Chapter 6

Six shots rang out at a time; sparks and smoke filling the corridor as they hit the door with precise accuracy. Jare smiled in anticipation. 'Soon,' he thought 'this ship will be mine and that so called sister will no longer curse my family name.' His teeth bore through his smile, he was going to enjoy this. With one final blast the doors gave in and exploded. He quickly covered his head and let three of his crew step into the smoke; he knew someone like Captain Hunt would not give up his ship without a battle. His two remaining crew members covered his back, he was not going to under estimate this ship; he had heard too many stories.
Red lights streaked out infront of his men, the fire from Hunt's crew missed but not by much. The three front Nietzscheans tried to dodge the weapons, while he quickly took stock of what lay before him.
Dylan and Tyr had shot first as the door was burst open and Beka and Harper followed suit aiming their force lances at the offending aliens. Within seconds the first two fell to the ground; Dylan and Tyr fired simultaneously and brought the third to his demise. The smoke from the Nietzschean weapons was stinging their eyes and beginning to coke them. Backing away slightly Dylan saw a blur of movement and fired but it disappeared again leaving him wondering if he had imagined it.
Beka launched herself forward on noticing one of the fallen Nietzscheans stir. He jumped to his feet ready to attack again, when something hit him on the back of his head and he fell down again, face first. Dylan turned and nodded at Beka who stood at the Nietzschean's feet. The fight had moved further into the command deck, there was no way Captain Dylan Hunt was going to let anyone take over his ship.
Harper, who up to now had been firing as best he could; helping to take out the Nietzscheans, barrelled forward towards Tyr.

'Tyr, look out.' he yelled as the fifth Nietzschean aimed his weapon. Tyr spun round using faster than human reflexes and basted the enemy with his force lance. He went down in a shower of red sparks. Tyr had, had enough of simply stunning them, he was ready to end this fight. The last Nietzschean tried to back out, he wasn't prepared to die but Tyr stood in his way and with a snarl on his face shot him to the ground. Dylan, Beka and Harper stood around Tyr slightly stunned by his actions but not saying anything.

'Rommie, I thought you said there was six Nietzscheans.' Dylan said noting the five bodies strewn around the deck.

'They are,' Rommie's avatar said joining them on deck, after she had managed to fix the damage done by the energy weapon. 'One is heading towards Ops deck, where Trance and Shara are.'

The five crew members stared at each other, how had they let him past? A plan started to form in Dylan's mind.