"Dammit, Fox 8! Turn on your locater and we'll try to pick you up.
"Fox 5, I can't raise anyone on 2's team! Finish your sweep and then go and check on Fox 2,3, and 4. Send Fox 6 back to the mess hall and meet up with 10, then you two go sweep the port side and find this girl. When you do, kill her."
He switched the comm off and looked over at 10. "Get your ass back there and kill that girl. I'll finish up here."
Fox 10 grabbed his assault carbine and exited the bridge. As he came to the first intersection a black cloaked figure glided through the darkness ahead of him. He sprinted the last few feet to the junction and pressed himself against the corridor wall. He waited an instant before springing around the corner, blaster carbine leveled and ready to open fire. There in front of him stood the cloaked figure. He was about to pull the trigger when the cloak collapsed to the floor, empty.
He looked down at the cloak in the dimness and noticed it had orange trim.
"Guys," he said into his comm, "this ship is haunted. I just saw a cloaked figure floating down the corridor, when I got to it, it was empty."
"I saw a black shadow moving along the wall just a minute ago," Fox 9's voice came back.
Fox 10 turned around to continue to his rendezvous. He heard other voices on the comm, but he didn't listen to what they were saying. He was more concerned about the man standing in front of him. An evil grin spread across the man's face as he snapped on an orange laser sword.
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Fox 6 crept carefully back down the corridor towards the mess hall. Now Fox 10 wasn't answering his comm. He could feel the sweat running down his back. It was getting hard to breathe.
Suddenly he felt a hand reach around his neck and grasp the lock on his helmet. He spun around to see the a beautiful blonde girl standing there. He tried to bring his carbine to bear, but she activated a red light saber and cut his weapon in half.
Why is it so hard to breathe? He thought. Gasping for breath, he sank to his knees and tried to remove his helmet, but the lock wouldn't budge. He checked his air gauge, but it read empty.
"Bitch! You shut off my air," he tried to say, but instead only a wheezing sound came out.
Her serene smile was last thing he saw as the darkness crept in.
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Fox 5 poked his head into the engine room, but it was empty.
I'm getting the fuck outta here, he thought and began to move down a corridor for the mess hall.
As he rounded a corner, Fox 4 came staggering out of one of the quarters and fell to his knees. 5 rushed to help him. He grabbed 4's arm and began to lift him up.
"What happened to you? Why haven't you answered your comm?" he asked 4.
4 said nothing but looked up slowly, and 5 suddenly realized his mistake as he saw not his teammate, but a young man with a wicked looking vertical scar across his face looking back from 4's helmet.
He flicked on his comm to call for help, but only his dying scream was broadcast as a dark blue beam of light swept through his abdomen.
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Fox 9 couldn't stand it anymore. He looked at the prisoners. "What the fuck is going on?"
He grabbed the Captain and drove his weapon into the man's cheek. "Tell me what's happening or I'll scatter your brains all over the rest of your crew!!"
"I don't know! I swear it!!"
The Captain's fear was real enough. Fox 9 looked around the room at the 6 other prisoners and read the bewilderment and fear on their faces as well.
Wait. Weren't there only 6? he thought. He counted again. Now there were seven.
He brought his weapon up and covered the prisoners as he slowly backed toward the door. He was gonna get out of here. Suddenly his weapon was jerked out of his hands, flew across the room, and landed squarely in the hands of one of the prisoners. He looked at the prisoner with the jaw length black hair. The man was covering him with the carbine in one hand and brushed the hair out of his face with the other.
"Where did you come from?" Fox 9 asked.
"From your nightmares," the man replied as he pulled the trigger.
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"Fox 5...... Fox 6..... Fox 9..... SOMEBODY ANSWER ME DAMMIT!!" the leader screamed into his comm.
"Uh, Fox 8 here...."
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