'Titus! Move!!!' I bellowed at the top of my voice, charging down the dim corridor of the dominator class cruiser, Gustav's Remorse.
The deadly spray of wild enemy las-fire ripped down the confined space and several shots narrowly missed my head, hissing past my ears.
I paused in my advance, stopping in the cover of a large service console as the unrelenting las rounds continued to pass over my head.
Instinctively, I checked my compact auto-pistols mag. Five rounds.
No where near enough.
Shots continued to ping off the console in front of me, which was mercifully shielding my body from there destructive power. I turned and looked over my shoulder. There was my close friend Titus Endor, leaping across the corridor and into the doorway of a nearby annex. He too had begun to take stock and prepare himself to assault the group of heretical scum that had taken defensive positions ahead. An intimidating grimace of determination was played across his face.
He was angry.
Emperor help anyone who got in the way of Titus Endor when he was angry.
'Titus!….Titus Emperor dam you!!!' I howled. The noise of the fire fight was deafening.
Endor turned and caught eyes with me.
'Magazine! Now!' I hollered at him, gesturing to my auto-pistol.
Still with shots echoing past us, Endor reached into his equipment pouch, searching for a spare mag. Finding one, he threw it across the width of the corridor and into my eager hand.
Catching it neatly, I emptied the rest of my clip down the length of the corridor. The dull thud of the weapon seemed insignificant compared to the loud hissing of the enemy's las-carbines. However the gun was reliable and did the job and as I fired the last round blindly over the console towards the heretics I heard the tell tale thud of a body hitting the deck. One down.
I reloaded my weapon and turned to Endor. He to was returning fire and I saw his chattering auto-gun drop yet another heretic scum.
Our attempts were fruitless though. I had counted at least eight men firing from the annex's and doorways along the corridor ahead. I had one, Endor had one.
That was still six; full auto las-carbines tearing destructive and deadly rounds towards our position. I didn't like the numbers.
Time to even things up.
I gestured to Endor to brace himself, and I felt his mind psychically tense next to me.
'Cease!' I commanded, using my will.
At once the deafening roar of las fire stopped.
It was replaced by the deafening roar of auto-gun fire.
Endor and I both charged down the corridor next to each other. My pistol roared in my hands as I unleashed round upon round at the stupefied opponents ahead.
I dropped one with a clean headshot as I began to sprint. His limp body fell to the ground lifelessly.
Another victim fell with three shots to the chest, his body buckling and spasming under the force.
Endor dropped yet another three with tight, controlled burst from his rifle. They were falling like dominoes.
The final gunman recovered from my mental command. Seeing his comrades struck down, he violently swung the door open of the room next to him and dived in, shouting and cursing obscenities at the top of his throat.
I gestured Endor to cover me and ran to the entrance of the room. The door was ajar and I kicked it in forcefully. Storming in with my pistol raised I hungrily sought out the final gunman. . .
And an immensely powerful las round hit me in my chest and threw me back out through the doorway I just used to enter.
My back thudded off the wall as I struck it, slumping to the ground.
A blurry Titus Endor ran towards me.
'Always to eager Gregor' he said smiling.
My vision blacked out. . .