Treacherous sides

[Goliath]

. . .Corsair Battleship "Salamanca". . .
. . .Omicron Lost. . .

It took the Battleship roughly one whole day to reach Omicron Lost. The uninfected crew started to make assumptions nearing the true reason why The Salamanca had come to this lone, dark system. Everything was silent. No human ships around except the eight deployed Corsair Titans, Gladiators and Centurions - and one single scout. A Decurion. The Corsairs who banded together had started to raise questions, and soon after pick up any sharp objects around, threatening to kill the High Command if not given answers. Surprisingly, some even had pistols, rifles, and stun batons.

Ernesto closed his eyes, then looked at the Lieutenant sitting beside him, then nodded. Benitez wasted no time and lifted the lid of a red button, slamming it with determination. The alarms had turned on across the Battleship. Subsystems began to turn off. Communications. Lights. All but life support. The enlightened marines, security guards and crew quickly came out of the rooms they were stationed in. All of them being armed to the teeth - as much as they'd disguise would allow.

. . . Through the Eyes of a Blind Man . . .

Pedro Enrique. Ernesto's mentor who went through hell and back to make sure the goofy Corsair stayed alive. Roughly 1.60m tall, brown eyes, nearly bald, and with thick glass lenses. He wasn't with the rest of the crew that took up arms against Ernesto's plans next to the control room. With a tired look, he got up from the cozy couch he slept in all day long - woken up by the sound of plasma rifles hitting the walls. "Mierda! What are these idiots doing!?" was the only sentence he could say before a plasma bolt nearly left him without a head as he peeked outside the room. He nearly pulled out his head again to rise his fist and yell at the one who shot, but was pulled back by an engineer. "I got you, filthy traitor!" said the young man to Pedro, holding a knife at his throat and about to slice it. "The Mighty Empire will not take your treachery!" he continued with a silent volume. The old man was simply dazed, trying to free himself. "H-Hold on now, kid! Put the knife down and let's talk! If it's about the rum I might have stolen from your stash, then I can explain!"

The young engineer's name was Alexander. 20 years old, fresh out of the boot camp. He strengthened his grip on the knife, about to slice Pedro's throat open, but then he remembered. The old rascal was sleeping the whole time, not even caring about what's going on. He put the knife down, sliding it into the holster before running away. "Don't try following me, or I'll have you cut open like a pig!"

Pedro didn't even try to look back. In fact, he ran the opposite way, puzzled by what was going on. Through the same doorway he nearly lost his head to, he peeked once more, seeing more cretans running his way, but not to threaten him with petty knives. No. They were running from someone. Plasma bolts were shot as they ran. Some were slipping by, but most hit their target, leaving the men and women fall down to the ground. The attackers' silhouettes couldn't be seen at all from Pedro's point of view, because of the darkness. What he could see, however, were pairs of eyes glowing purple, approaching him. "Pendehos have slipped in...!" he said, as he made a run for one of the other rooms, knowing full well that those who shot fellow cretans wouldn't just stop at them, and he would be next. He couldn't be more right.

As the plasma bolts were hitting the walls around him, Pedro was losing his breath due to the instant effort he put in to survive. He eventually reached a hallway with a clear view at the main docking bay. Dozens of crewmates were fighting the marines and security guards in the dark. Unfortunately, the odds were against the crew as they simply weren't equipped - or prepared - for combat with low visibility. Their numbers were dwindling at a fastening rate, with some even trying to run away through the connected corridors. Sadly, none could make it out. Stunned by this horrifying view, Pedro briefly lost his balance, supporting himself against the wall. He didn't want to be one of those crewmates, and decided to flee from the scene straight for the escape pods.

The pods, however, were already fired, welded or simply disabled, leaving only a few that the attackers might have missed to take care of. He looked out the window only to see those few pods that have been launched in space be disabled one by one. The complete darkness of Omicron Lost didn't make it easy to see which ships would do such a thing, but it didn't take long for Pedro to realize the cruel truth. Some of the ships were not human. The color made by their guns were bright purple, and made a sound similar to the cursed Nomad weapons. Not only that, but along them, Corsair Ships were also firing on the pods. Those "Salamanca Mk.II"'s were unmistakable for other guns. The Nomads have tricked us! I have to tell Er-" said Pedro before his realization was cut short by the sound of a pistol.

. . . Through the Eyes of a Light's Servant . . .

"I know, amigo." said Ernesto as he lowered the Plasma Pistol - its barrel still smoking as Pedro fell on the ground. Two guards behind him were repeatetly shooting any nearby corpses as he walked towards Pedro's body. "You should have kept sleeping. I really didn't want this to happen." said the not-so-goofy Captain before staring through the window. The Scorpion Gunboats had arrived just in time, and surely they did the job right. The infighting had slowly come to an end in the last hours with Ernesto's men suffering few casualties, and the crew which fought valiantly for its survival to be silenced. Many have died, and few prisoners were taken in, leaving the Battleship to be currently understaffed.

Time passed, and the Murmillo was slowly getting cleaned up, with the bodies being thrown in the leftover escape pods, then ejected into space for the Scorpions to blow up. By then, Ernesto had already returned to the main bridge. He took a quick glance at the navigator's set course, then looked outside to see the escorts in formation. "Set course for Tohoku."

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