The millitary unit deployed to the engine room set charges on the door. A sweep confirmed that the room was safe to enter, and they blew it open.
Standing there, in their engine room, surrounded by the bodies of the engine staff, was a gaunt Azguardian, sweat on his brow and his skin spread taunt across his body.
"What happened here?" Bellowed the seargent of the unit. The gaunt Azguardian replied
"A power fluxuation, it caused an explosion, I was in the bathroom at the time"
"Yes alright th-" The seargent was cut off by himself, he could see out of a window, a trio of Tyderian shuttles latched onto the ship. A faint memory of the planet Kraz floated back to the seargent, and he remembered Captain Horatio being hit by that black ball of darkness and escaping in a-
"Open Fire!" he ordered. Azguardians follow their orders, and the ten men fired without hesitation, riddling the Azguardian with bolts of crimson. He fell dead, but a ball of Black shot from him. Then the sound of a las-cutter awoke them from their fear as they saw three doors being cut out of the ship from the outside.
"Retreat!"
Regrad heard of what happened, and sealed the engine wing.
"Open up a channel to the Jutraalian fightrs, tell them we need them to take out those shuttles, they arn't freindlies."
"Why don't we do it, sir?"
"Because we've lost fire control on the guns... on the... engine wing... oh crap"
Outside the ship, the rear guns turned and targeted the Jutraalians...
