Forsaken

[Misha_Gottlich]

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[REBOOTING]... Standby...
[LIFE SUPPORT]
[SENSORY SYSTEMS]: [color=#00FF00]Active
[MOBILITY SYSTEMS]: Active
[SUPPORT SYSTEMS]: Active
[WEAPON SYSTEMS]: Active
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[REBOOTING]: Complete

"Ughh... AHhhh... Not again. *****!"

Taden's head was pounding and his chest felt heavy. He was waking up, once again, this time embedded in the wall paneling of a corridor on the Overlord. He glanced around at his surroundings and assessed his situation. The cruiser he had been on was a mangled mass of metal and electronics all heat welded to the stress-buckled hull of the larger capital ship. The emergency force-fields were holding and gravity functions remained normal. The hallway he was in was barely recognizable as anything but a debris field. The passage was all but sealed off by the remains of the violent impact.

Taden began peeling himself from the wreckage of the cruiser surrounding him. His internal CPU AI had picked up the presence of several other Core| members, including the unmistakable signature of the Guildmaster. They all were in one location, but not moving. Harrs shook off the pain and began to make his way through the difficult terrain towards the friendly life-signs. As he squeezed himself out of the twisted corridor, he registered movement among the other friendly survivors of the impact. Good! He was glad he wasn't going to have to carry anyone out of this mess but himself! Hopefully anyway...

Taden emerged from the ruined corridor and picked up the pace a bit now that he wasn't hampered by quite as much debris. He still had to dodge fallen ship panels or stomp out unconscious Liberty crewmen. He almost felt pity, but there could be no survivors this day. He turned down another hallway and was soon within sight of the rest of the rescue party and the Guildmaster, the infamous Jack Daniels. Harrs joined the group and took a kneeling position to rest a moment while Daniels relayed the plan.

"The bridge is on the other side of this door. You can bet your sweet asses that whenever we open the door, a flurry of all kinds of shit will come our way. Be ready."

Taden did a final check of his internal systems. Life support, muscle augmentation, combat processing, and weapon systems were all cranked up to maximum operating output. He was well prepared to unleash fury on whatever target the Guildmaster pointed him at. Since he was easily the largest and most heavily armored of the boarding party at hand, Taden took up position at the front of the formation, closest to the doorway to the hostile bridge. He wrapped his ballistics cloak around his shoulders and arm and adapted a sturdy guarded firing stance with his S.E.P.E.-Cuff aimed at the doors to the bridge. He was ready for combat. Let them come! Taden waited for the word from the Guildmaster...

""It's go time, let's storm this bitch!"

Taden let out a battle cry as the party seethed forward. This was the moment he had been waiting for. The Infected scum here would feel the wrath of the Dark Harrs!

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...At The Bridge Of The Overlord...

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