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“Colter…this is Ulric, we still have a bomb, but it’s safe to say that the ship is ours now…please advise."

Bravo team had detached from Ray’s gunship after they had successfully docked in the hangar. The hangar crews were quickly attending the craft’s engines, while Ray sat a bit awkwardly comfortable in his seat in the cockpit. Eli distanced himself from the others, who ran directly to the barracks; he stayed behind in the hangar though. At the present moment, there were only a few crews attending the hangar, it seemed as though word had not reached many ears about the impending battle. Perhaps the admiral was waiting for the pirates to make the first strike, thereby alerting the crews of the situation.

“What the hell? Ulric, did you diffuse the bomb or something?” Eli walked over to a private corner so that the crews wouldn’t over hear him.

He pressed a key on his gauntlet’s holographic interface. The haptic system quickly retracted the pressure seals, as they unlatched from the armor’s junctures. As the seals pulled away, a hiss of air followed as the contained oxygen slowly spread outward from the little openings in his suit. The latches on Eli’s collar pulled away from his helmet, allowing him to take it.

As he took his helmet off, it revealed his face, and his head covered by the black tactical beanie, which he wore most of the time. Rarely had anyone seen his hair, aside from higher up officers who demanded that officers at his level show some respect, whether it was in the field, or a court martial. However, he made it clear that his hair was a simple military grade buzz cut that didn’t warrant any interest. He looked, fairly different with the helmet off, others could tell now as they saw his face was barely dry. It was the synthetic hormone coursing through his veins and arteries that was the cause of this.

“That ship was damaged, you can’t pilot it, and even if you could, what could you do with it?”