”Sir! The human boarders have been contained on deck 5, subsection C.”
Y’shirraj smiles.
“Excellent. See? Even the Humans can’t surpass Gajun innovation!”
Y’shirraj felt a little bubbly on the inside, as if he had just eaten a Mallaka fizzstick.
“Shields to maximum! Prepare the subspace drive! Take us out of here!”
The navigations officer looks properly mortified.
“But sir! The humans will open fire!”
Y’shirraj smirks.
“With their own warriors still inside our ship? I think not. Do as I command.”
The officer does as commanded. And even though the ships’ sub light speed engines had been shot to all hell, he prepares the jump.
“Charging subspace drive-
huh”
Y’shirraj turns his head towards the officer.
That was never a good sound.
“What is it?”
The officer turns to face him.
“Sir, the controls aren’t responding.”
Olaf stood in the corridor, holding some cables he had found in an important-looking access panel.
Of course he had to rip it out. Anything less would be silly. Now he just had to find a real challenge to sink his axe into.
He continues his murderous stroll through the corridors. Why haven’t there been any more soldiers to fight? These engineers and other personnel were hardly even worthy of his boots, let alone his axe.
Now he just had to find the bridge, a task that would be a lot easier if he had a map over the labyrinthine interior of the mighty vessel. Well, if he continued up he’d probably reach it eventually. Too bad he had destroyed the one elevator he had found so far.
He turns a corner in the corridor, and he can’t help but smile.
An elevator!
But even better,
Enemies.
Upon spotting him, the lizard xeno scum first seemed startled, as if taken completely by surprise. But surely that wasn’t possible, right? Surely they must have noticed the score of maimed bodies he had left behind?
Had they ignored him?
The thought made his blood boil with rage.
“No one ignores Olaf the headhunter!”
He charges at his enemies, bellowing his rage at them.
They open fire.
These cold-blooded creatures were so slow.
Then again, Olaf did feel as if time slowed when the adrenaline kicked in.
Three steps away.
Olaf is hit in the shoulder by a lucky blaster shot. It penetrates his shield, but is stopped by the armor.
The buggers have better weapons than they did in the last war. But Olaf didn’t care.
Two steps away.
He can see the panic starting to mount in the eyes of his enemies. The closest lizard alien scumbag begins to turn in order to flee.
One step left.
Olaf lifts his axe overhead in one brutally swift motion.
No steps left.
The axe descends and cleaves into the body of one of the lizards, cutting it in half.
He fires the slag-gun into the face of a second xeno, and it collapses as superheated metal boils its’ brain instantly.
Olaf then allows the red rage to claim him, and his world turns to nothing but violence.
“Sir! The connectors to the engine were severed! And there are humans in deck 12-B… Correction, there is a human in 12-B.
He’s tearing through the squad covering the elevator!”
Y’shirraj could hear the fear in the voice of his second.
He takes a few deep breaths.
It was unexpected, but nothing to be afraid of. After all, the automated systems-
“Sir! The automated systems just went offline! We’re being hacked!”
Okay, now Y’shirraj was afraid.
“Put the anti-human sentinels on separate systems and detach them from the other defenses!
Whatever happens keep them online!”
This was bad.
This was very bad.
Olaf’s armor was pink rather than the ice-blue it had been painted in.
He was covered in xeno blood.
Well, not that he minded. After all, the only good xeno was a dead xeno.
Now he had two skulls in his belt. He had hoped for more in this attack, but unless someone else showed itself worthy it’d have to do.
He was now standing in the elevator, distractedly thumbing his poweraxe.
He was bored. And the fact that the xenos had put elevator music into the elevator, and it seemed to struggle with his weight didn’t make it any better.
He’d have to stomp on the alien prick that decided that elevator music was a good idea.
The elevator stops.
Finally.
The elevator doors open into a large rectangular room with two extra-large robots inside. They had massive cannons in place of one arm, and hovered on antigrav platforms. Their shells had been polished to a sheen, and Olaf could hear the quiet hum of shield generators surrounding them.
He smiles.
Finally! A worthy challenge.
Y’shirraj could hear the elevator arrive outside the bridge. He was confident the elite super-heavy anti-tank-and-human sentinels would be enough to take down a single human.
The firing started outside.
He heard explosions, ripping metal, and the roar of the Human.
It went on for more than a minute.
Then it went silent.
Y’shirraj smiled. The human must be dead now.
knock
knock
knock
No.
No, no, no, no, no
It is impossible!
It just can’t have survived that.
It just couldn’t be!
There was a moments’ pause.
Then the doors started to buckle inwards.
“Everybody, to arms! Fight to the last man!”
The doors gave way, and the sight was horrible.
A human, having lost one arm and with armor covered in pink blood crashed through the doors.
His wild face showed nothing but a rage that could never be articulated into words and a hate that should never be put in words.
The worst part were the two gajun heads hanging in chains from his belt.
The human roared, and the Gajun opened fire.
“This is Jarl Olaf of the 13th berserker regiment.
The bridge has been captured.
Come on up, boys.”
Olaf looks down to where his left arm had once been.
“Oh, and I might need a medevac.
I need a new arm.”
Angron was reading the reports from Gamorrah as they came in.
The senate had struck just as expected, and the defensive forces had proven sufficient.
The alliance casualties had been in the hundreds.
The senate casualties were near a million.
He smiles slightly, the facial motors distorting his usually neutral face with a ferocious grin.
Time to counterattack.