Galactic system: Milky way, on board a IGE carrier.
"Where did these guys come from!?" Barnes shouted while pulling back on the trigger of his blaster as many times as he could towards the stowaways. It seemed a small group of fighters hid themselves away in the transport, now revealing them along with serious damage to the ship.
Barnes couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty for this, the transport was all for taking him to this primitive "Earth" he was briefed about. Him and his fellow troops held the hanger bay as well as they could, but these men were relentless in their push to eliminate the lot of them. Barnes could hear the sound of blaster fire sheering through his comrade's armor, letting out a final cut off shout of pain while hitting the polished floor.
"JEEZ! NO!" Quick thinking, Barnes grabbing his thermal grenade and chucking it at the doorway, obliterating the controls and dropping the ten inch thick door on three assassins. "BARNES! You get in that pod right now, we can hold them off long enough for you to get to the mission..We'd all be dead if you failed anyhow.." Sergeant Donovan grabbed Barnes by the shoulder and pointed at the only escape pod, Barnes just nodding and heading towards it.
The doors though, blasted open again by these masked soldiers. This time however they marched out of the smoke with heavy blaster repeaters, the troops getting shredded, those who didn't get into cover right away that is. Barnes ceased his retreat once more, taking hold of his blaster rifle again and firing while leaping into cover. Barnes knew that he had to go, but at the cost of his friends? Absolutely not.
"Guys, GUYS! Maybe we should push this too far?" The usually joyful private signaled to the supply crates they were hiding behind, all catching the hint. With a bit of a battle cry the troops all checked the crates, sliding them across the hanger floor and towards the still firing heavy gunners. And though a few were stuck down while the crates lost integrity, they still managed to force a retreat from their arrival at the breached bay door.
By that point, it was only a matter of time before the IGE would regain control of the transport, leading to the glance at Donovan before Barnes nodded again and headed for the drop pod. It was only by that point Barnes saw through the pod's glass a wounded Donovan, his stomach bleeding and staining the white armor they all wore. "..." Barnes knew the wound was deadly, but Donovan still gave him the signal to eject...Two friends saying farewell for the last time.
Barnes took one more glance at his old friend, even through that expressionless helmet Donovan could hear the "Sorry" worded by the private. His gloved hand was holding the release, knowing that he needed to let go of the handle. And so he did...Shot out into the darkness of space with a spinning and confusing sensation that one could never shake off.
His destination? Earth. Only a matter of time before he arrived there.
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