The first wave came from the left side of the ship. A large fighter ship detached from the giant dreadnought and boarded the medium cargo ship. The crew stood in the hallway with rifles and pistols at the ready. The door was forced open, and two men rolled in and fired two plasma pistols four times each killing everyone in the hall. Six men with rifles came in sweeping from left to right. A man walked behind them putting metal gloves on. The ends resembled wolf claws, and were stained with blue, red, green, grey, and purple blood. His skin was grey, and he had snakes for hair like the greek myth Medusa. He wore mirrored sunglasses, and had wolf patches. He was a man whose name struck fear into all of the hearts that heard it. The Wolf. One of Luckys crew mates tried to get up to reach for his weapon, and Wolf slowly walked to him and shoved his hand through the mans chest killing him in a burst of red. He pulled his hand away and walked through the hallway of the Lightning Strike as eight more men followed him out of the fighter still sweeping the halls. Meanwhile Lucky was walking with Ghost Eye and a few guards to where the small crew and Wolf boarded. "Anything I should know about this Wolf?" Ghost Eye asked. "He's Neptonian, and possibly one of the best fighters in the alliance. He's apart of the general committee as well. Taking him out should kill two birds with one stone." Lucky answered. He turned a corner and saw two of Wolf's crew. They opened fire, and Lucky took some hits and got behind cover quickly. Lucky looked down to see at least twenty new holes in his body that shouldn't be there. "Fucking hell..." Lucky muttered out as the holes in his body slowly closed. "You good?" Ghost Eye asked looking over. Lucky nodded and spun one of his pistols till it turned back into a kunai. He turned the corner and threw it into the man on the left sending him to the ground. The man on the right got his gun ready and Lucky used his pistol to fire two rounds into the mans chest sending his body to the ground as well. A third man, with a helmet, came around the corner as Lucky retrieved his kunai and aimed the gun at Lucky. Lucky threw the kunai into the mans leg, and tackled him. He punched the mans helmet over and over till the man stopped struggling. A thick crimson stream came out from under the now dented helmet. Lucky grabbed his kunai from the mans leg and stood up. "If there's one thing I know for sure. It's that I hate the wolf pack." He said panting. Ghost Eye turned the corner to see the men Lucky had killed, and felt sick when he saw the third body twitching. On the other side of the ship Jeremiah, Marcus, and Jessica were sneaking around the ship with explosives and pistols. The wolf pack was still sweeping through the ship killing anyone in sight. They were efficient, and without mercy. All of this happened while Wolf was on his march to the navigation room, the bridge, and his hunt for the Hunter Corps troops. The dreadnought lay quiet while a battle of chaos continued in the Lightning Strike.