Prologue: Welcome to Space Hell Imperial Scum.

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"I am commander Shepard in charge of this cruiser. Please halt your engines and state your purpose."

I say that to the unidentified vessel.

"They are maintaining radio silence sir!"

"Can we have a visual?"

The main screen lights up with an image as the crew responsible for keeping their eyes on the target locate it.

"I've never seen a ship like that before. Do we have any information regarding this particular ship?"

"Nothing seems to be coming up sir!"

I don't understand? Although at least it doesn't look combat worthy just a mostly pointed ship. It doesn't even have shields yet alone cannons that can pierce ours.

"Prepare for combat and may god have mercy upon their souls."

"Shields fully operational!"

"The main cannon is ready to fire!"

"We have locked onto the target! Awaiting orders."

"Fir-"

I am interrupted with a sudden and powerful shaking. All of the equipment temporarily shut off but came online after several minutes.

"STATUS REPORT!"

"Sir it would appear we have sustained heavy damage although it isn't something that will make this vessel inoperable although the shields have been breached and are in need of a reboot."

"Details."

"A hull breach in deck 12 as well several casualties."

That isn't too bad but how did this happen?

"Give me a visual on the target NOW!"

"Sir we uh."

"What is it soldier?"

"We cannot locate the target..."

Silence fills the room.

"You wha-"

A soldier rushes into the room and without looking at anyone in particular speaks.

"Captain we have been boarded by the enemy!"

Boarded? Don't tell me those crazy motherfuckers actually rammed their ship into us. Actually that would make perfect sense but I still can't believe it.

"It's true commander, I have visuals on the intruders."

A member of the crew responds while looking directly at me.

"Soldier get to the armory, arm yourself and defend it with your life. I need to make an announcement-"

"That won't be necessary Co-Man-Der!"

At this strange almost mocking way of speaking I turn to take a look at the soldier that rushed in to report the intrusion and to my dismay he's holding a handgun pointed at me.

"You! You're not a member of the crew aren't you?"

There's a mad glint in this intruders eyes as he responds with a crooked smile.

"Welcome to space hell imperial scum."

He pulls the trigger and everything goes black.

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