Connor checked the synchronization status between the bio
computer and the rest of the ship a final time. Once it passed thirty three
percent anything that went wrong would mean a catastrophic failure in the bio
computer and another two years to grow a replacement. The sync status showed
thirty seven percent. He took a deep breath and not for the first time missed the
physical presence of his nanobot generator.
“Sir, team one has secured the landing bay.” One of the other
twenty four members of his personally selected team announced.
Connor pushed off from the wall he was resting against and
made his way over to the other side of the computer bay. He felt around the
wall until he a panel lit up. “Thank god for sloppy corporate oversight.” He
sighed with relief. He pulled his right suit glove off and placed his hand on
the panel. It scanned his hand and the extremely well disguised door slid open
revealing a maintenance hallway. He floated in zero gravity as his team went
through the door into the artificial low gravity of the hall. Once they were
through he passed through as well and the door closed behind him.
Every member of the team removed their suits to reveal
tactical gear. Within a few minutes each of the newly revealed soldiers were assembled
into four teams of six people. Their helmets had visors with heads up displays
that showed them the way to the battleships bridge.
Connor had placed an arm band around his bicep that injected
him with nanobots at the required intervals. He took the offered pistol from
the leader of the squad he would be traveling with throughout the ship. He then
quickly turned to the rest of the men. “With Laborite soldiers on the ship we’re
moving to plan C. You all know your targets and goals, be smart, stay safe,
shoot to kill.”
The men nodded and exited the maintenance hallway, splitting
off in different direction to secure choke points along the route from the
landing bay to the bridge and decrease any resistance. He and his team turned
into a major hallway that they were planning on taking to the bridge and
discovered an entrenched group of Laborite soldiers. He ducked back down the
side hallway he had come out of along with two of the soldiers, one had taken a
very powerful suppression bolt to the face and was dragged by his unconscious
hand into the safety of the opposite side of the hallway by the other two
members of the unit. “I need reinforcements in the primary command hallways
follow my teams path and you’ll come up right behind us, there’s a group of at
least six soldiers behind combat barriers and we need to clear them out.”
The channel wasn’t silent for long. “Bravo team is closest,
we’ll double back.” Bravo team lead confirmed.
Connor switched channels until Rusty’s name came up with a
countdown timer next to it. “Rusty we’ve been delayed, we’re going to be five
or so minutes late getting to the bridge.” Connor alerted him.
Rusty’s voice came through along with what sounded like an
warning alarm in the background. “You made it onto the ship, the timeline only
really matters for everything except securing the ship.” Connor
“Unless we’re forced to move to plan B.” Connor pointed out.
