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The doors to the station shuddered, as the guards through their weight against it. At any moment they would try breaching charges.

"This is about to get very bad," Katz remarked looking up at the dome above the platform.

The roar down the transit tunnel took them all by surprise, as the Storm gunship slammed to a stop emerging from the double-wide tunnel to their right. Emergency bulkheads were slamming closed back along the ruptured tunnel, sealing the gunship inside the domed station.

"Pasha," Katz chuckled into his TAC. "Nice timing."

In answer, one of the primary turrets on the gunboat swiveled and took aim at the doors, as the gunboat's hatch cycled open.

Katz gestured for Ling and the other Lt.'s to get aboard, stepping up the short ladder as the Social Credit shimmered back into cloak.

Not a moment too soon, as the guards breached the station doors.

They rushed into the station in tactical formation, sweeping too and fro, hearing the rush of VTOL engines, but not seeing whatever was in the station with them. The twin anti-personal guns under the ship swung left and right spitting machine gun fire, carving them to ribbons.

Back in the cockpit, Katz slid into the pilots seat, angling the nose up and using a battle razor to punch a hole in the dome. Back into space, the Social Credit hugged the station, watching the station come alive with fighters launching, searching for the hidden assailant.

"Well now," Katz murmured. "It's down to bulldog now."

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