The ship which never was

[LegendOfTheWolf]

Invisible Threat

4 Hours until Rendezvous

Robinson looked out from the bridge into Deltas beauty, never before had he noticed it’s colours merging together. It was stunning, though when the thought of the green merging with the purple it reminded him of how far away from home he was. Liberty, Texas.

Robinson snapped out of it, remembering home would keep his mind busy, and not focused on the task in hand. It had been 2 hours since the bridge learnt that the random crashes weren’t random. Each officer had a look on them which all matched.
Moral was low, and nothing Robinson could do, he had his men working hard on the case, it was as if, the crew didn’t have a LSF operation to prepare for.
In the last hour Robinson learnt that the first crash happened after a supply ship dropped off several food rations and a standard amount of H-Fuel. So the current theory was that someone, had given a officer with access to the core room a device with certain codes which encrypts itself into the core’s base code. For now, engineering have been working against the active code, to stop any other system being infected, as for the firewall it would have to remain down until a permanent fix has been found.
The thing which worried Robinson the most, is that he is surrounded by possible suspects, everyone one on the bridge had access to security systems, as well as the core room.
Suddenly all the lights went out, and the sound of system shutting down echoed throughout the ship shaking the veins of Nebulus.
“Captain, we’ve lost all power” The bridge went black, after a few seconds the red filter lights engaged, using up the emergency generators.
Robinson looked around and saw a figure run out of the bridge. Robinson sprung to his feet.
“Get the power back on !” Robinson said, as he ran out following the figure.
Robinson followed the figure as fast as he could but the target was faster, much faster, the corridors began to fill as everyone ran to their station, keeping up with the target was impossible, eventually Robinson lost sight of him and stopped, out of breath Robinson keeled over.
“Robinson to Bridge, dispatch a security team to the core room” he yelled after pushing the communication device in his ear, no response.

As Robinson returned to the bridge, the power was still down.
“Captain, is everything okay?” Morris asked, as he took a quick glimpse over his shoulder.
“He was here, in this very room… When power returns I want footage of the bridge.” Robinson ordered, still out of breath.
Robinson took a quick look around his bridge trying to account for his missing bridge officers.
Evans and a weapon technician were missing.
“Anyone see Evans or Morgan?” Robinson demanded, still looking around him. The bridge officers shook their heads, they must have been focused on trying to get their consoles back online.
Robinson shook his head
“I don’t beleive it ! How long until full power returns?” Robinson yelled.
Morris pushed a bunch of button on his console.
“The core should be on stand-by, so engineering should be able to supply---”
Morris voice was lost.
“Morris?!” Robinson shouted.
“I can’t get systems back online…” Morris voice turned to a dark daunting tone. One which was full of ache and fear.
“Morris! Why cant we get power online again?!” Robinson said as he marched over to Morris’s console.
“This isn’t a power outage… it’s a full core lockdown”
Robinson gritted his teeth, his hands made deadly fists.
“Get communications back” Robinson said, his tone sharp. It was like his voice cut through all the equipment and dug in deep within the bridge officers.

Robinson ran over to his chair, hit his security code into his chair. A compartment opened, revealing 3 mid range blaster pistols.
“Sinclaire” Robinson said, throwing him one of the pistols.
“Morris, Anderson, I want you both to draw all the power to communications, then notify security to secure the core room, and engineering.”
Both of them nodded, then turned their chairs to the consoles.
Sinclaire loaded his pistol and low pitched humming noise filled the room.
The two of them headed towards the core room, Robinson had already ran down the same corridors today this time Robinson wanted his ship back in control, today.
As Sinclare and Robinson stacked outside the core room, they double checked their weapons before heading in, Robinson lead, following closely by Sinclaire, the pair of them had partnered up before with training exercises, but this time it was no exercise, Robinson wasn’t afraid to kill anyone who opposes his ship.
“The captain” A voice screamed out, on the top left balcony, before either officer had chance to aim, a blast flew past them, the two of them hide behind opposing walls.
“Captain Robinson, I highly recommend you surrender now” echoed throughout the room, it was hard to hear with the core before them, but the crew member yelled enough for them to hear clearly.
Though the lights were out, the light from the Core provided enough lighting to acquire targets.
“Lewis, 1 target top balcony, another two on the right balcony. I count 4 on the ground.” Robinson took a quick peek from behind the wall, Sinclair seemed right, and accepted the information.
“10-4, you take the right targets, I will take the left, starting with the balconies.” Robinson replied, trying to remember what cover each target had.
“This is your captain officers, your demand is an act of mutiny. Give yourselves in, or face your fate.” Robinson said this, knowing that this group of individuals had already gotten away with too much. If this was the threat, Robinson would gladly kill them all.
“Captain, we have your core. And with the core, comes great power” laughed one of the men.
As Sincaire and Robinson readied themselves, the final peek revealed a group fo dead bodies on the floor, security and their weapons no where to be seen.
“Sinclare, they have rifles. I presume those bodies are form security.” Robinson explained.
“Noted, on your mark” Sinclaire said, not giving the captain a single stare.
“Last chance, gentlemen!” Robinson shouted.
“Haha ! No captain this is-” A blast round burst into the officers chest, silencing his sentence.
Robinson and Sinclaire moved up, only spending 2-3 shots per target. One of the rounds managed to get close to Sinclair enough for him to feel the heat of the round.
Robinson pivoted shooting another officer in the chest, as he came out for a shot.
Above him on the walk way, the light from the core revealed it was bridge technician Marshall. Robinson wanted him alive, and shot losey shots through the walk way causing the technician to lose balance and fall to the ground.
Sinclaire fired 4 final rounds before the final cry of pain rang through the room.

After the shootout, Sinclare secured Marshell with binders, and Robinson began to take note of the dead. The security team were rookies, newly trained. By the way they lay they had been taken by surprise, 9 Naval officers lay dead in total. No survivors.
As for the other side, 6 dead, 1 alive, Marshell.
“Sir, whats our l-”
“9, Frank, 9 of ours.” Robinson said coldly his weapon still in his hand ready for another wave.
Robinson looked at Marshell, his face was burnt, must have been one of the shots hit the metal a burst into sparks.
“He’s binded, Sir. He won't do anymore harm” Sinclaire notified Robinson, Sinclair always new when Robinsons thoughts turned to dark deeds.
Robinson nodded.
“Good, now lets get this core operational again” Robinson said, looking over his shoulder…
It took a while for Robinson and Sinclair to boot the core manually, and soon afterwards, the lights came on throughout the ship like a great hall.
“Robinson to bridge - do you copy?”
“Aye captain, is everything okay?” Morrises voice came through the communicator.
“Negative, dispatch a medical team, and a security team to the core room.”
“Right away”
“Morris, did you manage to get communications to security during the blackout?”
“Negative, you were the first person to use comms since the black out, why do you ask?”
“Because there a squad here, dead.” Robinson terminated the channel, and the two friends shared a look of great concern, both of them thinking the same question. What was a security squad doing in the core room during the black out? And if they used their initiative, why didn’t they entrench themselves?

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