As the door opens, a burst of weaponry from inside hits and instantly kills two of my soldiers, but the six or so Black Peace marines inside were quickly dealt with afterwords. Me and my soldiers walk inside,
"Get on the damn floor!" My second in command yells. The people were, once again, quick to comply. The room was full of people, navigators, crewmen, and engineers all, as well as every important officer.
"Alright, I want the following people to come up here," I say, my thick British accent likely attracting attention once more.
"The captain, the chief navigator, the first and second mates, and the chief engineer." I conclude, quickly, 4 men and a woman stand up. They funnel into a line, and I figure out which is which.
"I'm the captain." Said a younger man of around thirty, who had brown hair and icy-blue eyes. "I'm the first mate." Said a younger, man, who was the captain's brother. I direct him slightly away from the others. "I am the second mate." The woman says, she was around twenty-five, and had long blonde hair with green eyes. Two older men, who both looked a bit like Santa then came up, and identified themselves as the head navigator and chief engineer.
"Alright, you four go to the back." I say, the officers being taken to where my soldiers lie in wait. "And as for you..." I say, turning to the first mate...
I take out a rope, roughly seven feet in length, and tie it around his neck, attaching the other end to the highest point on the bridge, roughly twenty feet above the floor below.
"You shall die for your crimes, terrorist!" And as I say that, I throw him over the end. The crew and support in the room looked on in horror as I hanged their second in command, and with a bloodlust in my eyes I addressed the room.
"Please follow my men in straight lines to the hangar." And as I say this, my men escort the crew on mass back the the hangar, where the whole of them, crewmen, pilots, engineers, technicians, and navigators all were line up. I ordered two men to the front of each line.
"FIRE!" I scream out, the bullets erupting from the cruel guns of the soldiers, ripping apart the poor crew members of this forsaken ship. Soon, blood covers the floor, and I order Luna to cripple the ship, the AI soon accomplishes this, and comes back into the transport, which we load up with myself, the soldiers, and the hostages. And we fly off, leaving the now ghostly ship to float off on it's own. Back to our ship we go, and I turn to my men.
"A jolly good job you boys did back there! Clean as a whistle!" I say, laughing as we speed off towards our own monstrosity of a ship.
Edited by Dacder on 12/16/2012 4:57 PM PST