Solomon sat in a clean chair in the Bridge, trying to raise Kyril on the Evergreen. "Great, nothing. And... no coffee in sight. Bloody aliens." said Solomon kicking his feat up on the dead console. Sandra sat with her legs crossed in the corner of the room with her data pad on the speckled floor, her eyes quickly whizzing from left to right, soaking all the information in from the data she had been supplied with by Private Schniebler. Solomon ordered that the power be re-routed to feed the main corridor lights and loading bay where their landing shuttles sat, with their three man defence teams. Corporal Krypt stood to a sudden tension with his weapon half raised, cocking his head to get a better hearing of the situation. Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor, loud enough to capture Solomon's attention in the Bridge. "Corporal?" asked Solomon over the room, Corporal Krypt swiftly held a hand up to Solomon, gesturing him to be quiet. Solomon got to his feet quickly with his weapon. Sandra remained in her corner, oblivious. Lyra moved behind a console and packed away her medical bag, eyeing the door nervously as she finished with loading her pistol. Sandra remained oblivious still, until after the situation vanished with the rest of the squad.
The footsteps came closer, heavier, faster. Corporal Krypt raised his weapon ready to fire. Finger on the trigger, eager to find a flesh target. Suddenly a shine of silver armour advanced through the dark abyss of the corridor. Corporal Krypt instantly lowered his weapon at his comrade. Lukas Johnson stood panting, breathlessly in the door way of the Bridge, his sweat adding droplets onto his armour. With a growing audience and without waiting to catch his breath, he reported the conversation between Lieutenant Chi and Captain Byron before he was ordered away. Solomon immediately ordered all squads to converge on the engine room and use extreme prejudiced. Jake Enderson's squads arrived at the scene first, in range enough to hear the last shots of Captain Byron's team echo through the dark corridors before silence waited for his team. "flash bang" whispered Enderson as Corporal Millfield drew up close, tossing the grenade into the room of thick darkness, the room looked as if it had been filled with tar until the grenade went off. With a crack and flash, the piercing white light caused countless screams and hisses to erupt through the door threshold. Enderson's teams advanced methodically, three man lines, ten paces and stop with weapons raised, wait for the next line to overtake with another then paces, then repeat. It took only a few minutes before they found the bodies of the strange grey creatures. Their blood was running a luminous blue, giving the corridors and rooms a sinister blue characteristic. Amongst the carpet of grey bodies, a few slightly more tanned bodies could be seen. It was not long until Enderson's teams found the corpses of The Infinity. Solomon arrived soon after.
Taking a defensive formation in the butchers room Solomon ordered his men to collect the bodies of The Infinity for identification and then removal. Six bodies had been slumped against a wall with a long light shining upon their pale, lifeless, faces. The seventh gave out a groan and whimper. "Marc!" cried Lukas. The only remaining Infinity team member. "Sandy! Can you hear me!" he asked frantically reaching into Corporal Sands medical waist bag. Blood dripped of the wounded man's gingerly face. Eyes barely open, his mouth wordlessly muttering. Lyra was instantly at his side, injecting a small dose of morphine into his blood soaked leg, "He needs immediate medical!" she called over to Solomon who was more concerned with something else. Subtle breathing with a sharp hiss, with a glisten of sharp needle teeth protruding from the shadows of the corridor ahead. Keeping his voice low, as to not startle the stalking creatures, Solomon gave his orders. "No-body fire... No-body make any sudden movements. Just carry on searching the near by bodies. Lyra, get him ready to go." he said calmly. It would not be long before a creature ventured too close. It was watching them, curious, but thirsty. The thing brought itself into the flash-light glare of the team and was welcomed with a burst of gunfire as its skin glistened in the flash-light, Solomon barked one more order. "Move!" and he kept shouting it as they ran.
The teams covered each other with unrelenting firepower as they retreated through the flickering corridors, with the creatures stalking their every move in the darkness of shadows from various rooms, most of the time, only the gunfire would illuminate their pale bodies. Their blue eyes stalked them from rooms that the soldiers had already cleared, how did they hide so well?
The Docking Area was calm and showed no signs of panic. The Evergreen's Shuttle Pilot, had decided to stretch her legs. With a stifling yawn, the tall brunette woman did not wander far from her trusty shuttle, twisting her back and stretching her arms, she eventually heard the first gunshot. Drawing her own pistol and scanning the surrounding area, she began running back to the shuttle "Ready to lift off, ASAP!" she cried as the idle crew began to pick themselves up once hearing the coming battle.
It didn't take long for the first members of the soldiers to pour into the Docking Area. Quickly forming a retreat line meters from the door, covering the fleeing soldiers. The pilot saw a bloodied body been carried by a young man before she fired up the screaming engines. The other three shuttles followed suit. Solomon fell into the room wildly firing his weapon, swearing into the darkness of the corridor. As the soldiers ran to their shuttles, the retreat line held strong, waiting, ready to release their bullets, but the creatures never came. "Line! Fall back! In order!" cried Solomon, the men retreated and boarded their shuttles. The creatures still did not come. "Pilot!" shouted Solomon "Get us the hell out of here! Kyril! Ready the weapons and destroy this damn ship!" with the shuttles bounding through the void of space towards their cruisers, the transmissions came through with static. "No Lieutenant Commander, this ship belongs to the Gryph. We will not fire upon it. Orders." came Sinderman's voice calmly through the crackle of static.