Falacia Asteroid 

Gul split the team in half so that both teams of six could cover both hallways, unlike the Iscandarians these Aradites were firing armor piercing rounds. What the Aradites needed to do was shoot, move and communicate around this force, ultimately killing them. To make matters worse was the time constraint they had to make, spend too much time fighting and another fleet would be called in no doubt. Maximum aggression and maximum speed was the only thing on Gul’s mind as he figured out how to deal with this engagement. “ Bangers out” he said over the Teamcom channel as two operators on each team pulled stun grenades off their assault webbing before throwing them down the hallway towards the EU troops. The grenades exploded, producing a blinding light followed by a loud bang that was supposed to disorient their targets. After the grenades had exploded the Aradites increased their rate of fire and shot 40mm grenades towards the open area between the crates. If successful the Aradites would move up the hallway.

Facility A-1

Kacha let out a another colloquial curse before letting out a loud scream as the magic was used on him. He felt the pain of his mind attempting to be probed but then quickly went silent as he focused his energy on keeping his mind whole. He seemed to repulse the magic, reflecting back towards the Archmage himself. This would be uncontrolled and dangerous, much like a baby snake bite, unable to control how much power he put into repulsing the dark energy. If successful the Archmage’s mages mind would be probed and ripped to shred by his own magic. Was this magic? or Psionics? no one could be sure but what was clear was that these Iscandaians were getting nothing from this Aradite.

STC Syren

The three operators left to attend to their gear while Velka led the three Lorca through the halls of the ship, stopping for a few seconds to key the intercom. “ Lt. Commander Hueschel and Lieutenants Ceaubluex, Naga and Golan to the officers mess.” she quipped before leading them towards the ship elevator. Blackhole class ships had three levels, the first level or the top floor was the bridge and weapons decks. All matter of navigation,communication, planning and weapons control were on the top floor. The second deck was cargo, mess and berthing areas for the crew, as well as weapons storage. In the event of structural damage the second deck would be insulated by the top and bottom deck, decreasing the probability of weapons detonation. The third deck was the engineering, hangar and docking area, which is where the Lorca were welcomed. Spec ops troops usually made their home here during deployments due to the proximity to the hangar and docking bridge, not to mention it is the warmest part of the ship. 

	The group was on their way up to the second deck as Velka heard the Lorca’s question, chuckling a bit as the device slowly translated the language. She was starting to get that honor played a huge role in their society, they might have a lot more in common after all. “ On the core worlds, I would of told you to act politely and eat in modest amounts. Here however, my crew could care less. Short of starting a food fight” (which will never happen again) she added under her breath “ There is really nothing you can do to offend our honor.” she said as the elevator reached the second deck. After another shot walk down the hallway they found their way into the officers mess and were greeted by a rather large spread of meats fruits and wines. Everything was laid out and ready to be consumed, except for the water which was still half frozen inside its synthetic glass pitcher.