A story for benjamin! I don't know, I was bored I guess. Thunk... There it was again, That muted crashing. Thunk... Another one. Closer this time. Bloody hell, Why now?! Thunk! Why now of all times, when it seemed to be the most inconvenient?! THUNK! Louder this time. Then silence. A bated breath seemed to encompass them all as they glanced about in a mixture of panic, woe, uncertainity. Sheep whom turned to a single gobsmacked figure, perched in his command chair as a muted paragon of newfound incompetence. Visors left consoles, reflecting red in the silent flashing red-strewn beacon holster that was the Orion. Those very visors now regarding their captain and going to quiet realisation as to their situation, A dire one. Their captain gave a croak, Stannier Voln voicing his first order since the noises began. "Prepare to repel boarders." Funny that, The whisper that escaped his lips was all but audible, save for the fact that it reverberated with a barely restrained calm across the already quaking corridors of the ship. A scuffling immediately began as the none-essential crew made a sped leg towards the nearest armour depositories and weapon emplacements. One engineer barely keeping an eye on the life support with a shaky glance as his attents fixated instead on charging the capacitors for the internal energy turrets they had had retrofitted just a bare series of hours before the risky venture. Sets of hands snatched at weapons, repair equipment, Armour racks. A quiet panicked fixation about the gestures as the dire nature of the situation wore on. But then what? What foretold fate would befit the straggled band of barely competent folk? Then it began anew. SCREEEEE!! A single penetrating screech, causing a shudder as breaching charges detonated across the port side of the vessel, a boarding tube plunging itself into the twisted metal of the craft in the manner of a sick parody of a blood gorged mosquito. Metal shook against metal with a crunching protest. A twisted flower of steel blooming within the ship, coupler opening to reveal something reeling. Disgusting. Peter bed. A volley of unnatural screeching barks emitted throughout the ship from the opening, grenades flung in to create a smoke infested atmosphere diffused by the snapping barks of ballistic weaponry in the crimson flashing corridors. The bare thing holding the oxygen in little more than the futile attempts at a forcefeild generator sparking in the neglected back of the mining platform, pushed to it's limits. The first man fell, to a dark blur of a pouncing object. A wailing hiss and the squeal of servos were accompanied by the sound of a sequence. The crunch of ineffective armour rending, then flesh, then bone. cutting the screaming of the flailing security force operative no sooner than his armour rended useless. A sight then lingered on the deck as the rest of the obsidian shapes moved around in the smoky confines. Those gathered would have been besotted with a glance of something somewhat twisted. Uncannily uncommon in this day and age. A German Shepherd. A blood soaked thing with jowls lined with cybernetic enhancements and genetically modified notions perverse to nature. A snarl followed as the beast bounded forwards, it's teeth lined with the glow of a plasma infusion. No wonder armour seemed ineffective. It seemed the bastards had released these things and hoped they cleared the floors for the pirates to simply stride into a blood strewn and sparce deck. One pair of hands disagreed with this concept. He could only ponder the repercussions of his antics, had he the time, he would have cared. Alas, the gravity of the situation took him as he heard the ever more sporadic and desperate gunfire slowly cease with the screaming. That pair of hands rested on a mining laser, and a data panel for the engineering deck. Already pre-prepared for the moment in a quick and hasty rig-fix. That Mobiglass read the simple words "Re-route power to Mining Laser, Yes? No?" A finger slipped across the yes icon as the entire ship fell dark, Save for the muted thrum of an overheating laser in space. Directed at a cutlass parasitically sat astride their home. The other hand didn't hesitate as it's finger tore at the trigger, Causing a quiet, muted reaction of shields protesting, Failing, Erupting. The single laser, constructed to separate rock on a molecular level with an electrical charge erupted with a current of light, slicing neatly across the ship from bow to stern. It seemed the cutlass has lowered it's own shields. But why? The operative could only ponder, or rather would, had his luck not been so dire. Men, women, cargo, all seemed to evaporate into space in a diffusion of bodies, alive and dead into the cold abyssal dark that awaited them. Fortunate the wreck of an Orion had closed the majority of the breach doors prior to attempt to mitigate the collateral and leave the rest to the internal turrets and security forces. Soon after, a sigh escaped the mans lips as he leaned, slumped against his harness. Unfastening it as he ran to the bridge to get a re-assessment of the situation. They all appeared to be dead, other than the engineer, who lay panting for breath, flopping to the floor in a dead heap as one of the dogs lapped at his life-essence in mockery of the food chain. Within moments the gravity of the situation wore in. He was alone. Alone. The word felt as cold as the space outside. And yet, already the majority of the canines were already flocking to him, as tame as can be with a wary series of sniffs and cautious glances. It seemed whatever had inspired their frenzy died with the ship. Probably some kind of remote controlled implant he summaries before sprinting for a way out. Now, he had never been a man of unlawful nature, yet he scooped the most valuable things he could find, and made way for his only way out.A beaten prospector, That ironically enough, was already stuffed inconveniently with blood soaked, panting and casual cybernetic pooches, Peering at him as he slipped inside and took the flight controls. What a tight squeeze. But with one way out, Why the bloody hell would any man argue with a pack of unpredictable cybernetic, genetically modified pack-dogs? f**k that! END!