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POV Son Of Korhal
"Look at the size of that thing… how the hell are we supposed to board it?" I said, unable to take my eyes off the colossal ship we'd been ordered to secure.
"They say there are Ghosts inside. They sabotaged it and it's cut off from communication but… damn." My partner swallowed hard. "I don't see how our laser or kinetic batteries are going to punch through that armor to launch insertion pods."
"We're going in through the docking tubes. Straight into the cargo bay," the captain shouted as everyone took their positions for boarding.
The heavy sound of the Aegis Guard approached. They activated their personal shields, bathing the corridor in a bluish glow.
"By Arcturus, we're gonna crush these muties," growled the Aegis vanguard as they prepared the assault.
"Prep stimpacks. As soon as the doors open, inject the combat drugs and move. We need to clear the kill zone and take control of the sector," the captain ordered, receiving instructions from high command at the same time.
We positioned ourselves behind the Aegis, ready to charge the moment their shields absorbed the first hit of whatever awaited us.
"Three… two… one… GO! MOVE!" the captain yelled as the hatches opened.
I triggered the mechanism in my CMC armor and felt two simultaneous injections in my arms. The sting was barely noticeable; what hit me like a truck was the pressure of the fluid forcing itself into my veins. It felt like someone lit a fire inside my chest. Within seconds my senses were razor-sharp and my heart was pounding like it wanted to break through the plating.
We charged down the tubes at an incredible speed for someone wearing half a ton of armor. But when we crossed, we noticed something strange—no defenders on the other side.
We crossed in formation, covering every angle. The cargo bay was full of transports, containers, equipment… but not a single crewman.
"Sector clear. Repeat: sector clear," the captain reported, aiming in all directions, searching for any movement.
My breath burned in my throat from the stim cocktail, but I held it together.
"The Ghosts did a good job. There's no resistance. Looks like they herded the entire crew into one place… probably for some big celebration," the captain said after a short exchange with high command.
We continued advancing through the loading area, securing corners, checking behind containers and side passages. Once we were sure no one was hiding, we accessed the control terminals. We entered the codes intel had sent us and the doors opened without opposition.
Other teams were boarding through multiple points as more battlecruisers connected their docking tubes.
We entered the main corridors with the armor lights on. It was absurd to think a ship this massive could operate without personnel, but we hadn't seen a single living soul.
Until I heard something.
Noise. A lot of it.
It sounded like a party. Voices, laughter, shouts of joy. The sound grew louder as we advanced, until we reached a massive sealed door.
One of the Aegis Guard moved to the front, placing his armored bulk between us and the entrance.
Then I heard the voice of the Sons of Korhal commander over the comm:
"Lord Regent wants prisoners. He intends to interrogate them. Avoid unnecessary massacres."
The Aegis Guard, hearing the same order, hesitated for a moment, processing it before continuing.
Then we opened the door and all the noise blasted out at once. We rushed into the hall—packed with men and women celebrating something.
"All right, you sons of bitches, hands up or I'll send you to meet your maker!" the Aegis vanguard bellowed through his speakers. The system translated the warning into the local tongue and the echo rolled across the room.
The noise died instantly. They stared at us like animals caught in a spotlight.
Our group advanced without pause, spreading out by the entrance, weapons raised, aiming at every face that moved more than it should.
"That one's got something," I shouted. I fired without thinking. One of my needles shot out and pierced his head, blowing it apart instantly.
Before I could turn toward another guy who was reaching for a long weapon, I saw someone slit his throat clean open. Blood burst out under pressure and drenched those nearby.
Clearly there were Ghosts already in the area, so I kept searching for more targets.
"I want hands. Hands UP, bastards, or I set my rifle to auto and empty the entire magazine!" roared one of the Sons of Korhal, advancing with his weapon aimed at the confused crewmembers.
"What part don't you understand? Get those damn hands UP!"
He fired again, blowing the head off someone who still wasn't obeying. "Anyone else?" he yelled, furious.
Some finally reacted and began raising their hands. Then the rest followed, trembling.
"At last… these muties understand nothing. This would've been a disaster if one of my grenades dropped here; the shrapnel would've turned them into meat paste," commented one of the Aegis as he pushed forward.
"Keep moving. Don't lose momentum," the commander's voice said over comms. "We have multiple sectors secured. Begin transferring prisoners to the battlecruisers."
We kept advancing through the ship.
When we approached another large hall—looked like a mess area or gathering point—the doors opened before we could take positions. A group of crewmembers was trying to escape.
"Halt! Hands up!" I shouted, aiming my rifle. They froze instantly, terrified.
"You heard him. We want those hands high," another teammate said.
"For the Golden Throne…" one of them muttered, lifting what looked like a tool.
I activated my bayonet and drove it straight into his gut. Shooting him would have perforated the entire line; the C-14 doesn't forgive, and its needles cut through bodies like paper.
I shoved him back as the blade exited his stomach. He fell to his knees, desperately trying to hold his guts in.
I grabbed him by the skull and smashed his head against the wall. It burst on impact, leaving blood and bone fragments smeared on the metal.
"Anyone else want to play hero? Hands up NOW!" I roared, still seething.
The crew stared at me in pure terror and quickly obeyed, raising their hands and dropping everything they carried.
We restrained them fast and entered the room. There was clear chaos: the Ghosts here had gotten into a fight with internal security. From what we saw, it was under control; only corpses of hostiles remained. But I noticed one Ghost kneeling, armor punctured, blood leaking through the plates on his torso.
"Medic!" I shouted, pointing at the Ghost who was pressing his side.
We halted the messy escape of those trying to run, forcing them to obey with screams. One of the medics from Theta Response Team rushed to the wounded Ghost. She activated her med-ray and began manipulating the nanobots in his bloodstream to seal the wound and stabilize him.
We couldn't stay long. A southern sector was reporting heavy resistance and needed immediate reinforcements.
When we arrived, we heard exactly what you'd hear in a full-scale war: Aegis Guard grenades detonating, shrapnel slamming into walls and bodies, and constant gunfire. The corridor shook with every explosion.
We pushed in to support them.
Thousands of defenders held the position. They formed an improvised line behind a sea of corpses and were firing nonstop. The Royal Guard advanced from our side, unleashing volleys while the Aegis Guards absorbed lasfire with their personal shields. Every blast sent scraps of metal and bone flying.
"Cover me," I said, pulling several shred grenades from my belt.
"Grenade! Heads up!" I yelled, throwing three over the enemy blockade.
They detonated in the middle of the chamber, ripping off limbs, launching bodies, and splattering the floor with blood and fragments. Smoke and fire filled the air.
"For Arcturus!" roared a squad of Royal Guard storming in from a western door, firing relentlessly.
The resistance group was being crushed without mercy. Between the grenades, the shrapnel and the continuous rhythm of our gauss fire, their improvised fortification didn't stand a chance. Every hit tore chunks of metal from the walls or flesh from bones, and the defenders could barely raise their heads before another projectile shattered them.
Until we blew the head off the last one. After that, only silence and corpses.
We surveyed the carnage. We hadn't captured anyone useful. The few still moving were mutilated, limbs hanging by threads or lying in shock from blood loss. They wouldn't last long; minutes at most.
"This is Captain Faraday, for anyone receiving this transmission. We're pinned down fighting a force of robots in the engine room… Resistance is too heavy. We need immediate support before they overrun us," I heard on the emergency channel.
"We'll stay here checking the wounded and see if we can help. You go support Faraday's group now," said one of the Royal Guard captains who had arrived before us.
We began running toward the engine room. Other teams were converging in the same direction; we crossed paths with several vanguard squads sprinting at full speed. The ship was enormous, so it took a while to reach it.
When we finally entered the area, the chaos was absolute. Wounded marines everywhere, medics working nonstop to seal wounds, and a crossfire so intense it made the floor plating tremble.
"Careful! Their weapons can punch through CMC armor if they land a clean shot!" yelled one of the marines while unloading his rifle on a cluster of robots defending the position.
I jumped behind cover and slid behind a fallen plate.
"They're using plasma weapons and some kind of portable grenade launcher. They're also throwing modified humans at us… but we can't break through," said the captain, his armor showing fist-sized holes.
A large number of Aegis Guards stormed the chamber, opening fire on the robots. But the robots countered with frightening precision. Several projectiles hit an Aegis, overloading his shield until it shattered. The Aegis was thrown behind a column, waiting for his generator to recover.
"Shit… even Aegis shields can't tank that," Captain Faraday muttered.
"All right, we're throwing every explosive we've got and—" he managed to say before we heard a different type of detonation.
We peeked out and saw the robots convulsing, their mechanical parts twitching erratically. A second blast confirmed what we suspected: EMP rounds.
The Ghosts began dropping their cloaks, appearing all over the battlefield. They kept firing EMP directly into the robots, frying their circuits while the machines struggled to remain upright.
"Go!" our captain shouted, and we all charged.
One of the modified humans lunged at me. Fast—too fast, almost artificial. It had a massive blade and was about to reach me when its torso separated from its waist. The upper half fell to the ground, and the legs kept running a few more steps before collapsing.
A Ghost had uncloaked right beside me. He held an active Protoss blade and had bisected the mutant in one clean strike.
Two more rushed him, moving with terrifying agility. The Ghost sidestepped every attack effortlessly and, in the middle of the motion, decapitated both with the same blade.
Then he approached the largest robot, the one trying to stand despite its torso being half-destroyed.
"Break its arms and legs. We're taking it to the lab. I need to study it thoroughly. And bring the rest too," the Ghost said before reactivating his cloak and vanishing.
We finished securing the area and began taking prisoners. In the end, we discovered they weren't pure robots—they were cyborgs, and several died because the EMP fried their implants. Some seemed to have vital organs replaced, so when the circuits burned out, they simply stopped functioning.
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