Greetings. This is General Blacksun, leader of the mercenary band ‘The Bold’. Perhaps you’ve heard of our exploits? We are currently assisting the Galactic Federation in the containment of the biological weapon that is destroying the station. For your own safety we ask that you land your ship in the empty hangar that is currently open. There’s flashing red lights above it, you can’t miss it. Failure to comply will result in your destruction, as we cannot risk this weapon spreading. I hope you understand.” He pressed stop, and after watching it himself, he transmitted it on all frequencies.
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"That's enough out of both of you!" Grifter snarled, eyeballing Aiko and T'kran. "Save it for those fools out there. Unless of course you would rather them merely have to clean up the mess after we all kill each other."

The Pirate stormed over to the command console and grabbed the com, letting the those two consider their options. Left unchecked, they were capable of considerable mayhem. He would much rather that mayhem be turned against those who would take the ship.

"We care not why you are here," Grifter shouted into the com. "Your presence is a problem regardless of your motivations."

His eyes were glued to the radar display, locked on the small icon representing the enemy ship. The Tikarez, as its commander had identified it. It was reading as a science vessel, likely the same ship they had encountered briefly in Dasha. Grifter thought it was odd that a science vessel would be pursuing them. Perhaps they were here to recover T'kran. Perhaps Aiko, foolish a notion as that might be. Or maybe they were simply doing their duty as loyal Pirates and attacking any rebels on sight.

"However," Grifter continued, "if it's our ship you want, then I invite you to come and take it, if you can!" With that, he terminated the transmission.

He turned to Aiko. "How long?" he asked.
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(OOC: Whoa, I swear I had another post before my previous one. I guess I must have lost it and didn't realize.)

"It's a common name," Nick said, perhaps a little too focused on his computer screen as he tapped a series of keys. "I only recently discovered it's short for Niccolo, rather than Nicholas," another lie I had to tear apart he thought. Then, out loud, "We all have our relapses, it's okay. And no, I'm sure you didn't misjudge me at all, lately I've been having a bit of an...identity crisis."

Lately?

Always.


Things seemed to have calmed down on his ship once the mysterious lizard passenger settled, which gave him time to think. Nick had no idea where they were going, just away was the plan for now.

Squirt looked at her fellow passengers with mild interest. Nick wasn't the only one in thought. Though while his were about their destination, the GI's had a far darker turn. Her hand reached out, as though she could touch Nick from across the room. His Soulspark blazed brightly, to take it from him would be like a gift to the rest of the world. She wanted to take it but, unlike the others she wrenched from people, this one was special.

She would tear it into pieces.

Her attention suddenly shifted to Aryon. His, too, had been uniquely tempered through years of hardship and reflection. Squirt's fingers began to tremble as she thought of the possibilities. It would be through these two that she could prove her theory correct. Two lives gone, in order to enrich thousands.

And she wouldn't have to be so alone any more.

She stood up, coming to a decision. The newcomer was still recovering, and he knew nothing about her. Nick would be the problem. He was a fighter when cornered and, despite their past, he wouldn't hold back now.

Nick, unaware that Squirt was slowly making her way towards him, was distracted as static started up on a communication.

"Adjust the frequency," he said.

The voice cleared almost instantly, and one of Nick's friends from the ship could be heard. "Whoa, did you see what we did back there? This is exactly what we've been needing to show the galaxy! Those additives you created were simply beautiful!"

"No," Nick replied harshly. "This isn't what the Antech wanted. We- we hurt people back there, some of them could even be dead. It's not right, I used to be a medic, not-"

"You're a freedom-fighter now though, brother," came the reply. "You remember what they did to you."

"Those people did nothing! I think...I might take a short break from all of this."

"That's fine. Remember though, vacation or not, you're still a wanted criminal. We'll be hidden, but of course you'll know where to find us. See ya," the link went dead.

Nick shook his head worriedly. "Have you ever thought about going back to the Grace?" he said, feeling Squirt's soft hand on his shoulder. "I mean, things weren't the best, but at least we all took care of each other."

Squirt turned him around so that they face each other. "We need you," she whispered, her voice rough and smoky.

"You do? I- I didn't mean to leave so suddenly, but I was upset and-"

"I wasn't talking about the crew."

Squirt's other hand shot out, grabbing Nick by the front of his shirt and lifting him up with apparent ease. He let out a gasp that soon became more panicked as the hand on his shoulder slowly trailed to where his heart lay.

"Wh-wh-what are you d-doing?" he stuttered.

"Don't worry," she replied calmly. "Sometimes it hurts, but I'll try to make it quick," she looked into his fear-filled eyes. "For you."

Her hand looked different, and seemed to move almost wraithlike, leaving a trailing ghost behind. When she touched him it was like cold fire spreading throughout his entire body. The GI tugged at something, making him sick, but still her hand searched.

She smiled, and looked over at Aryon, as though sharing a joke as she said, "You're next."

Then, something ripped.

Nick fell to the ground and rolled, taking only a moment to assess his enemy with the eye of a trained hunter. In her hand she still held a part of his shirt. Had the fabric been any stronger, he would likely be dead. He had assumed her first attack had been out of surprise, but now he wasn't so sure. Madness enveloped her features, Luck had given him the opportunity to strike with his knife before, and only her panic at seeing herself injured had stopped her.

Where had the knife gone? He remembered she had thrown it aside, it must be somewhere by the man he rescued.

The moment for assessment over, he narrowly avoided Squirt's bare foot coming down on his face. He rolled again, reaching out and grabbing her other leg, yanking it toward him. She fell, her head coming down on a computer console and smashing it. Rather than knock her out, as Nick had hoped as he stood up, her hand found the mug he had thrown at the lizard earlier and sent it soaring. Unlike the lizard, Nick couldn't teleport, and the mug connected with his jaw, snapping his head to one side.

Squirt spun around, her leg kicking out and hitting Nick. With a snarl, she balled her hand into a fist and smashed it into the computer screen that he had been using only moments ago, her fingers being sliced raw as she dug them into the circuitry. The queasy feeling in Nick's stomach told him she had disabled the gravity, and soon various objects in the room began to float, including the little napping lizard.

Nick wondered for a moment why she hadn't disabled the life support as well. As soon as he finished his thought, however, he realized.

Squirt wanted them alive, at least for the moment.

With Nick across the room she turned to Ayron, who now floated freely, and grabbed into his leg, pulling him closer to her, her free hand poised above her.

"You shall be quicker to take, I expect," she said.

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The Trisha in the kitchen snapped her gaze to the small reptile the moment it appeared.

"She knows y-"

Then it was gone, and just as quickly forgotten.

"You would still kill someone if you needed to," the kitchen Trisha said normally to Jimmy, talking to him as though both of them had just met in a coffee shop or something else equally plain.

"What is your definition of provocation though? I should certainly think stealing several million worth of credits is considered provoking some people, less so with others. You could shoot me right now, and that would hardly provoke Trisha...wouldn't provoke me..nono, Trisha, it wouldn't provoke Trisha. It's hard, being a shadowed fragment, drifting. That's beside the point though."

She reached into a cupboard smiling when she saw it had been recently stocked, and pulled out a can of green beans. Opening the pull tab lid she reached in and began eating them one at a time with her fingers. "That was a warning, that's all. I can...I mean Trisha can sometimes get upset sometimes. She's not around to watch over her family these days, and lately they all seem to be turning toward the dark. You know all about the dark, Jimmy, you've made a home of it, sometimes the dark is warmer than the cold light of day. We, our family...Trisha's family, must endure though, and you know why?"

The Trisha pulled out a green bean, gesturing with it at him. "Let me put it this way. I'm sure you've seen lots of people employ themselves to Savage Henry. I myself have no qualm against him, Trisha is another matter, but anyway, some people who employ themselves to Henry sometimes don't make 'the cut' they're either killed the very first time, or they find that kind of life isn't for them. The problem with Trisha's family is that each one could potentially wear the mantle of darkness too well. I know you're quite aware of what most of them are capable of, their inhumanity, but it's not what they are so much as who. Each one might be potentially too good at your kind of thing. They could so easily become so dark."

She set the half-finished can of beans down on the countertop and smiled at Jimmy, "You might even say it's 'bad for business'. Ben will be good at whatever job you give him, I promise," the smile faded, "just please be sure he's never too good. That is all I ask."

She sighed, "I'm sorry if all of this sounds rather cornball. The prospect of light and dark, good and evil, are all concepts thrown around in bad movies. Then again, you are talking to a glitched replica of a girl who's been dead for a couple of years, and this is after her ghost pretty much threatened you." She looked at the can, "I don't think I can finish these. I'm not even sure where it goes when I eat it, since none of the Trishas have ever needed to go to the bathroom. Kind of awkward, don't you think?"

~

The Trisha with Ronnie giggled, her hand covering her mouth lightly. She then helped him back up, her hands wrapping around him as she leaned in close, her nose ticking along his neck as she smelled him.

"I love you David," she whispered to Ronnie. "You rescued me, you took care of me. Sorry I killed you, I was so jumpy back then, and I told you not to ever try to wake me up by touching me. You didn't bleed, because the burns were so bad, and you were even alive for just long enough to look at me. You looked sad David, like you had somehow let me down."

She kissed his cheek. "I don't talk about it to anyone at all, but sometimes I still have nightmares of you. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything with your body, like bury it. I left it there, on the floor, then I threw up in the hallway on your perfect white carpet because the cooked smell of you had already covered everything, including my own hair and clothes. I had to run though, before anyone found out, and the Federation was called. Still, do you forgive me David?"

~

Lorrilal grabbed Ben's wrist, "Wait."

Ben tugged free, but slowed to a walk. "What?" he hissed, chambering a bullet in the handgun he held.

"It's not as bad as you think."

"You said-" he realized he was yelling, took a deep breath, and lowered his voice. "You said Trisha was feeling up Ronnie."

"No," the girl argued. "I said a Trisha is feeling him up, not the Trisha. The Trisha is currently giving Jimmy a death threat, no, she's gone now. Besides, she doesn't know he's Ronnie, she thinks he's a guy named David."

Now Ben stopped completely, "Who's David?"

Lorrilal shrugged. "I don't know either, but I think she needs some kind of closure. Give them a couple of minutes first, then you can burst your way in."

He looked through the iron sight of his pistol, "And if they're doing the nasty, can I kill him?"

Lorrilal shook her head. "No, but feel free to, ahem, 'pop a cap in his ass for messin' with one of your bitches yo."
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(OOC: Not sure what you had planned, B, but have fun with this! ;-)

Aiko was undisturbed by Grifter's scolding. As far as she was concerned, the reminder was more for T'kran anyway. It wasn't like T'kran was doing anything important than just looking tough and talking big. She, on the other hand, was probably the key to getting them out of this alive.

Well... getting the others out alive. She currently felt no severe threat to her own survival. If push came to shove, she'd just commandeer the Tikarez and leave.

Aiko thoughtfully met Grifter's gaze. She almost had as much respect for him as Cottonmouth, though she'd never admit it.

“Radiation's still high. Getting boarded is probably our best option. Our ship is crippled, so they'll probably send out several life boats to dock on opposite sides on our ship and split our defensive force in two, which will be a problem.”

She tapped her chin with her finger. “They'll have to wear bulky hazmat suits though. None of the corridors are safe to walk yet. They'll be expecting us to be similarly limited by mobility.”

Her eyes turned dark and feral. “If they come in, I can take care of the rest, but I'll need to eat T'kran's rations just to survive those first few minutes of exposure.”

She smiled sickly-sweet at T'kran.

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The little lizard had fallen asleep on Aryon's chest. It woke up suddenly to noise, thrashing, and an uneasy feeling in its stomach as it floated into the air.

Its spines raised to their fullest, and it hissed loudly in surprise. Its intelligent little eyes snapped from Nick, to Aryon, to Squirt, clearly assessing the situation. It hissed even louder, its little legs working furiously to try to get back to Aryon despite the zero gravity, when Squirt grabbed Aryon's foot and pulled him toward her.

The lizard's beady eyes narrowed in anger as it saw Squirt poised to strike. The top of Squirt's shirt had ripped at some point, perhaps during the battle with Nick, and a glimpse of shiny metal made the lizard's eyes pin in alarm. Its hissing turned to a desperate squeal, and suddenly the struggle took a very different turn.

The lizard vanished with a pop, and reappeared clinging to Squirt's shirt. Using all six legs, it tore through Squirt's shirt, its claws ripping into flesh, burrowing beneath the connection of skin and metal. It held on with its tiny mouth, using its strong, long neck and tail for balance as it tried to dig the beflexor out of Squirt's chest.

And then, it and the beflexor disappeared with a loud, electrical snap and a hollow echo reminiscent of strummed guitar strings.

On a ship far, far away, an exhausted lizard materialized in thin air above the kitchen sink, then smashed into unwashed dishes. It was wedged between shattered ceramic and heavy beflexor, and it meeped pathetically at Trisha before its little eyes closed and its body went limp.
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Aryon was still disoriented as the gravity disengaged itself, and he found himself struggling to keep his stomach down as he was pulled across the room by his leg. The little lizard had floated away before he noticed the mayhem and teleported onto Squirt's chest, clawing and slashing its way into her body. Chunks of flesh and miscellaneous pulp began to float around the area before the lizard began to pull something out...

Aryon froze as he saw the beflexor. The world stopped as he was flooded with another flashback...

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Aryon looked through flames and smoke after a massive explosion had rocked him awake. Tyrael was not in the cell next to him, presumably in testing, but that was not on his mind right then. All he could hear was the sounds of screaming, but not the screams he had come to know - sometimes by name - by constant exposure. These were the scientists.

Like a boomerang their endeavors had come back to haunt them in the form of an angel, a woman bearing several scars and a silver disc on her hand and cloaked in catastrophe. She effortlessly cut her way through the facility, until she reached Aryon's cell block. Another blast and his door was open, and as he crawled out, he faced that disc, the hand it was implanted on proceeding to reach down and pluck him up from the filthy floor.

As he looked into her eyes, he saw a mixture of things; hate was the most prominent, but the look she gave him ordered him to stand up, escape, and survive. Then, after only a moment, the angel departed to continue her work.

That disc...


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That disc...!

As he pushed himself back into the present, Aryon saw that both the lizard and the beflexor were gone. All that he saw was the woman whom had bore the disc in her chest, rather than her hand; this was not the angel he had seen. The eyes were different. These eyes were devoid of the same emotion that the angel's would bring. That, and she had tried to kill him, which was no longer something he took lightly.

With a sudden rush of adrenaline, Aryon grabbed the stunned Squirt by the throat, throwing her into a field of debris caused by the lack of gravity.

"I suffered years of torment at the hands of unknown men, only to be thrown out into an uncaring existence I had no knowledge of prior," he spat. "If you wish to 'take' me, it will be neither quick nor easy."
"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way.

Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants."


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T'kran's eyes never left Aiko's predatory gaze, though his head did turn slightly and nod at Grifter's voice of reason. "Yes sir."

Sure, T'kran was the most heavily armed person on this vessel, but Cottonmouth and the crew had allowed him to stay as a permanent addition to the crew, and that was enough to garner his respect for them. Aiko... well, she just scared the hell out of him. Though he tried not to show it.

Grinning wickedly at Grifter's defiant response, he let out a rough chuckle. "Good, good. I need some target practice." Oh, he wasn't going to let Aiko have all the fun. His armor was designed to keep lethal levels of Phazon radiation contained, so there was no doubt about it being able to withstand prolonged exposure to the irradiated hallways of the ship. "You can have my rations, Aiko. Honestly, I eat too much."

"And I have to say, I like your idea a lot better than mine. I was thinking we should just seal the bridge and the medlab, and just purge the atmosphere from the rest of the ship. It'd leave one hell of a mess though, doing that." He'd seen a Pirate suffer explosive decompression. It wasn't pretty.

The Pirate then jerked his thumb towards the small, white-furred woman who had decided to crouch in a corner of the bridge and stay as quiet as possible. "What about her? Did she say she was useful in any way, or is she slave market material?"

Fiera simply cringed.
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”Well.” Val'Azor uttered after Grifter had spoken... and after the rebel had promptly cut the communications channel. He half yawned, then spoke louder.

“You heard them.”

He flicked a nearby switch.

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Na'ruten listened to Sy'thikrus as the pirate gave his agreement; the Lieutenant had almost cracked a smile. “Most excellent. The attack team will be meeting in-” A three-toned beep suddenly interrupted him, forcing Na'ruten to pause.

The specificity of the beep signaled that it was a message from none other than the Captain. And that meant...

“You'll have to excuse me,” he muttered to Sy'thikrus, then brought the communicator to his ear.

“Na'ruten,” Val'Azor's voice abruptly echoed from the communicator, “the attack team is confirmed as needed.” The message was short, almost irritated, but the Lieutenant didn't hesitate to give his confirmation. Val'Azor quickly continued once Na'ruten had spoken.
“I trust you to handle the strategic logistics of the attack. You know the previous plan and are well acquainted with the enemy ship's build.”
“Yes sir.”
“And take heed of the radiation.” Val'Azor quickly added before he cut the message, leaving Na'ruten in silence.

It was all the Lieutenant had needed, and nothing more.

The Zebesian quickly folded the small communicator up, then turned back to Sy'thikrus with a faint tap of his foot. The rebels had done just what he had thought they would.

“It seems they've chosen to resist.” The Lieutenant's eyes glinted as he spoke; he knew his decision with Sy'thikrus would prove itself in the next hour. “The debrief is in meeting room Z-A2, deck 2.”

"Of course. It will be refreshing to do something of measureable benefit for a change." Sy'thikrus said with palpable resentment for his current station. He performed a final salute, perhaps, this time, with a slight amount of sincerity.

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The rest of the pirates were already in the meeting hall when Na'ruten arrived, including the lower official who had helped him form the team.

“Now.” Na'ruten stated, staring at the small group of pirates before him. They were a mixed bunch; some were Zebesian like him, yet others were of several of the diverse pirate races.

“Our enemy is the rebel group onboard the ship...the Salty Dog, as you are all no doubt aware of.”

He noted that Sy'thikrus had arrived as well.

“They were previously attacked by a group of Ing in the Dasha region, and have sustained casualties along with moderate ship damage. Additionally, their reactor core is damaged, and I doubt they will get far without repairing it soon.”

“Unfortunately, this also means that several portions of the ship are irradiated. We can not bypass these areas, and so will need to be equipped with Mark V radiation shielding from the armory. These will restrict movement – somewhat, but overall, do not consider them much more than heavy armor attachments.” They couldn't afford to get distracted by the radiation situation once on the ship.

Na'ruten turned to a small screen to his left - one that was showing a replicated schematic of the Salty Dog, created from their scans, and also highlighted the irradiated areas in yellow. “The bridge is not irradiated, and we will find several of our targets there. Additionally, as High Command wishes for the ship to be captured, you would do well to not damage the bridge.”

Why High Command wanted the ship itself was beyond him.

Na'ruten continued, “You will be split into two groups to board the ship on each lateral side, making your respective ways towards the bridge to meet up. I will lead the first group, which will include Sy'thikrus, Xi, and Ji'ralt.” He gave a brief glance at the three mentioned pirates, then looked over at the rest of the group. “Officer L'ankan, who is already here, will lead the second group, which will include Jer'ark, Ma'nak, and R'zul.
Each group will board using the M5-2L shuttles, and will have an additional armed escort on the way to the enemy.”

“Capture of the crew will be secondary. However, high priority targets include the Captain, a pirate named Cottonmouth - ” A small picture of Cottonmouth appeared in the lower left corner of the display at this. “- Grifter, a commanding officer... and T'kran, a rogue commando.” Their pictures also appeared; all had been courteously obtained from High Command's profiling on the rogue ship.

“Keep them alive in your attack; all other personnel can be dealt with with lethal force.” He clicked his mandibles once, emphasizing the last few words of his sentence. “Is that clear?”

With a tone that chilled the other soldiers to the very core, Sy'thikrus answered.

"Crystal, sir.”

Na'ruten just clicked at the pirates once again. "Then I believe this briefing is over."
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