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Max thought to question his orders to report to the cargo bay when the ship was under attack thinking the defense of his ship better served with him linked into the ship’s turrents but orders were orders and arties didn’t argue with reals.

He’d been relaxing at the ship’s fire control console when the alert had sounded and just enough time to set the controls to auto track making him part of the computer link. Then he’d headed as quickly as he could to the cargo bay as ordered unlimbering his Rainmaker as he made his way at a brisk jog.

The 10mm was linked into his cookiecutter sighting the crew all rated as friend in his FOF the smart linked weapon feeling familiar in his hand having carried it now for about 15 years. Many would have wanted a larger or energy weapon to repel boarders but he prefered his smart gun because it could also FOF critical systems and act accordingly.

He almost made it to the cargo bay without incident till he encountered the Rats that had somehow gotten between himself and the Captain. There were three of the uglies looking at him and making the mistake of thinking they held the better hand; that was an estimate they’d never regret making as armor piercing rounds lobotomized them in less than 2 seconds. His conditioning, programing, and instincts singing their battle song elevating his biology into full battle mode as he lept over their bodies and rushed to the Cargo bay.   

When he entered the cargo bay the auto tracking systems were pinging him with requests to fire on craft that were showing hostile intent as the Pilot threw the ship through a series of violent maneuvers. He saw the Captain with the Doctor who’d been injured just about the same time the Captain was issuing further orders.

 [color=blue]"Rae--Doctor, Anderson's been bitten. I'm bringing him up, and I hope to god you made some breakthrough in your Ulnar antidote... Everyone else, get these bastards off the Monroe and shoot their fleet to pieces."[/color]

Then he heard the pilot 

[color=f6989d]"Can I get some help over by the cockpit? At least one of them is trying to get inside."[/color]

Had he been a greener crew member Max might have cursed his luck or the confusion of battle but as an Aug of nearly 30 years of active combat experience he was immune to such trivial concerns as the fog of war. A quick scan of the cargo bay revealed no adversaries so he applied his initiative and turned without so much as a by your leave and rushed to the critical space occupied by the bridge.