The Ulnar had invaded more than just the cargo bay. They were probably trying to distract the team, but they had no idea who they were messing with. An explosive-happy ex convict, four murder machines, the best engineer Raymond had ever seen, a very angry Committee official, an android, and a brilliant doctor. Raymond and his team had been through situations like this before. This ship was a supposed to be a death sentence if you entered it, and yet they were still up and running for three years. There was a lot to take in in such little time, the first one he noticed was that Aamara answered his call, while Max tended to Yasaliah with the others. Kim and Thatcher, Aamara's "police crew" on the ship also made it in time. Raymond's true fears were with their cargo, and how it slammed into a wall and shattered, which made the Captain curse slightly as helped Anderson up slowly, but they soon stopped in their tracks when the hiss, and opening of the smaller vessel was seen, making Raymond go wide eyed. [color=blue]"Son of a bitch...[/color] He muttered. "Heh. A smuggler run." Anderson managed to sigh, even with the poison running through him. Ray turned his attention to the voice of Johnson, updating him on the Ulnar's plan. [color=blue]"Pretty sneaky... Tango, shut off all controls to the escape pods, help Johnson out in finding any other missing pods."[/color] Anderson vomited, forcing Ray to make his trek to the elevators. [color=blue]"Aamara, make sure our other surprised guest doesn't go anywhere![/color] the person looked dazed, and confused. He was sure that Aamara could handle her, especially of that size. Everyone seemed to have their job, and once Anderson was safe, Raymond was going to make sure the Ulnar never ambush them again. --------- Raymond and Anderson reached the medical bay with little obstacles. The crew was hard at work shooting, and protecting the Monroe. Anderson knocked over a couple items on Rae's desk as he tried to get on the medical bed. Ray desperately helped him, looking over at the doctor. [color=blue]"Get the antidote ready."[/color] [color=lightblue]"Doctor, Loadmaster Anderson's vitals are critical. The poison will enter the main cardiovascular system soon."[/color] Tango's calm voice stated in the room, automatically scanning the vitals of anyone inside. Raymond helped in any way he could, not wanting to be in the way. Anderson's leg was a dark sickening green, his veins in his lower body were the same color, and his skin was almost translucent. "Chase... I'm not gonna make it." Anderson said quietly, holding back a gasp of pain. Ray shook his head, and put a hand on his shoulder. [color=blue]"You're not going anywhere, asshole.[/color] Ray replied, but Anderson shook his head. "You heard Tango, and the Rae has saved our skins many times, but this time... I think I screwed myself over." There was silence between the two for a few seconds. "My daughter. I know she never wants to talk to me again, but send my ashes to her, and tell her I'm sorry--" [color=blue]"Anderson, stop--"[/color] "Doctor, I'm sorry I couldn't be your test subject, and don't hate me or the Captain on what I'm gonna ask him to do." Ray didn't say anything, he just stared at the dying man. [color=lightblue]"The toxin has reached the heart.[/color] "Atlas. I'm asking one more thing to put on your shoulders. Don't-Don't let me die in pa-pain." The Captain looked at Lauirae in desperation on what they could do. Anderson's wheezing, and the small "please" escaping his lips made Ray know what he had to do. Even if they did inject the antidote, it could fail and lead to a more horrible death... Raymond trusted Rae more than anyone on board, but she didn't have enough time to perfect a cure for the most complex toxin in the known universe. It was his fault. He slowly pulled out his revolver, clicking the hammer back, and looked at the Loadmaster. "It has been an honor, Captain, Doctor... Give those rat bastards hell." He gave an attempt of a grin as he tried to fight off the pain. He looked at the Captain, and saluted. "Do it, Atlas." Raymond raised the gun, his left hand shook violently, and he pulled the trigger. No one else on his crew was going to die today. The Ulnar will see the true fury of the Marauders.