The station drifted lifeless in the surrounding darkness
above the planet of Venus the only sign of life were the
hundreds of lights coming from the windows. The Falkland
carrier sped through the night racing towards the slowly
turning station Echo Primus. As the Falkland began to
slow it slowly turned using a series of thrusters from
its belly to manoeuvre it round. Its rear thrusters cut
power and slowly the vessel moved into a boarding
action. With a soundless clang the Falkland banged into
the side of Echo Primus and a series of cutters started
to cut a hole in the Hull. Once the hole had been
established the piece of Hull fell forwards onto the
metal floor inside with a clang that echoed through the
empty corridor.
One by one soldiers attired in black combat uniforms
with light breast plate armour covering them, and
holding sub machine guns forwards with back loading
magazines emerged from the Falkland. The first four
shuffled forwards to the first hatch inside the station.
Four more quickly followed by a further four.
"Captain we've breached. There's no sign of life on this
deck." Said Sergeant Mortif.
Four more soldiers emerged from the Falkland and began
to head down the corridors. The soldiers all had muzzles
and visors covering their faces. The Captain more a
black beret were as the others wore black caps atop of
their heads.
"Head for the stair well. My scanner tells me we've
X-rays top side around and in the operations centre."
Said the Captain.
The sixteen soldiers swiftly moved through the dimly let
corridors of the Station keeping their guns aimed
forwards and occasionally bobbing down as they pass T
junctions. As they moved up the stairwells the moved in
two by two covering formation until they reached the
higher level of the Station. The Operations centre.
Sergeant Mortif was the first to see the red cloaks for
five figures carrying a tube like object.
"Cappun." He called in a low voice through the micro
bead fed from his ear to his mouth.
The Captain approached looking through the doorway at a
side glance and keeping close to the wall.
Inside the operations centre five hooded figures were
moving a large silve tube with a trail of wires
following. Across from them were some of the crew pinned
naked to the walls. They'd been spread eagled and some
of them had, had their skin removed left dripping blood
to the metallic floor.
The Captain dared a look above and saw what looked like
dirty rags hanging from the ceiling. It was when he
glanced further he'd realised it was skin cut from the
hanging crew at the far end of the operations centre.
They'd had their skin shed and were left groaning.
Mortif nearly hurled vomit into his muzzle at the mere
sight. He winced at the blood still dropping down.
"What the frag are these Bastards." He muttered.
"Dead." Said the Captain.
Using his hands to signal his men they began moving into
an attack position using some over turned consoles for
cover. The Captain removed his muzzle but left his
yellow visor over his eyes for a better targeting
system. He took careful aim with his sub machine gun and
opened fire killing the first hooded figure. The other
soldiers followed suite. Soon enough the hooded men had
all been slain.
Sergeant Mortif moved towards the crew pinned naked to
the walls and made an attempt to set them free. He
unhooked his short knife from his belt and began to cut
through one of the straps holding the woman's wrist. As
the Sergeant looked on the woman's eyes had been plucked
from her skull leaving a trail of blood tears leaking
down her face.
"I'm so sorry." Said Mortif.
She dropped to her knees after a minute passed and
Mortif managed to cut her free. Behind him stood tow
other the soldiers coving the operations centre. When
they heard the sound of something crashing. The Captain
moved towards the sound followed by the other soldiers
leaving Mortif and his squad of four.
Markus dashed around the corner to find a bright purple
flame coming towards him. The Captain was the firt to
witness Markus's head turn into a puff of blood and
brain.
"Firing Positions now." He yelled before the headless
body slumped to the ground.
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Mortif heard the gun fire in the distance blazing
violently and echoing through the centre.
"Taff take the door cover us in or out." He ordered.
The gun fire lessened shots still fired but the violence
of the fight had died out. Mortif began cutting another
crewman free from his restraints when he heard screaming
of an inhuman nature.
"Captain whats going on." He called into his bead.
No reply.
"Frag." He mumbled as he called again.
"Ok were getting these out." He said bending to pick on
of the eyeless crew up. The naked woman he took hold off
head butted him as she came level to him.
Mortif stunned and shocked staggered back. As he looked
up he saw a purple plasma flame disintegrate Markus's
stomach and chest leaving a pool of red blood at his
feet. He looked at the woman. And watched as she
staggered towards him as though her eyeless sockets
could see him at a glance he watched another of the crew
turn one of his soldier Knifes on him and slashed his
mans throat. The last soldier fired and fired dropping
tow of the crew but another ripped his throat out
leaving a spray of blood vomiting across the deck.
Mortif took a firm hold of his gun to open fire but
wasn't quick enough as the woman ripped his head from
his shoulders. A spray of blood covered her and he was
dead with his head still in her hands.
The Captain was the last man standing and had managed to
make his way back to the operations centre in time to
see Mortif beheaded. He turned his gun on the female
killed and downed her in a spray of gun fire as he
turned to leave he felt a blow to his right temple which
knocked his yellow visor from his head.
+++++
The Captain awoke to find himself strapped to a steal
slab his arms and legs and been spread put Slowly he
lifted his head to see his bruised naked body feeling
the cold steel of the slab head placed his head back
down and watched as a cybernetic man approach. Though
his vision was still hazy he could make out the red
cloak and strange looking face. The man had, had half
his face replaced with an androids.
"What are you going to do to me?" He said still gazing
on the approaching man.
"Well Captain Thomas Vornn we have something very
special for you. You're going to be our first soldier of
an enhanced capability. A Prototype if you like."
"I won't serve you." Vornn spat.
A sound of razor blades whirring began to echo in the
chamber Vornn realised he was in as his vision began to
return. Above him on crane like arms four razor blades
whirred down on him cutting his legs and arms from his
body. Pain breached Vornn like he'd never known before
and yet something prevented him from blacking out. A
fifth razor came down and began slicing his chest wide
open. Blood covered the Captain as his limbs were hacked
away from him. He screamed and the scream was inhuman he
found himself wishing death take him.
Though his hands and legs had been severed it was as
though he could still feel them. Then he felt his organs
ripped out of his chest as five adepts removed them
leaving more pain. Vornn bellowed begging for Death
until his voice was numb from shouting. He felt cables
been plugged into his served sockets when a drill came
down to claim his eyes. He felt every piece of the pain
and yet some kind of drugs prevented him blacking out
and some kind of machine kept his body alive. All he
could do was beg with a silent voice
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