The two Sabres flew into the docking bay slowly, as if nothing in the world could be important enough to hasten them. The soldiers outside, waiting for the bay to repressurize, were anything but nonchalant. Fidgeting was normal; only the most battle-hardened men were still, used to the idea of facing death every time they fought.
The docking bay doors slid closed slowly, the feel of heavy machinery vibrating the floor beneath the soldiers boots. The Sabres didnt set down, though. As soon as the doors closed, they burst in, guns hoisted and aimed at the Sabres, yelling for them to get out. One of the Sabres twisted to the side and let loose a salvo of Krakens, ripping bloody holes in the ranks of the soldiers. Screaming of pain and rage and death replaced the previous screaming, as men hit cover or died.
The second Sabre set down on a pad, the blue glow and rust combining to prove the fear of the rumors that these were ghost ships true. A blue apparition flew through the canopy without it opening, eyes glowing red as it lunged for the closest soldier. The shots went straight through his body.
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