The shattered edge

[Shagohad]

She didn't even respond to Khan. She hated him. So very much. Her gaze fell across the crew of the ship, all looking to her expectantly. "Bring us around. And prepare our special cargo for battle..." She stood up quickly, turning on her heel, and headed off the bridge; her coat flailing behind her.

Her hand dipped into her coat, fishing out the headset and wrapping it around her scalp, setting the earpiece in place. It was rather small and fancy; a gift from the Corsairs. She spoke into the microphone that perched itself on her cheek, "Via, we have work to do. I want a light combat frame sent to the docking bay."

A soft, monotonous tone responded, "Da, Tovarisch. I go where I am needed."

Her pace increased as she approached the docking bay, her hands undoing the buttons to her coat and her dress shirt, hooking a left and advanced upon a row of marines, all dressed in standard combat armor and toting automatic weapons. A man stepped up to her, offering a set of personalized armor in one hand and an odd weapon in the other. With a quick motion, she pulled her dress shirt over her head and handed it to an aid, taking the armored shirt and pulling it over her undershirt. The armored EVA suit was formfitting, but armored in the more vital areas, giving it a rather chunky look.

When she finished adjusting the armor, she turned to the marines, speaking loudly, "All of you have orders to kill what ever isn't bearing the hammer of the Coalition! If you are given the order to kill, you will do so, or I will shoot you myself." With that, she took the weapon from the man and slung it over her shoulder. "You are the best. So I expect the best." Her gaze diverted to a humanoid object that stepped from a cargo elevator, a myriad of weapon systems built into its arms, chest, and shoulders. Without a word it stepped to the main loading door, its stance shifting to that of alertness.

"Maintain radio contact, check your corners, remember your training, and keep your Comrades safe."

The marines replied with an enthusiastic, "Get some!" then fell in rank behind the machine. Angelic grabbed a featureless face mask from a crewman and slid it over her head, the built-in HUD sharpening her view of things. With a loud roar, machines set into motion to open the cargo doors, the black expanse of the alien warship they had docked with filling their view. Without any hesitance, the machine and the men charged inside, weapons raised. Angelica followed closely behind, her eyes on the progress of the men more than they were on the hellhole they had just stepped into.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"