Aboard the Kyelwind, Chief Petty Officer Demid observed the ships cargo. He was not the one originally intended for the mission: His position was one attained through connections, namely via his uncle being a vice admiral. These connections also payed for the bit of circuitry that replaced the chunk of brain blasted out by the pistol of a lucky rebel. It was that circuitry that was defective, had made him increasingly mentally unstable, and were it not for his uncle, would have caused him to not be allowed on this mission. As it stood, though, this was his chance to prove that just because he occasionally heard voices, or hallucinated that ants were crawling out of his ear, and might be suspected of murdering one of his own subordinates in cold blood, he was worthy of a promotion so he could have more authority to kill more of the rebels.
He entered the cargo bay. In a series of tubes, were various aliens. Demid was only given a few details: They were part of some sort of super soldier project, and if anything happened to them, he would be executed, painfully. He had decided to go for an alternative strategy: Instead of letting everyone know the ship's cargo was valuable, he would just disguise it as a routine supply run. Rebels were everywhere. The best course of action was to make sure they didn't get the chance to kill you. He was confident the mission would go flawlessly. He had a light group of grunts to guard him and the cargo.
At least, he was confident until the alarms went off. The rebels had already reviewed the plan: Dispatch any soldiers, swipe the ship, then head back for the base on Nesai. It would be simple...If there were actually any weapons.
"Dammit, what the hell is going on?!" Demid yelled, and pressed the PA call button. He knew this would happen. The rebels had come to finish the job. Maybe if he let someone else take care of it, the problem would go away.
"Alright, listen up! Figure out what that was, or heads will roll!" His voice crackled over the PA. Most of the Alliance Soldiers were well aware of the CPO's habit of having fits. He often had drills like this, and they were at this point ignoring them. Unfortunately, this time it was not a drill.
"Why I was ever with these guys is beyond me." Leo said, as he stepped out of the portal and onto the Kyelwind. He and the other squad members had arrived in a small ship. The journey had been cramped, but it did have a teleportation device, often used for docking with other ships. He found himself in a break room, a group of soldiers playing cards. They were so intent on the game they didn't even notice Leo until he stretched out his palm. A long, spiked tendril shot from a mouth on his palm, and wrapped around the neck. The soldier tried to scream, but lacked the breath, and upon being slammed into a wall, the consciousness necessary to voice such things. The other three were luckier. They were, like most other soldiers, cowardly without their weapons, and ran for it.
"Fuck! Demid wasn't kidding this time!" A voice could be heard over a PA, this time one of the grunts with the Alliance. Suddenly, every chore boy on the ship sprang into action. The whole ship was panicking. It was just supposed to be a supply run. Most of the ship's occupants had never been in an actual fight before. The ship and it's precious treasure were ripe for the plunder.