Old Friends, Part 16: "Hay Ubers! Come out and play!"

Tyr, Harper, Rev Bem and Mary made there way back to the hanger. Harper patched through to link to Rommie's transceiver, "Rommie, can you hear me?" the Slipfighter's small screen changed to show the Shoulder of Orion's command deck. Dylan stepped forward, "We read you Harper. Did you manage to rescue Tyr?" Harper nodded, "We have him. When do you want us to start on the Drago's?" Dylan looked at his watch, "Five minutes. We'll fire the missiles in ten." Harper nodded, "Understood. Harper out." He cut the link and pulled himself from the cockpit. He turned to the others, "Ok, Dylan wants us to hit the Drago's in five. Another five minutes after that, they'll launch the missiles." Tyr nodded, "Let's go."

They made their way to the corridor outside command, and set themselves out to get the hatch in a deadly crossfire. Harper looked at the others, then cupped his hands around his mouth, "Hay Ubers! Come out and play!" Only a matter of seconds passed before two Nietzscheans ran through the hatch, weapons drawn: they quickly died under a hail of gunfire. More Nietzscheans dived out of command, forcing the crew to pullback to a secondary position.

Harper activated an explosive device he had rigged, blasting three more raiders through the air. Still the Drago's advanced, slowly herding the crew into a dead end.

On the Shoulder of Orion, Dylan counted down the seconds, "Now!" Orion turned to Rommie, "Sorry to have to do this to you old girl." He thumbed the button that sent a pair on missile towards the bigger ship.

A pair of explosions rocked the Andromeda as the missiles hit home, disabling the sub-light drive. Not expecting the impact, the Drago-Kazov soldiers where thrown off of their feet. Tyr surveyed the scene, "Attack!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Mary and Harper followed him as he charged the disorientated raiders, forcelances ready.

Harper had been in a lot of fights in his life, and knew how to handle himself, but he found himself awestruck by Mary: she moved like a dancer, never wasting an attack or dodge. She became a whirlwind of activity at the centre of a group of five Nietzscheans. Her forcelance was a blur as she struck out at her targets, seemingly unfazed of their own attacks. He watched as she back-flipped, catching one of the Nietzscheans under the jaw with her foot.

Gunfire echoed along the corridor as the boarding party from the Shoulder of Orion blasted their way through the remaining Drago-Kazov soldiers. Rommie screamed as Orion took a round from a Gauss Rifle full in the chest. Her next shot effectively decapitated the Nietzschean who had fired the shot.

Outnumbered and surrounded, the surviving Nietzscheans surrendered.

TBC.