The shattered edge

[Tabris]

BAAL's new orders wasn't surprising, however it was mildly annoying as it's primary function was not scanning the wrecked hulls of ships...Still with nary a complaint nor a sarcastic remark BAAL moved towards the ship, actively scanning the hull in some attempt to determine the origins and structual makeup of the vessel itself. Not having much initial success either. It detected several objects that appeared to be weaponry on the hull's surface, but many if not all of them were inactive...

Still BAAL shifted more power towards it's shield generators in an attempt to get the shields back up to optimal condition...

[arvg]

"Oh my god... arrgh!!!" "NO, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo!" "AYIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"

Pasha's eyes were wide as he looked up from the TAC-link at the skipper.

"With all due respects, Comrade, are you out of your mind?" He shook the TAC, where screaming was continuing.

"No, please, no... please, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!"

"We should wait here, and call for reinforcements. That was a platoon of Coalition Marines... and while I am sure the Skipper is very tough in a fighter... Pasha would like to point out you are on the ground, and thus only half as cool as before..." Pasha blew a sigh when he saw that Brooks was serious. Grabbing a heavy overocat and a large shotgun he started to swear, lighting a cigarette and stalking after Brooks.

"Sure, I mean we're two people they were a platoon of heavily armed marines, we're going to have no problem at all... especially now that we just left the ship undefended..."

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[Jayce]

Jayce sprinted through the door and down the corridor, chasing a shadow he had seen, his shotgun spouting a gout of reddish flame. He had a Dragon's Breath round chambered, used mainly for pyrotechnic displays. The rounds were produced using Zirconium, and essentially turned the shotgun into a short-lived flamethrower. The round illuminated the hallway and the room it opened up into, with around 7 ghastly shapes staring back at Jayce.

"Pasha, turn around! Run run run run RUN!!!" Jayce yelled, cutting off the scream he was making while he was charging forward, morphing it into a scream of terror. "Pasha! GOOO! Get to the Credit, I have an idea!"

Sprinting out of the hallway, Jayce turned, to fire a few rounds back into the crowd of pursuing hostiles. One seemed to fall, to be replaced by another one just behind it. The pair sprinted up the boarding ramp of the Credit, whereupon Jayce pushed the Russian gunner out of his char and promptly sat down. Grabbing the joystick controlling the forward Razor, he unleashed a volley into the corridor he had just left. The doorway erupted in an antimatter-fueled explosion. The remaining hostiles flew across the bay, presumably all dead.

"Pasha... Remind me to never... Ever... Do that again. Please."

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[arvg]

"I try, but it never seems to do any good," the Master Chief grumbled as the din from outside the ship seemed to escalate. "That..." Pasha pointed upwards. "Doesn't sound good..."

There was a lurch, and the Social Credit listed sharply to one side, Pasha fighting his way up the length of the ship to the cockpit, looking at the chaos outside.

The Razor shot had blown a hole in the landing deck clear through to the hangar deck below. The deck the Social Credit was sitting on was, now, only supported from one side, meaning the full weight of the Coalition Gunboat was poised, precariously on an edge.

"Oh..." Pasha swallowed, as the ship pitched forward towards the edge of the hole, falling sideways to crash into the deck. Everything not secured in the ship, equipment, men, coffee cups... went crashing into bulkheads.

The last thing Pasha remembered before the darkness came, was the cockpit window rushing up towards him.

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[Tabris]

As the Social Credit seemed to be swallowed by the deck. BAAL detected the disturbance on his scanners, structural changes showed that there was a change in the integrity of the area the Social Credit was last seen.

BAAL shifted course from the bow of the ship until he entered the Hanger Deck, the Storm's search lights activated on the bottom of the ship, illuminating the area, enhancing the image of the collapsed sector of the deck.

"Social Credit, this is CPAI BAAL, respond meatbag in charge." it commented, mild annoyance could be heard as it started to actively scan the area of the hanger, approaching the hole where the engines of the Social Credit were sticking out, cutting off it's outside Comms briefly it commented to itself 'Organic Meatbags can't park a ship properly...'

[Yuveraj Khan]

Razin started in shock as the Social Credit's comm chatter vanished from TAC-NET.

"Credit? Come in Credit?" He called into the TAC growler phone, looking over at some of the bridge officers. "Brooks, what's happening..."

"Sir, we're getting telemetry from BAAL," one of the officers gestured towards the main screen, that was showing the collapsed landing deck, and the stranded Social Credit protruding through the gaping hole and twisted debris.

"What the hell?" Razin asked, moving forward as behind him Captain Levesque and Commissar Khan re-entered the bridge.

"CPW-Botev, we need you and the Krazni to find alternative docking ports, suit up your marines and see if you can work your way to where the Social Credit is... umm... down." Razin blew a sigh as he rubbed his face.

"Storm Down?" Khan inquired taking a command and control station, reviewing the data. "Commissar Santorini, you're ordered to board that ship, and supervise the men, I don't want any more... Fighter Corps mistakes."

"Commissar Khan," Razin leaned in close. "We received a broadcast from the Social Credit's marines, something attacked them... we should proceed with caution."

"The time for caution is passed," Khan announced. "Now is the time for superior firepower. I want that ship boarded, secured and under a Coalition flag. Get it done!"

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[Pacific]

Wile the Botev was flying in the defense mode. Petko received the orders from Razin.

"Steels listen up I got a plan. We are not going to look for a way in, we are going to make one." Petko sounded exited.

"We are going to drill a hole in the ship at leat 900 meters from were the Credit fall."

Petko continued to explain.

"From each of the sides October will take the left side, the Botev will take the right side. When the Hole's are drilled we will repel in to the ship and storm it for the Botev"

After that the Botev speed up at the Location on were they shod drill. The cargo bay doors opend and the marines and Dimitrov himself with space suits were replied on the hull of the ship. Two marines started drilling the hull making it in a circle shape. And after 15 minutes they opened a hole. Petko say'd

"OK DOWN WE GO!!! GO GO GO GO GO!!"

And the marines started to repeal down. They landed on the Snow . Then the marines broke formation and assumed a defense perimeter. Petko looked at his second in command.

"Comrade give me status !!! IS there oxygen in here? And can we remove the suits ?

The officer noded

"Da comrade Capitan we can take off our suits"

Petko pushed a light and the suit came Tractors in to his backpack

"The rest of you keep your suits on"

Petko was dress with his Winter uniform that can keep you warm even in -25 degrees. He was holding his Kalashnikov and Scanning the area with his eyes for any movement. After 1 minute he issued orders

" I want groups of 4 with two men scouts up ahead. Keep in formation and don't fall behind. Copral leave a beacon here. "

He turn to his second in Command

" Do you detect the Social.Credit transponder signal "

Officer responded

" Da comrade Capitan 4 Kilometers in front of us"

Petko Noded and give the signal to move

"Move and stay in formation"

The group of marines were lead by two scout's and thay started their venture in to the ship moving towards the Social Credit crash site.

Wile they were walking there were noises coming up from somewhere, and right before they can turn 2 creature's stood up in front of them attacking the scouts . Petko and the marines shoot down the creatures for a millisecond and the scouts were all fine. They approached the creature's and they were something like the ancient Poler Bear but 4 meters in hight and with a lot of teeth. Petko sighted and say'd

" I hope Alvarez is fine. Cammon let's move and keep on your guard."

Petko Took his TAC comm and contacted Steele

"Comrade Steele we are in the ship and we encountered hostile alien life forms. Comrade Steele whats your progress"

Wile Petko was talking marines and Dimitrov continued towards the Social Credit crash site.

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[Rodent]

Santorini nodded quickly in response to Comrade Khan's request. Grabbing hold of a communications console, she transmitted.

All ships. Suit up your marine squads, prepare to RV with the Social Credit's last position. We will have to storm the ship. You have clearance to kill all non-coalition objects sighted.Over and out. You shall remain in touch with me, and I shall be supervising the operation. Marine Corps Leaders report to me once your wings are ready! I want you strapped in five minutes!

She turned to Khan.

We shall need to take down the Credit's shields and move our craft closer. Space walks are risky....

Nearby, the communications console started echoing with the sounds of various men and women, reporting readiness to die for the cause.

[arvg]

The gunfire was almost like a gentle popping, somewhere behind him.

Trudging through the snow littered decks of the ship, Alvarez was lost. His hand gripping the TAC as he tried to get a signal, waving it too and fro as he walked, occasionally slapping the small device with the back of his hand. To no avail, it still, stubbornly refused to connect him to TAC-net.

The deck lurched a moment later with the muted roar echoing through the vessel. A battle Razor... that had to mean the SCRA were storming the ship... though... he couldn't quite fathom out why they would send troops onto the ship and then razor it... then it hit him.

"Brooks, you are a moron." He muttered, trying to hold onto a railing as his TAC skittered into the snow.

He heard the growl first, immediately dropping to a knee and swinging the assualt rifle up to cover a large snow bank. He had to be in a main cargo bay, easily a quarter of a mile long. Misbegotten shapes that could have been anything, now completely buried.

His breath coiled into a slight fog, as he listened again for the noise.

It clicked... as the first of four arms seemed to coil out from behind a mound of snow, moving with an ambling menace that could only mean certain doom, of a squishy bone cracking variety would soon be descending upon a certain rather short Hispanic man with a bad temper.

"Oh, I see how it is, ese," Alvarez muttered, raising his assualt rifle to his shoulder and sighting in. "You are big, ugly, and have teeth. I ain't scared of you..."

REWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!!

The creature bellowed it's mandibles retracting and flinging siliva across the deck splattering across Alvarez's face.

Alvarez calmly wiped it away with the back of his hand, "Si, you sound like my mother in law... she was a Montoya never could stop screaming... You kinda look like her too, holmes..."

The creature made to lunge, and Alvarez let it have it with a hail of 10mm ball-bearing rounds packed into the Klashnikov's magazine, spitting rounds of fire at 9000m/s. He lowered the rifle as the beast crashed to the deck in a sodden pile of gore.

"Si, and that is how you get it done in my neighborhood," he stood up. "Too bad I never got to do that to mother Montoya, woulda spared a lot of grief..."

It kinda... vaguely... resembled a polar bear... just more teeth. He stared at it a moment, wondering what all the fuss was about... when he noticed that it wasn't alone.

While the large one had been rather easy to kill, the small ones swarming around the mound, were not. Agile, quick, and far too many of them.

Alvarez gaped at them, then at mother who he had just gunned down, and realized that he was in a lot of trouble.

"Oh... crap..." he commented, turning tail and running as fast as his short legs could propel him, back through the deck, a hundred hungry little beasties, hot on his heels.

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[Violette]

The Omicron Beta jumphole lit up an inferno of anomalous energy, glowing furiously as a small pack of ships jumped into Omicron-64. Leading the pack was the CPW-Valentina, it turned towards the location of the Kerimov and engaged it's cruise engines, pulling the other ships with it.

"This is Captain Winters of the Valentina to the CPR-Kerimov, figured you'd welcome a relief effort and the extra guns"

As Stacy spoke, a couple of Repair Ships and a couple of Borderworlds Transports passed the Valentina, approaching the worst-hit of the Coalition ships.

"And with permission Lt. Colonel Razin, sir, I have a pack of specially trained airmen in my hold waiting to be deployed, just give the word and we're there, Winters out"

She brought her ship towards the location of the Kerimov, ready to move on the Alien Derelict if ordered.