Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160108000841/@comment-5543592-20160108035004

(Flight deck C works xD, it doesn't really matter)

"I know!" He pressed a button and dramatic music began to play, followed by the familar voice by a member of The Ames Brothers:

Daniel's Tune of the Moment

"8...

7...

6...

5...

4...

3...

2...

1!"

Daniel flicked a switch and the rocket shot into the sky like a bullet, trailing smoke and flame trailing behind it, happy-go-lucky song flowing throughout it's confines.

It soared upwards quickly with intense speed, and the passengers were thrown back into their seats by the force. Daniel appeared to be nodding along with the music. He jerked the steering wheel, taking a sharp and very unnecessary turn and directing the ship on a curve as it roared upwards, blasting through the atmosphere. It was only minutes, before they were in space. The blackness enveloped them, and outside the rocket's walls was a dark, ocean of nothingness. Such a swift transition brought some vertigo, or nausea. However, the G-force of the rocket kept gravity from affecting them.

And in the middle of a battle. The music suddenly seemed laughably inappropriate for the seen. Two behemoths of space ships- one a massive thing, almost like a white triangle of death with a lone, equally massive engine and piled with missiles and all kinds of weapons, duked it out with another ship. This was was tan colored, and narrow, but no less scary looking. A space station sat of to the side, floating in the dark depths of space, but it only took a small brunt of the force. Missiles soared from battleship to battleship, from space station to battleship, from battleship to space station. The destruction was awe provoking. Silvery, large rockets danced with the smallish, grey Delta IXs, and all this clammered on, just outside the Zues 45's cockpit.

"Wow!" Shouted Daniel, seeming amazed by the battle. "Look at that!"

"Comrade, Petra!" A nearby pilot called to her. He gestured to something out of her sight. "Tie that down!" She never got to see what he meant, as suddenly a rocket ripped into the docking bay.

They used tesla fields, a common tech, to maintain a wall of sorts, that kept the vaccum from killing everything inside the hanger. It was very useful, and no one in their right mind would ever tamper with it. To do so would doom everyone on the ship.

The Delta IX rocket tore right through the tesla field. The field admitted it, and the rocket crackled with energy as it swooped into the hanger, swerving as it slowed it's momentum. It's jet engine immiedately cooked five poor soviets who had been standing in it's path. Then the rocket lurched, metal legs extended from it, and it dropped onto them, power cutting off. It sat still for a moment, before it's cargo bay door shot open, and six men in dark armor, with red-lit visors swept into the hanger main, guns raised. They were armed with autmatic laser rifles, the three pronged barrels fairly obvious of the weapons' function.

Their leader, a man whose armor was a military light green and wore a duster and whose visor shown espically red, shouted out an order in a rumbling voice.

"Terminate hostiles!" Red laser fire immediately filled the hanger, and people screamed as they were cut down. The soldiers appeared to be targeting he pilots, and leaving the civilian workers alone. Only those in miltiary uniform would be in danger...

"Captain Aleksandra!" A crisp voice barked into the Soviet commander's earpiece. "We have intruders in Flight Deck C.  Respond immediately!"