Operation Hammer of Dawn

[Moreton]

Onyx Team, cloaked by the stations hull. Just over the stations engineering.


'Charges are in place Commander.'

'Very well Night,' Commander Moreton took his attention off his first officer, they had no idea what to expect, nether of them were trained marines but Overwatch wanted a pair of fleet officers on the ground.

'Right men, we've been over this a dozen times already, breech, shoot advance. Don't give them cardi-heads a chance to react. They'll be unprepared and taken by surprise, the faster we move the less chance there is they'll get organised.'

'No prisoners' Sargent Stevens added, to which the marines cheered. 'They enjoy their work far too much,' Moreton whispered. 'Yes sir, but they'll get the job done'. Night was once a pilot, one of the best in the fleet, until a complete disregard of orders got him stuck as a crewman on a Respheh. Now he enjoyed working under his old friend. Yet standing in front of the door of the unknown brought back many old feelings of flying into uncharted space, to reek havoc on the enemy where a seconds hesitation or one wrong move could bring death. Now he was doing it all again behind an assault rifle instead of a cockpits panel controls.

'The green light will be any second, so remember, it'll be close gruesome work, keep your sidearms close and watch your spacing! I don't want to see one proton grenade wipe out half my squad.'

'Somethings wrong' Night whispered, 'we should've got the green light by now.'

'Any Second now..'

Two words went though Moreton's earpiece

'THERE IT IS!'

'Let's go! GO! GO!'