"WARNING. BREACH IN LOWER QUARTERS DETECTED. CALLING ALL TROOPS TO ARMS."
A robotic voice sounds out, waking all personel on board of the carrier. Heavy footfalls echo through the long hallways as men and women in uniform armor of a blue and silver color floods the halls, all heading towards the same direction.
A bit slow on the uptake in a small room, a young redheaded man jumps out of his bunk, hurrying into his uniform while cursing under his breath.
"Fucking typical my luck, my first mission and we get attacked. Couldn't just have been a normal fucking escort mission." He curses while looking for his left boot. Finally he finds it as he hears somebody approaching his door, the lieutenant no doubt probably here to scream at him.
*THUMP THUMP*
"RECRUIT!!! GET YOUR ASS MOVING, WE'RE UNDER ATTACK"
A gruff female voice sounds from the other side of his door.
"Yes sir!" He shouts while he grabs his weapon, a standard military plasma rifle adorned with the colors blue and silver and the mark of a 4 winged eagle.
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In a large room, well lit by tubes of fluorescent liquid, stands roughly 50 armed men and women looking at a elderly man in a well adorned armor. Although elderly his back is straight like an arrow, and his body fit. His face was at some point handsome, no doubt, but is now scarred by 3 large gashes that goes from his right ear to his lower left jaw. Metal built into it to support the broken jaw. His hair is silver with icy blue eyes. Gazing at his troops with a frosty look in his eyes as he sees that 2 people are missing.
A door at the other end of the room opens revealing 2 people who storms in line with hurried breaths.
"Lieutenant! glad to see you could join us."
The elderly man comments with a piercing glare. Looking at the lieutenant and the new recruit with a stern eye.
"Sorry sir, wont happen again sir!" The female lieutenant answers while she sends a glare towards the recruit.
Redheaded and naturally pale, handsome but soft features and turquoise eyes. Soft skin and tufts of puberty beard showing his youth. Just turned 19, fresh out of military school.
The general calls to attention and starts the briefing.
"Alright. We have been breached in the lower quarters of the ship, the whole lower deck has been sealed and any personel is assumed dead. Since our radar didn't pick it up it is assumed to be biological in nature and strong enough to pry a hole in our ship. Our mission is to identify the threat and eliminate it, capture if possible."
He pauses and looks at the troops menacingly.
"Dont try to capture it. I wont lose good men just so those crazy scientist can have something to stick their probe into. After we have eliminated the threat out job is to make sure that its safe for the engineers to fix the ship. Our sensors haven't detected any vira or diseases, but treat it as if there is, dont take any chances. Good luck."
The troops starts moving into 5 groups each listening to their lieutenant. Once geared up and ready, they start the march towards the lower deck. Each taking a different entrance.