The armoury was quite in the morning, not many troopers would be able to take their routine range tests. Nathan saw the clerk behind his desk and walked over. "Good morning, standard stock check." He said after giving a knock on the office door. The office clerk looked up, surprise in his eyes.
"Good morning sir. What can I do for you?" His voice squeaked out.
"Nothing special. Just the standard stock count. You know the dril."

As they were discussing the new teleporter system the warning lights went on, they were under attack. By instinct Nathan grabbed a near by trolley and threw weapons and ammo on it. “Call hanger bay four, tell them I will be shortly!” He shouted towards the desk clerk as he was already halve way to the teleporter. “Sir! It hasn’t been tested yet on multi celled organisms!” The man called back, dialling the hanger bay none the less.

The teleporter was a recent design, primarily made for quickly transporting weapons and ammo across the space station. There were two modems attached to each other. While one focused on storing the information received by the scanner. The other would send that information to the designated location. The scanner made a model of all monticules’ present in the machine. The particle exhilarator would split the object to monicules' which then were sent trough a tube towards the designated location. On the other end the process would be reversed.

The doors opened and Nathan felt slightly sick. Pushing the trolley ahead of him he noticed the surprised looks on the faces of the hanger bay personnel. “Stop looking stupid and grab a gun! We have a battle to fight!” Nathan shouted at the man surrounding him. He was about to make his way to the Echo when he noticed it was already gone. Curse his impatiens. Nathan thought. James could be just that at times. The Echo was his plaything after all. Nathan quickly turned on his heels and grabbed an AC-52 and a box of matching ammo. If he was going to be trapped in here he might as well put on a good fight. Shouting order left and right to the men present, Nathan started to make a defensive position around the exit doors.

The wait hadn’t been long. A small number of either damaged or out of ammo fighters returned, closely followed by Zeroth personnel carriers. It wasn’t before long that the chaos spread around the hanger bay, the only way to separate friend from foe was by the armour they wore. Nathan wasn’t yet accustomed to his prosthetic leg, but it did little to affect his aim. Already six enemies had died by his hand. As battle waged on the young Brigadier noticed the Echo’s return, the moments pause almost had cost him his life as a wild shot blurred across his vision. His attention was immediately snapped back to when and where.

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