Teddy blinked, continuing to stare at the steadily growing mass of gunmetal gray, which he had been looking at for the passed two days. For most of that time, he had been in a barely conscious state, close to being legally dead, induced by packs of experimentally mixed meds within the stealth suit he was wearing, used to lower his bodily functions and reduce his need for air. It was all in effort to conserve the life-support within the suit, as he, his detachment of commandos and several other detachments, floated through the cold void of space towards the massive orbital fortress, preventing the Sigma Authority fleet from taking up positions around the planet of Haven.
They had been launched at a very low velocity from the bulky troop ships, in order to make sure they could land safety on the hull of the fortress, instead of being turned into red smears on the paint job. Now, with less then ten minutes before they would make contact, the meds changed, pumping a new mixture into their veins, reawakening the commandos and reviving their bodies. It was like molten lead had been poured into the blood vessels, until the whole body burned for thirty seconds or so.
Captain Greaves flexed his fingers and his toes, feeling the digits respond after the pain had disappeared. He wanted to move his arms and legs but doing so might make him crash into one of the forty-nine floating bodies around him. No one wanted to go spinning wildly away from the group, only to bounced off the fortress and be lost in the cold grips of space without hope for rescue. He also wanted to make sure his weapons were still attached to the back of his suit but couldn’t do that either. Slowly, to make sure he didn’t change his trajectory, he raised his left hand to his helmet and pressed the com unit.
“Tenth Detachment sound off”
The com crackled as the commandos around him responded, starting with his second in command and then working through the fire teams in the four squads. It would seem that the meds had worked properly for everyone, within his command at least. He couldn’t tell with the others and this close to his target (a hatch intelligence had identified as being used by repair bots), he didn’t have the time to look at the other floating clouds of men and women or open a channel to their leaders.
As Teddy was about to smack into the hull of the fortress, he grabbed the magnetic attachment anchor at his belt and slapped it against the painted metal. His torso bumped into the hull and bounced back. The short tether snapped tight and held him close to the fortress. Breathing hard, he grabbed at another pouch on his stealth suit and pulled out a square box with four thin spikes. Jamming it into the hatch controls of what hopefully would be an airlock, he pushed a series of commands in the suddenly glowing screen. For a long moment nothing happened and a strengthening feeling of controlled concern grew in the pit of his stomach. Then the hatch soundlessly opened.
Smiling within his helmet, he waved a hand into the opening, wordlessly ordering his command into the airlock. Lieutenant Sisson would be first, as she was carrying the second override unit and would use it to open the second hatch in the airlock, as soon as he had followed the rest of the unit inside and set the outer hatchway to close. Hopefully they would find atmosphere inside but it was likely they there might only be air within the command hub, their target location. The rest of the station might be just as unbreathable as the void, seeing as most the fortress was likely only ever used by Peacekeeper androids.Want to know more or join up? Please see the roleplay tab, Never Forget Never Forgive