Lost Empire 51_(1)

0001 – Tempro                                             0403 – Johnathon                     
0003 – Conner- Thomas                              0667 – Marco – Brown                  
0097 – Ace – Zimmel                                    0778 – Jan                    
0098 – Lucy                                                  0798 – Celeste  –  Shelby (human)
0101 – Shelby (mother ship) – Derrick      0908 – Tara – Mara              
0125 – Lars                                                   0999 – Zan                       
0200 – Ellen                                                  1000 – Sherry –  Lucie (for the moment)                                     
0301 – Rodrick               
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Derrick was moving through the access way toward the main section of the shipyard. Ahead to his right Staff Sergeant Randall Jimison signaled to his left. Sergeant first class Daniel Norman nodded as he adjusted the mirror. Looking back he signaled two guards in a standard patrol. Nodding Derrick signaled to take them quietly no noise. Shaking his head he thought back to Tempro.
 
Both men slipped around the corner as Derrick watched in the mirror that they had left. As quiet as he remembered them being, Derrick watched as they approached then put both guards away with little to no noise.
 
Derrick came to both men at a run as they stood in front of the thick security door. When both men shrugged at him Derrick again thought to Tempro, a moment later the door clicked then slowly opened. Smiling both men nodded as they moved inside.
 
Derrick nodded to both men as he signaled to spread out looking for any more guards. Shaking his head Derrick hadn’t expected the situation that was here. Apparently the ship yard had been infiltrated by some really bad characters. According to Tempro all that was known was that there had been an explosion on the transport as it moved away from the ship yard.
 
Derrick had cursed when he saw what appeared to be pirates again in the main hallway. So far the scans had indicated thirty men that were here, well twenty eight now. All the reports had said that thirty bodies had been found after the transport had exploded. Further into the complex Derrick almost growled when he saw that their enemy had tripled their guards. ‘Damn’ he thought, ‘did they know that they were here?’
 
Derrick saw that both men were working their way back to him. “I can see at least eight out here, and another eight at the next junction. Might get one set of them not sure about both.” Norman told him.
 
“I tend to agree, we could get five or six, but afraid the last two or three might set off the alarm. Sorry Commander.” Jimison told Derrick.
 Derrick sat a moment as he was listening to Tempro. Nodding Derrick described a way into where the people from the transport were being held. A mere ten minutes later they were well inside about to make a move when an alarm went off.
 
“What’s with all the damn noise?” A large man with several scars on his older face snarled into his com.
 
“Found the outer most guard dead sir,” came the voice of a young sounding man.
 
“WHAT!!?? Everyone out! Find the bastards! Leave three here with me, ought to be enough to control these scared pansies.” The obvious leader was yelling into the com.
 
Derrick smiled then nodded to both Norman and Jimison. Both men, moved through the back of the walls picking their positions. Taking a deep breath Derrick knew that this next part was risky as it always was. Checking his repulser vest he stepped out into the room.
 
“Hey asshole!” Derrick yelled then dived back in the wall.
 
All four of the pirates whirled toward where they had heard the shout. “They are in here with us!” The older scar faced man yelled into his com. Then toward the room he said, “You’re dead you piece of shit!”
 
Rushing toward the wall, the leader only heard the first then the second of his men go down. “Get back…” The man started to yell then the com. was flying across the room with a hole in it. A moment later the third of the men went down.
 
Grabbing one of the females in the room the man shouted to the air placing a wicked knife at her throat. “Go ahead but I guarantee that’s she’s dead whether or not you get me!” Two shots from different directions were heard. Then the knife was flying in one direction as the man was falling back with a hole in the side of his head.
 
Derrick ran out to check on Shiloh and Grant. “Lieutenant Shiloh, Warrant Grant can you both stand?”
 
Both men looked up at Derrick with both their mouths hanging open. “Sir?” Shiloh stated. “Is that really you?”
 
Derrick had to chuckle, “Yes, though I think we’re about to have company. I want you and Grant to get everyone out of here and back to your ship.” Derrick smiled more as he patted both of the men on their backs.
 
Grant snapped to attention as did Shiloh. “Will do sir!” Grant said as they gathered everyone up heading for the open wall.
 
Derrick waited until they were all out then entered the wall himself moving to a better position. Touching his ear he said. “Take them all no survivors!”
 
“No problem,” came Jimison’s grim reply.
 
“Happy to clean up the filth.” Norman said with a smile.
 
The next ten minutes could only be described as a blood bath as the men came in en masse. Then they were falling almost as fast, as all three of the men took them out. Unable to see their targets the final few panicked trying to escape. They were also taken down by several well placed shots.
 
A sound Derrick hadn’t heard in a long time came from his communicator. “Yes?!” Derrick stated when he opened the channel.
 
“Commander?” Came the voice of Shiloh.
 
“Yes Lieutenant?” Derrick said a moment later. 
 
“Just wanted to let you know that we are secure. The wife and four children were well hidden so they were safe.” Shiloh replied.
 
“Wife and four children? I never knew you were married! Before you leave I’d like to meet them.” Derrick told the man as he silently cursed to himself.