One of the worst things, to Lorcan's mind, about a breaching attack in space was just how unknown everything about it was. He was crammed in the back of a ship with Thalia and eight other rangers (four under the command of each other them) with no windows and no way of knowing where they were aside from the radio chatter he picked up from the cockpit.
That and he couldn't smoke.
As the ship rattled around him, Lorcan looked down at the soulless eyes of his helmet for a long few moments. Sometimes it helped to think of it as a mask that he could draw down over himself to forget his worries. He took a deep breath before pulling his helmet on and making sure it was firmly attached and in place. Nothing worse than a helmet on a swivel.
He stood up from where he had been sitting and moved up to the edge of the docking tube. It was already being attached and he could hear the hull-cutting going on through the metal. Patting the tube slightly with one hand, he unslung his rifle with the other.
"Alright listen up!" he called out across the team com lines set up across the Rangers' helmets, "These buggers killed many of our own and have another captured. There's a second team going in to right that wrong. We are here to secure the station itself and rule one of dealing with these murderous pirate scumbags? Anyone?"
When no one answered he did.
"Shoot to kill. These are hardened killers - Ranger killers no less - and they are wanted dead or alive in this sector. So when you get the chance you put them down hard! IF they surrendered THEN, and only then, do you go for stun." he tapped the side of his helmet, "Alright form up; Alphas One through Four on me. Omegas' on Thalia."
The tube extended and they were off, charging into the station's hanger bay.
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