Mayday in Tau-31

[Kane]

DarkStar grinned at the two holding him.
"You really think you can keep me, don't you?" One of them took example from Shieks and punched him.
"Ah, the young and ignorent. That's not a punch... This is!" He herked his arm out from the marines grasp and pulled back. He let loose, his hand connecting with the mans jaw. His hand kept going. The marines' jaw flew off his face, spraying his comrad and DarkStar with blood and bone. The man DarkStar punched was dead, half his face missing. The other backed up to a wall, his weapon forgotten.
"Oh please... don't!" Hi scream never finished. DarkStar was on him in a flash, driving his fingers into the mans cheast. He ripped through the armor, flesh, and the ribcage and grasped the mans heart. The man gasped and choked.
"You... can't... be..."
"Real?" DarkStar laughed. "Oh, i'm very real. Nothing personal, by the way. You just happened to be on the wrong side... That of humanity." DarkStar squeezed and ripped out his heart. The marine was dead before he hit the floor. DarkStar pulped the heart in his hand and dropped it on the cooling corpse below him. He licked the blood on his fingers.
"Hmph... I could get used to this kind of thing." He walked over to the blast doors that lead to the docking bay. "All right! Come out now! We've got some more killing to do!"
One of the chaingun commandos stirred, reaching for the weapon lying near him. Two with Flechette guns pulled themselfs out of scraped ships and other things.
"Hmm... Only you three? Well now, they'll have to pay for that, won't they?"
The only answer was the metalic clicks from the Flechette guns and the chaingun, loading new rounds into their cambers.
"Come, my commandos... Let's pay the AW back for that little peice of insolence."

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The Battlestar continued to launch wings of fighters. Sabers, Titans, and a variety of other ships were beginning to fill the space around the Jinsei-Akki. It was almost as if the ship had an unlimmited supply of the things, spewing them forth again and again. For evry ship that the Allied forces took down, two more would fill it's place. And the allies were running out of fighters. Gamma wing was no longer the only ones, as Alpha and Beta wings had joined it. The bombers sewed Nova torpedos left and right, sending them smashing into gunboats, cruisers, and battleships. Dab's battleship was hit again and again, the Maul almost took one in the command bridge, the gunboat circling the battleships had three flung up the engine, one of the last two Kirshiro gunboats was cracked open like an egg, and just about any other large ship has suffered at least one torpedo from either Alpha, Beta, or Gamma, or some combination thereof. Things were not looking good.

***

A transmission came to Dab as he dodged another diving attack wing of Sabers.
"Lord Captain Dab, this is the Kusari Royal Navy. We have come to take control of this situation." 5 battleships, compleate with 10 destroyer escorts and twice as many gunboats along with a large number of fighter wings entered the system.
"We are en route to your position. ETA is 5 minuts. Stand by."

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