[h2]Commander Stader Volger
89th LSC CO[/h2]

Volger was still counting down internally when he heard it. His helmet’s audio system was some of the finest Imperial credits could buy. Capable of enhancing sounds to a certain threshold while dampening those above it. Namely, gunshots and explosions. 

Muted gunshots being a bridge door and muffled screaming met the audience enhancement threshold. 

Images of the pirate factions on the [i]Venture[/i] came to mind. 

“Blow it!!!” He ducked behind the corridor. It might make for a poor prize ship now; but he consoled himself with the fact that he probably wasn’t getting some of the payout anyways. 

Volger could admit he hadn’t yet experienced hull charges in atmosphere. Much less eight daisy chained.

But he was thankful for the aforementioned hearing protection and the enclosed nature of his armor. 

The deck shuddered and some of the Onyx troopers and Reavers staggered despite their mag boots. 

“Move. Move.” He didn’t bother with internal comms. He was using the loudspeaker function. Voice booming through the corridor for all to hear. 

A trio of Onyx troopers made it through the previously intact bridge door first; following in handfuls of stun grenades that elicited pained screamed from already dazed pirates. 

Reavers and more troopers followed in their wake. Gunshots and automatic fire flare briefly but died down by the time he strolled onto the bridge. PDW half raised. 

The bridge was a wreck. Half of the door had been propelled into the room; where it had crushed a pair of unfortunate pirates still strapped into their consoles. Corpses slumped in chairs or sprawled on decks. The crew dead for the most part except one. 

A tattooed young man still strapped into a comms station in the bridge’s corner. Eardrums burst and bleeding. Lip quivering as he raised his hands; two blue aiming lasers hovering over his heart. The troopers kept their aim on him and their armored bodies between the private and the Reavers. 

The latter currently taking their “loot” from the various bodies sprawled in the room. 

Volger paused at a body. The corpse on his stomach head to the door; yet he bore entrance wounds on his back. Implying he had been shot from inside the bridge. But the bodies within all looked like form the same faction. 

‘[i]Curiouser[/i]’

Volger allowed himself. He took in the room and their status updates Diaz was feeding him. 

[color=82ca9d]”Onyx-9 Actual to Indomitus. Shrike has been seized. [i]Venture[/i] is locked down and secondary sweeps under way. Request rendezvous for casualty and prisoner transfer.”[/color]

A particular crunch had Volger look over. A Reaver was busy plucking gaudy golden teeth from what looked like a former heavy worlder’s mouth. 

He frowned under his helmet. 

‘[i]Savages. I’ll have to talk to the Captain. Or perhaps the prince.’[/i]