Space: An infinity of peace and silence, briefly interrupted by random burst of fire and violence.
The ISXC Battleship, loaded with three platoons of skirmishers, collided into the freighter like a free-fall lead weight. The skirmishers, Andrus Ovega and Leon Treu among them, shook in their racks. External clamps locked the Battleship onto the freighter like a multi-headed lamprey. The Breachers went to work, churning through the titanium-tungsten alloy hull. Over the shoulders of his squad mates, Andrus saw sparks fly and metal melt red. He braced himself for what was to follow.
The armatures that held each skirmish rocked back, like the hammer of a gun. The Breacher finished its work and split apart like clockwork flower petals, leaving an open door to the overrun freighter. Dust and soot rolled into the launch t...
Please subscribe to keep reading.