Ghosts of the Past...

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Captain Allineare was beginning to get a headache from all this. First strange sightings. A fragile partnership with this new Sin|tech organization, including hunts together for wierd looking ships. And now the sudden and confusing disappearance of one of their best Destroyers and its captain. And added to that there was no sign of the ship anywhere. After the Sigtryggr had arrived at Cella Dor they had searched the space around it for any sign of the missing ship. After finding no results they moved their search to the planet itself. No sign of the destroyer, the unknown ships it reported contact with, or the Corsair fighter wing. They had searched the entire Omicron Gamma system for hours with no more results than what they got at the planet. He had writen and sent a report back to the main base, and Lord Captain Luciaden.

Captain Allineare: Lieutenant take us back to the shipyards. There is nothing here left to find.

Large crunching sounds in the background. The ship jerks, almost spinning. The lights dim, red sirens start to go on and off, the sound is defeaning.

Captain Allineare: What the hell! Lieutenant Deiran put all power to our engines, get us out of here! Ensign Yetan I want all sensor recordings you can get out there, I want to know what hit us when we get out of here. And someone cut out those damned sirens!

The sirens cut out and the ringing in yours slowly dies away. All you hear are the shouting between the bridge officers and the thrum of the large engines.

Ensign Yaeron: Sir, damage report. Though unsure of what it was that caused the damage we are quite sure of the damages it has done. something hit us in the middle portside of the ship and literially shreded the armor and hull there. Whatever it was it went straight through our shields. Even the particle shields designed to stop meterial objects. The emergancy doors locked down the area so we didn't lose air pressure in the ship, but everyone in the area was sucked out into the vacuum. No critical systems damaged as far as we can tell.

Lieutenant Deiran: Sir, we are on course to the shipyard, whatever hit us seems to have disappeared.

Just then a large reddish, diamond-like mass appeared before the bridge viewports. From what he could see of it, it looked like the tip of a stilactite, or crystal. He couldn't see the rest of the ship and assumed it was off the port side of the ship, where they had been hit before. Before much more than that could go through his brain the crystal pivited like an arm and slammed tip first into the bridge. Adrenaline shot through Captain Allineare as the force to the wind shooting out into the vacuum started to pull him towards the edge of the captain's command balcony. He quickly grabbed a hold of the command chair and began dragging himself to the bridge door, which was quickly closing to prevent air loss to the rest of the ship. The door was almost completely closed by the time he managed to pull himself all the way to it. Dispair flooded through him as he realised he was about to die. His grip on the door's handle started to slip, loosened by the sweat that had been soaking his hand. Just as his hand slipped off the handle a hand shot out from the doorway and grabbed onto his wrist. Two marines were standing in the doorway, one holding the door open and holding onto the shirt back of the other, while he dragged the captain into the the auxilery command room behind the bridge. As the marine let go of the door and it shut he collapsed into the chair, faint from the exertions of getting out of the bridge.

Captain?...

He looked up to see Lieutenant Deiran standing beside him with a cut on his forhead with blood dripping down the side of his face. Allineare managed a grim smile. He hadn't thought anyone else would have gotten out of the bridge.

Sir? Are you okay?

Deiran touched his shoulder and he looked down. Thats when he noticed what Deiran was talking about. A rather large peice of glass was sticking into his arm. His eyes started to lose focus.

Lieutenant Deiran was about to order the captain to go to the medical unit and get himself checked at when his eyes rolled up into his head and he fell from the chair, landing on the floor.

Lieutenant Deiran: Get him to the medical bay, I'll get the ship out of here.

He grabbed the controls for the ship while the marines behind him picked up the captain and quickly carried him away.

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