Spark of Glory Chapter 6: The Attack

[i]School. That’s all I have to say.[/i] [i]Unnamed Ketch, sometime mid Golden-Age over at Earth[/i] After the last time I wrote in here, I went into cryostasis. The others didn’t really approve, but they understood that some of us would tire to keep fighting like this. I awoke from it to quite a rude awakening: “Everybody to battle stations! NOW!” As my eyes adjusted to the light and the freeze gas cleared, I saw someone looking at me. “It’s been a while, Koriks. We need your help.” Once my eyes adjusted fully, I saw alarms blaring and heard explosions and gunfire. And I suddenly recognized the voice as I saw the face of… Rajiks. “Indeed, old friend. First off, however, what’s going on? And how have we not run out of ether?” I asked. “We are being attacked. Come with me and I can show you, the rest will have to wait until after the attack,” he explained. I moved to my quarters and grabbed my Arc Blade and Shrapnel Launcher, and also grabbed my journal. Rajiks then led me to the command deck, where I saw a ship in front of us. It was almost U-shaped - that’s what you humans would call it - except the bottom half was a square and filled in, and there were two prong-like extensions. “Well, do we have to board it?” I asked. Rajiks confirmed that with a nod. “We should probably head to the hangar. Let’s go!” he exclaimed. Running to the hangar, we boarded a skiff which specialized in boarding. It took off and the sounds of explosions and gunfire began coming all around us. One sounded so close, that I had almost thought we had been hit. We eventually got to their hangar, which others had secured as a FOB. I saw Bravik on board. He looked stronger, experienced. Ready to fight. I hoped he still was not haunted by what happened in those... caves. He walked over and explained, “The others are pushing for the command deck. Follow me.” We ran through the ship, passing the bodies of Fallen and some other race, which appeared to be fat, wearing blue armor. Their heads were wrinkled, with black eyes. Their faces were covered with some type of black oil. As we moved through I began hearing gunfire, and we eventually came to a room where multiple Fallen and the other race were battling. After we entered the Fallen pushed forward with a newfound strength as our commander yelled, “Reinforcements have arrived! Let us crush these so-called Cabal!” The rest of us echoed a rallying cry and began fighting harder. It was a tough fight and we lost a good amount, however in the end we emerged victorious. We continued on to what we assumed would be the command deck. We entered, and saw a good amount of the soldiers of that “Cabal” our commander mentioned, who immediately turned and fired on us. I dodged left to avoid the incoming fire of one, proceeding to run up and electrify it with my Arc blade. It staggered the Cabal, knocking him back and giving me the chance to jump onto it’s back and force its helmet off. Immediately black oil sprayed out and got on me, and the Cabal fell down, dead. This gave me an idea. “Everyone focus on the helmets! Try to make holes in them!” I suggested. They fought with a renewed vigor and purpose, pushing forward. I began hearing the same hissing as from when I removed the helmet. Eventually the gunfire toned down, and the dust settled. I looked around. Once again, the battle had been won, however we were down to about 10 or so men, commander included. I began, “Well then. I reckon we should gather anyth-” I was interrupted by a hiss, as I saw a large platform in the center open up, and another one come up, with a large, gilded Cabal on it and some slightly gilded guardsmen. The gilded one yelled something in some language - I think I heard the word… “Sha’arn”? - and then from the two doors on the sides, 4 Cabal came from each door. This fight would not be easy.