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-----Science station on the far side of Ruthless Slaughter space-----
Scientist1: I think we've got it! Quickly Johnson! Apply the growth horomone to specimen 4!

Scientist2: Got it, applying new formula. With this, hunger throughout the universe will we nothing more than a memory. Why, an entire armiy can live off two cows! Engaged!

He pushes a button and a green tank is inserted into the outlet of TANK 4, containing a leech. Once the seal reads green, a switch is flipped and black gas filters into the tank.

Scientist1: All systems green. The creature is growing at the projected rate of two inches per minute.

Scientist2: OK, let's shut it off before it outgrows its tank.

He pushes another button and the gas filters back into the tank. It then detaches and is robotically moved to a storage area.

Scientist1: We did it! Consider hunger a mere memory!

The other scientist fetches champaigne. They leave to celebrate with the other twenty scientists in the habitat area. Shortly after they leave, a red light flashes in the control room signifying that there was a breach-In TANK 4!

Starbase Waypoint, near the heart of Dominion space

Com: Sir, picking up a distress call from Science Station 211. It says something's loose, please send- wait, it just stopped.

Capt. Sisko: Probably just a malfunction. Ask what happened.

Com: Done. They're sending a reply, the English is pretty bad, but it's legible.


Siense Stashon 211
Evereething ok. No need worry. Evereething ok.

Capt. Sisko: They should really have someone look at that com system...

2 years later, the scheduled supply transport has just arrived at the science station

Pilot: SS 211, this is freighter Lifeline requesting landing over.

SS 211: This is SS 211, we have opened the bay doors, you are clear.

Pilot: Roger that.

20 minutes later, Starbase Waypoint

Com: Distress call from freighter Lifeline en route to 211! Response coming from the station. They say it was a malfunction and that we shouldn't send anyone to check.

Capt.: This has happened before. Dispatch a freighter to drop a buoy. I want that space quarantined! Alert the President!

Com: Done sir.

President R.L.'s office

Aid: Sir, the space near Science Station 211 has been quarantined. Communiques suggest something is terribly wrong.

R.L.: Send a message all frequencies, all channels. Tell anyone that can hear it to be on high alert. Send the War Cruiser Nova's Fury to check it out.

The aid rushes out to complete his new tasks. Shortly after a War Cruiser, the backbone of the RS spaceforce, set out to SS 211 with a contingent of 50 Shadow Troopers to investigate. The War Cruiser is 650 meters long with immensely powerful armor and shields. It has 50 phaser banks and has four quantum torpedo tubes that can fire in three round bursts. Twenty minutes later, a priority 1 message was sent through the quadrant:

Stay away from Sector 27-96. It is quarantined space. The Dominion of Ruthless Slaughter will not stop you, but after passing the sensor buoy, you take your life/lives into your own hands and we will not take responsibility. We urge you to keep at least a two light year distance of the area. You have been warned.
The Dominion of Ruthless Slaughter

BUMP
Come on, guys. Good future tech RPs don't come around that much anymore.

OOC:
Mind some fantasy tech? I cant send much, maybe just an explorer ship...

OOC:
Mind some fantasy tech? I cant send much, maybe just an explorer ship...
Not at all, as long as it's somewhat feasible.
EDIT: By that I mean you could have the most ridiculous thing in the world, but I'd accept it if it had a single laser cannon or something like that.

OCC: ok i'll join in here is a map of Veskaland space: We have alien allies, We being Terran we are allies with the Rahgari and the Xu-Adey we are enemies with the Mahdi. The Key is below:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/veskaland/vs_map_top.gif
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/veskaland/vs_full_map1.png

Cool, you're in too. We can pick up where it left off, the message was sent all frequencies and channels across the quadrant.

OOC:
Ive explained most of my tech that isnt blindingly obvious, but I dont use lasers, a mix of fantasy and modern...EX: I use wooden ships as spacecraft :P
Most of the power comes from specific crystals.
And I sort of use lasers...though I call them Thaum Cannons and they are a bit differnt.
http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=356600

On another note, im not an entirly human nation, there are some Greenskined species (Goblins, trolls) and elfs...

IC:
The HMS Farsight ploughed its way through the stars. This was originaly quite difficult because the horses kept imploding. But then a kind person had taken the Goblin crew chiefs aside and explained things.
The ship was not particularly well armed, only two Tguns and five conventional cannons to a side.
It did however have the latest in sensor technology, four high-function CB (crystal ball) scanners manned by a quite skilled team of mages looking for...well, looking for anything. So far they had found a number of metal boxes with funny wings. The Goblins said they were some kind of food, but Goblins said that about everything. Further study had been cut short when a troll had eaten the thing, apparently proving that it was in fact, food.
Two hours later something differnt came over the CB's.
"'Scuze me, Mr. Mage, da senser guys, dey say dat deys getting sometin' funny o'er da CB's, dey say you gonna wanna see dis." A squat Goblinoid face peered over the Archmages desk. Behind the huge nose two equally oversized eyes stared out from a skull that they didnt seem to quite fit into. A few toothy projections stuck up near the nostrils.
"Fine. Get back to work." The Archmage stretched, stood up and stalked down the corridor. He had been reading, he hated being interrupted.

When he arrived he immidiatly saw what was wrong, each of the CB's was flashing red very brightly, one had burned out and exploded, throwing an apprentice across the room into a pile of spare, uncharged, energy crystals, a number of the sharp points protruded from his chest and a team of healers was working feverishly, the mans eyes wandered wildly, but he seemed to be calm otherwise.
The Archmage read the message flashing over and over in the ball, grunted, and turned to a speaking tube.
"Captain, get the Imps up here with some spare crystals, I want to find whatever 'sector 27-96' is and head that way, tell the crew to man battle stations and be ready for...unpleasantness."

OOC:
Ive explained most of my tech that isnt blindingly obvious, but I dont use lasers, a mix of fantasy and modern...EX: I use wooden ships as spacecraft :P
Most of the power comes from specific crystals.
And I sort of use lasers...though I call them Thaum Cannons and they are a bit differnt.
http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=356600

On another note, im not an entirly human nation, there are some Greenskined species (Goblins, trolls) and elfs...

IC:
The HMS Farsight ploughed its way through the stars. This was originaly quite difficult because the horses kept imploding. But then a kind person had taken the Goblin crew chiefs aside and explained things.
The ship was not particularly well armed, only two Tguns and five conventional cannons to a side.
It did however have the latest in sensor technology, four high-function CB (crystal ball) scanners manned by a quite skilled team of mages looking for...well, looking for anything. So far they had found a number of metal boxes with funny wings. The Goblins said they were some kind of food, but Goblins said that about everything. Further study had been cut short when a troll had eaten the thing, apparently proving that it was in fact, food.
Two hours later something differnt came over the CB's.
"'Scuze me, Mr. Mage, da senser guys, dey say dat deys getting sometin' funny o'er da CB's, dey say you gonna wanna see dis." A squat Goblinoid face peered over the Archmages desk. Behind the huge nose two equally oversized eyes stared out from a skull that they didnt seem to quite fit into. A few toothy projections stuck up near the nostrils.
"Fine. Get back to work." The Archmage stretched, stood up and stalked down the corridor. He had been reading, he hated being interrupted.

When he arrived he immidiatly saw what was wrong, each of the CB's was flashing red very brightly, one had burned out and exploded, throwing an apprentice across the room into a pile of spare, uncharged, energy crystals, a number of the sharp points protruded from his chest and a team of healers was working feverishly, the mans eyes wandered wildly, but he seemed to be calm otherwise.
The Archmage read the message flashing over and over in the ball, grunted, and turned to a speaking tube.
"Captain, get the Imps up here with some spare crystals, I want to find whatever 'sector 27-96' is and head that way, tell the crew to man battle stations and be ready for...unpleasantness."
OOC: Yeah, I'm cool with that. I like how the goblins speak in a Jamaicanish accent.
IC: War Cruiser Nova's Fury, passing the sensor buoy which was sending off the quarantine message.

Ops: Passing buoy and into point of no return. (that being the point when the Dominion no longer is responsible for whatever happens to you)

Capt. Taggart: Shields up, yellow alert. Commence scanning the station as soon as we're in range and ready the troops for anything.

Tactical: Aye, sir. And we seem to be picking up something-odd headed this way. It appears to a- Oh my God, it's a sailing ship! A wooden sailing ship!

Taggart: Uh, well, open a channel.

Com:Channel open.

Taggart: This is Captain Maxamillian Taggart of the Dominion starship Nova's Fury. This is a quarantined area. As the buoy stated, we will not try to stop you, but as long as a Dominion ship is in the area, you will be required to state your business.

A Pyramid Class Cruiser On A Long Range Scouting Mission
"Sir, We are recieving a communication, from an unknow source." shouted the radio operator. Captain Jacobs replied, "Well, patch it through then."

"Hmm. It might be intresting to just have a look around there. You know, sniff around where we dont belong." said Captain Jacobs. "Navigator plot a course for that area." continued on Captain Jacobs. "Aye sir" replied the navigator.

A wormhole opened up in front of the Cruiser, and it flew through the wormhole. When it rematerialized well past the bouy, and began to scan for anything that might cause for such a quarentine.

OOC: If its open to everyone, then I hope you don't mid if I join in on this RP.

A Pyramid Class Cruiser On A Long Range Scouting Mission
"Sir, We are recieving a communication, from an unknow source." shouted the radio operator. Captain Jacobs replied, "Well, patch it through then."

"Hmm. It might be intresting to just have a look around there. You know, sniff around where we dont belong." said Captain Jacobs. "Navigator plot a course for that area." continued on Captain Jacobs. "Aye sir" replied the navigator.

A wormhole opened up in front of the Cruiser, and it flew through the wormhole. When it rematerialized well past the bouy, and began to scan for anything that might cause for such a quarentine.

OOC: If its open to everyone, then I hope you don't mid if I join in on this RP.
OOC: By all means, all are welcome.

IC: Tactical:Another unknown ship sir.
Taggart: Damn! What the hell is this, a party!?!?!? Open a channel!

Com: Done.

Taggart: Attention unknown vessel, you are in a quarantined area. I am Captain Taggart of the Dominion starship Nova's Fury. I will kindly ask you to leave. As the marker broadcasted, I can't forcibly remove you, but I do ask that if you're not helping with the investigation that you stay out of the way. Something went wrong at one of our science stations, and a freighter has disappeared as well. We are currently seeing what happened, yet the entire quadrant seems to think "QUARANTINE" means "PLAYGROUND".

Will wil devote some cruisers and support craft to help keep the area locked down. Al-Imvadjah has dispatched 2 Archangels, 4 Angels, 2 Missionaries, and 4 Mules.

OOC: sorry but its late

Captain Jacobs walked over to the radio station, after hearing the message. He pressed the comm button down, and continued to say, "This is Captain Jacobs, of the Pyramid Class Cruiser, I like to call The Sandstone. If you wish, we'll lend a hand in your investigation, but we have no intention of leaving. Otherwise we'll continue on as we would, and stay out of your way."

After the message was being sent, the scanner man shouted to the captain, "I've found that science station, he was talking about." Captain Jacobs then replied, "Excellent, Navigator plot a course." The Navigator replied "Aye, sir". The ships sublite engines then propelled the ship towards the science station.

USS Nevada and the USS Fernandez flew through subspace at amazing speeds, when the worm hole opened a communications buoy activated."This area is under quarantine, enter at your own risk."
Admiral Vered aboard the Nevada ordered full sensor sweep every 5 seconds." As the entered the quaruntine zone

OOC: Yeah, I'm cool with that. I like how the goblins speak in a Jamaicanish accent.
IC: War Cruiser Nova's Fury, passing the sensor buoy which was sending off the quarantine message.

Ops: Passing buoy and into point of no return. (that being the point when the Dominion no longer is responsible for whatever happens to you)

Capt. Taggart: Shields up, yellow alert. Commence scanning the station as soon as we're in range and ready the troops for anything.

Tactical: Aye, sir. And we seem to be picking up something-odd headed this way. It appears to a- Oh my God, it's a sailing ship! A wooden sailing ship!

Taggart: Uh, well, open a channel.

Com:Channel open.

Taggart: This is Captain Maxamillian Taggart of the Dominion starship Nova's Fury. This is a quarantined area. As the buoy stated, we will not try to stop you, but as long as a Dominion ship is in the area, you will be required to state your business.

"Err...were on our way to a party?"
(Background)
"Hey, whos gotta part-y? Why wasn I invited! Jo all hat me! Dis no fair!"
WHACK!
"Shut up, Im trying to talk."
(End background)

Tactical: More incoming ships!

Taggart: One thing at a time. *to the Farsight* Figure of speech. If you have nothing better to do, we could use a hand in investigating the science station. *now to the Sandstone* Any help would be appreciated. *now to both* If you two ships could proceed to the station and wait, we'll see what the incoming ships want.

Com: Transmission cut, rerouting to incoming vessels. Channel open.

Taggart: Good news I hope... This is Captain Taggart of the DSS Nova's Fury. If you are here to help, it would be appreciated. If you've been scanning, you can see that you're not the first visitors.

This threw the mage off a little, "Oh...um...Ok, where would that be? Err, our navigation equipment isnt exactly the best, but we will do what we can to help..." There was a crash and a muffled scream, "What did I tell you? DONT TOUCH THE CRYSTAL WHILE ITS ON. Sorry, some of our thinking-impaired crew members cant get their bloody lessons straight."

Ah, I see. We eliminated that problem many years ago with rigorous education programs and tactical training. But that's off the subject. Just point your ship in a starbord direction and stop twenty kilometers away from the small moon.

"Yes, we'll be off...see you soon."
The ship tured and...sailed off toward the moon, suprisingly fast for something designed several hundreds of years ago.

Taggart: Well, that's one visitor, many more to go.

OOC: Can't really post any more until everyone else responds.

"Open a channel to all ships in the area," Admiral Vered's order came at a surprise to all the command crew.
"Admiral," the comms officer spoke up, "it is against VSF protocol to communicate with unknown ships."
"Lieutenant," Vered said, "I gave an order, obey it."
"Channel open Admiral."
"I am Admiral Vered of the Veskaland Space Fleet, we are here for a scientific analysis of the area."
She sat in her command chair and waited for a response.

This is Captain Taggart of the DSS Nova's Fury. Feel free to look around, but do not land ANY personnel on the science station. *to the transporter room* Speaking of which, have the men ready for insertion in two minutes. *turning back to the viewscreen* Now then, might I ask as to your purpose in Dominion space. I'm guessing the beacon got you curious. I'll have to make a note to completely lock down an area next time it is to be quarantined.

Captain Jacobs pressed in the comm button, saying "Ok, we'll wait for you before we go in."

30 minuttes later, The Sandstone was hovering just a few hundred meters from the science station, waiting for anyone else who would be coming.

Taggart now having sent messages to all ships in the area as was standard procedure, was ready to check the station.

Taggart: Commence scans.

Ops: Scanning. Reading twenty five life forms. A few more than should be there, but most are human or humanlike.

Com: *with disbelief* Sir, they're HAILING us! Audio only, no image.

Taggart: The plot thickens... Open a channel. This is Captain Taggart. We've been sent to see if anything's wrong. We recieved a distress call from the supply freighter.

SS211: Nothing is wrong. All is fine. Leave now please.

Taggart: We're landing a small squad of troops to check things out. If everything is fine, you won't mind.

SS211:..............Please leave.

Tactical: Sir they raised shields, we can't beam in.

Taggart: Always the hard way. "All is fine" my ass. Power up phasers, knock out those shields and land troops.

Blue beams shot from the cruiser and into the yellow shileds of SS211. Once the shields were down, 10 Elite Dark Troopers beamed down. Armed with E-11 blaster rifles set to stun, they were to take all alive. They found themselves in the control room. Looking around, they saw all specimen tanks were either broken, empty, or both.

DT1: Move out.

They fanned out into the lab, checking various sytems here and there. They were startled as a scientist walked in. His complexion was rather dull and he looked pretty out there, but otherwise seemed fine.

DT2: Are you all OK? What happened?

Scientist: Why did you interfere? Now we regret it, but we must kill you. You will be fine hosts anyway.

DT2: Wha- Arrrggghhhh!!!

The scientist smacks the soldier in the chest, sending him careening into a wall. The others open fire, only to find the stun blasts drive him back a foot or so before advancing again. They switch to kill and begin slicing into him with shot after shot. As he is about to puch another, a silver object coated in green goo suddenly protrudes from his neck. It then goes back in and the scientist falls, revealing DT2 behind him with vibrocutlass in hand.

DT2: Well, I think it's safe to say something is definitely wrong. *he says as he rips a leechlike creature off the back of the scientist's neck. It had attached to his spinal cord to control his body apparently.

DT3: I've jammed the doors, so we can set up a command center here-

He is interrupted by a loud bang as a massive dent appears in the blast doors shutting the control room and lab from the rest of the station...

Captain Jacobs got on the comm "Whats going on out there?! I'm sending men in. A map or something would be appreciated, or we'll just be sendin them in the middle of god knows what kinda room."

The Captain turned to his bridge, yelling out, "Get three men, fully armed, and five replicator bugs to the transport room. Their goin in, in 15 minutes regardless of wheither or not we know were their gonna be rematerializing, so tell them to expect a hot entrance."

Taggart: Here are the blueprints and coordinates to beam to the control room. I'm sending 5 more darktroopers in as well. I could just evac and blow the station, but the government wants it intact, regardless of what happens to the scientists.

5 more DTs beam into the control room to find a half broken door spot-welded together and 6 more DTs.

DT11: What happened here?

DT1: They broke through. Took DTs 5,8,4, and 10. Leaving myself, 2,3,6,7, and 9. Now you guys, 11-15, brings usd up to eleven troops. The spot-weld won't hold against another assault and blaster rifles are a no-go. Hope you all have meelee experience, because the only way to beat these guys is to impale them through the neck.

More pounding in the door as it begins to buckle.

DT1: FIX BAYONETS!

At once a smaller version of the vibrocutlass is drawn and fixed to the barrels of the E-11s. Some just take out their cutlasses depending on preference. DT6 ran up and placed a proximity charge on the door. They broke through shortly after and the bomb went off. With their armor, the DTs were able to withstand the blast. The scientist who broke through was obliterated and the 4 abducted DTs came in helmetless. They had blank expressions and no armament of any kind.

DT2: *holding back a tear* Damn! Waste of fine men!

DT1: The only way to save them is to kill them. CHARGE!

They ran up to the host DTs and five normal DTs were sent flying back at once. The other six hacked and slshed at the necks of the hosts, downing two. DT1 crept behind one and placed an incindiary charge on the back of one and the squad ran for cover. There was a bright light, and then it rained bits of armor and flesh down all over the lab. The five that were thrown back were all safe, save one who suffered second degree burns and was evacuated to the ship.

OOC: Last post for tonight, got school in the morning.

A wormhole opened up in the transport room, in front of the three men and five bugs. The five replicator bugs were the first to jump into the wormhole. Two of the men raised their helmets, and leveled their staff weapons. They each then pressed the arm button, and two energizing sounds could be heard, as tips of staff weapons opened up. They were both Privates.

The third man, a Lt., then raised his helmet, and extended his right hand in front of him. The Lt.'s hand had a ribbon device, fasioned on it with the red center crystal gleaming in the light. The three then cautiosly walked through the wormhole.

When they rematerialized on the other side, they were relieved to see what appeared to be soldiers on their side. The Lt. then asked one of the soldiers their what was going on.

"Well Captain Taggart, the reason we are here is that Dominion Space borders on Veskan space, we are here to asess the situation pertaining to rumours of a biological weapon."

A wormhole opened up in the transport room, in front of the three men and five bugs. The five replicator bugs were the first to jump into the wormhole. Two of the men raised their helmets, and leveled their staff weapons. They each then pressed the arm button, and two energizing sounds could be heard, as tips of staff weapons opened up. They were both Privates.

The third man, a Lt., then raised his helmet, and extended his right hand in front of him. The Lt.'s hand had a ribbon device, fasioned on it with the red center crystal gleaming in the light. The three then cautiosly walked through the wormhole.

When they rematerialized on the other side, they were relieved to see what appeared to be soldiers on their side. The Lt. then asked one of the soldiers their what was going on.
DT1: Greetings, we're Dark Troopers, RS's elite spec ops division. Some kind of leech things have taken control of the scientists. They got 4 of our guys which had to dispose of, but other than that, we're stuck here maintaining a defensive perimeter. They destroyed the door, so they can get in at any time. Put your blasters away, they won't work. The only way to drop these suckers is impaling them through the neck. If you're in need of blades, some of our men can lend you their vibrocutlasses, as they prefer bayonets. I assume you were sent by one of the other ships in orbit to help?

"Well Captain Taggart, the reason we are here is that Dominion Space borders on Veskan space, we are here to asess the situation pertaining to rumours of a biological weapon."
Taggart: As far as I know, they were working on some sort of growth horomone. Bio weapons have never been used in RS to my knowledge. Even if it was, I doubt we would use it on an ally. Personally, I'm not quite sure myself. From the com channels, it sounds like they were creating mutant leeches of some sort.

Bump

"Mutant leaches, why would they want to create those?"

"Mutant leaches, why would they want to create those?"
DT1: Something about a growth horomone to enlarge animals and eliminate world hunger. I guess leeches were all they could come up with for specimens.
Apparently the horomone not only enlarges them but makes them skip a few hundred years of evolution as well.

Footsteps are heard in the corridor.

DT2: They're comin' back! Brace yourselves!

DT1: Greetings, we're Dark Troopers, RS's elite spec ops division. Some kind of leech things have taken control of the scientists. They got 4 of our guys which had to dispose of, but other than that, we're stuck here maintaining a defensive perimeter. They destroyed the door, so they can get in at any time. Put your blasters away, they won't work. The only way to drop these suckers is impaling them through the neck. If you're in need of blades, some of our men can lend you their vibrocutlasses, as they prefer bayonets. I assume you were sent by one of the other ships in orbit to help?


"Yes" replied the Lt. He then continued on in a very overconfident tone, "We'll have no need for your little butter knives. The beasts shall surely succomb to a real weapon. I shall leave a few replicator bugs here to assist in your little defense perimeter. Now if you'll excuse me, we have some monster slaying to do." The Lt. motioned to his men, and they began to slowly walk down the corridor towards the source of the foot steps.


OOC:
No offense ment, I just thought it might be intresting for some overconfident soldiers to get a nice little shock, and be brought back down to earth, so to speak.

The group of soldiers were met with five scientists, who charged towards them. They started throwing punches, their amplified strength a complete shock to the soldiers.

One of the things jumped out at the group of three. The two privates fired repeated blasts with their staff weapons into the creature. The creature just continued to move foward, as if unaffected by the weapon blasts. The privates began to panic, as the weapons that they had put so much trust in, for most of their lives, began to fail horrifically.

The Lt. took a step foward, raising his right arm, which was adorned with his ribbon device. He laughed aloud unleashing a blast from it directly into the creatures stomach.

The result he had expected wad not so. The creature was pushed back, but soon began to advance once again. The three were more shaken now then ever before.

The Lt. then raised his ribbon device once again, this time he fired the constant beam of electricity, ment to torcher and kill and enemy. The monster seemed to stop dead in its tracks, when confronted with the beam.

This did not last long though. The monster grabbed the Lt. and lifted him up in the air. This was the last sight the two privates witnessed, as they sprinted back towards the control room. Their own heavy breathing, was overshadowed by the screams of the Lt., while confronted with the beast.

Two Dark Troopers meet the privates.

DT1: Just had to see for yourselves didn't you?

DT2: Don't worry. chances are you'll see your luitenant soon. But I don't think you'll want to.

A vibrocutlass is given to each private.

DT1: We told you how to kill them. We'll wait until after their next attack to advance. They usually yeild a five minute window before attacking again, usually in groups of two. At that rate it'll be a day or two before half of them are gone. Assume defensive positions. They're coming.

The luitenant appears in the doorway, flanked by two scientists. Wasting no time, the Dark Troopers charge in, decapitating one and sending another back into the corridor. The luitenant sends two back against a wall as the struggle continues...

OOC: I'm turning in. See ya tomorrow.

One of the privates attacks the Lt., furiously with his staff weapon. He throws repeated blows at the Lt. but they are of little use. In a manner of seconds the, Lt. rips the staff weapon from the privates hands. The Lt. then grabs the private.

The other private ducks in and stabs a few quick holes into the Lt.'s stomach, with the vibro cutlas. The Lt. snarled and shacked, dropping the private. His attention immediately shifted to the private who had stabbed him.

While the Lt. was focused on the one private, the other private snuck around behind the Lt. He then delivered a quick blow into the leech, from behind, with the vibro cutlas.

The two privates then drug the Lt.'s body into the center of the ship. Private 1 then yelled to the other, "Call the ship, I want to get him onboard. I also want to raid the armory and grab those Za'tarc weapons, you know the cutting beams. Maybe they will be a bit more useful here."

DT1: You've got one minute to do that, then we're heading for a vent 20 feet down the corridor. I don't expect these windows will stay this large for much longer.

Seconds later, a wormhole opened up near the two privates. One of them picked up the Lt.'s body, and carried it through the wormhole. Moments later, he walked back through, carrying a crate.

The two privates immediately opened up the crate, revealing it's content. Twenty Za'tarc weapons sat in the nearly empty crate. They were relatively small, being mainly used for assasinations. They were worn upon the middle and ring fingers, and would easliy be concealed in a persons hand.

Each of the privates slide one on each hand and offered them up to the Dark Troopers. One of the privates then said, "Here take one, press the lower button to fire the cutting beam. The range is only a few feet. It fires bursts up to a second long, and can fire one every 2 seconds. They should work, being able to cut through most things with ease." The second one then chimed in, saying, "And whatever you do, do not push the upper button. Hit it once and it will arm, twice, and it will detonate, blasting your head clean off."

Seconds later, a wormhole opened up near the two privates. One of them picked up the Lt.'s body, and carried it through the wormhole. Moments later, he walked back through, carrying a crate.

The two privates immediately opened up the crate, revealing it's content. Twenty Za'tarc weapons sat in the nearly empty crate. They were relatively small, being mainly used for assasinations. They were worn upon the middle and ring fingers, and would easliy be concealed in a persons hand.

Each of the privates slide one on each hand and offered them up to the Dark Troopers. One of the privates then said, "Here take one, press the lower button to fire the cutting beam. The range is only a few feet. It fires bursts up to a second long, and can fire one every 2 seconds. They should work, being able to cut through most things with ease." The second one then chimed in, saying, "And whatever you do, do not push the upper button. Hit it once and it will arm, twice, and it will detonate, blasting your head clean off."
They take the proferred weapons and slip them on.

DT6: Thanks, not sure how well they'll work, but thanks. If they're as good as you say, we can decapitate them before they can reach us.

DT1:Enough talk, move out!

The group sets off down the corridor, finding the vent shaft as promised. DTs 1 and 2 cover them as they slip in. The two then enter themsleves and shut the grate.

DT1: *producing a holomap of the station* We continue for ten mters and hang right. That should put us outside the living quarters. We'll throw incindiary charges in and turn them into ash. After the room's clear, we'll split up and use sweep and clear tactics to secure the rest of the station. Everyone got it? Good, let's go.

They continue down the shaft, towards the main living area. They are unsure of what awaits...

The two privates stragled behind the rest of the dark troopers. They knew that they were breaking many of the rules, that were drilled so deeply in their heads. They wanted to trust the dark troopers, but it went against so much. The problems went back and forth through their minds.

The privates sent a messages to each other, via the replicator blocks deep within their heads, no one would here it, or even know it was sent.
(PVT1) "I wanna trust these guys, but how do we know that one of them, or maybe all of them aren't well being controlled by those things"

(PVT2) "I don't think so, they aren't acting like the ones we saw"

(PVT1) "Yea but this seems like some pretty top secret kinda stuff, do you really think they're gonna just let us out of here alive?"

(PVT2) "I don't know what to think, but I'm gonna trust them, I'm gonna leave it that way, until I get some reason to believe otherwise, and I'd advise you to do the same"

(PVT1) "Yea, your probably right, I'm just a little nervous"

They prepared to exit the vent, unaware of the terrors that may await for them. More so, they were afraid. Their previous weapons had failed, would these new ones work? A myriad of questions similiar to this clouded the privates' minds as they moved foward.

They approached the grate, and one looked out.

DT1: *speaking over the com so only the DTs and two privates can hear* No one' inside, clear.

They slowly open the grate and look down to see hundreds of tiny pods, each one transparent and containing two of the leeches.

DT2: Christ, there's so many...

DT4: Orders sir?

DT1: Prepare incindiary charges. We're gonna have us a barbecue.

Most of the team fell back a bit while the three prepared their grenades. They entered the codes and threw them into the room. They caught one last look as the grate was fastened shut. They then ran to a safe distance as a fireball shot down the vent, stopping just a few away from the team's position.

DT6: Now all that's left are the angry scientists. Well, at least I hope that's all.