“Give the Nanites time, Master Chief” the Flight Surgeon fumed as she helped me back onto the examining table. Her attention quickly shifted to Spc. Esparza who just began to vomit. Cryofreeze is the hardest part of FTL travel; even with 3 tours of duty to the Outer Rim, I still dreaded the ‘freeze’, but I learned not eat 24 hours before going under. Esparza just learned that lesson. “Chief, get your team suited up after the doc clears you.” Captain McKenna tossed the vidscreen in my lap as he barged into the Medical Bay. “We have a situation.” The vidscreen summerized the details: _after exiting warp, Comm tried to hail Del Mora Station; Solar flares from the nearby star interfered; No response to hails_ _docked with Del Mora yesterday; still receiving no response to our hails._ _Varshun freighter in orbit around Darquin Prime._ _Varshun may have overrun the station; Thawing Marines to do a forced entry._ “Mount up Marines!” I laid the vidscreen on the table and headed to the Armory. 2008-05-20T18:22:50Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/31144 <p>Nice to see someone else doing some sci-fi! My mind pulled a lot of imagery from &#8220;Aliens,&#8221; though.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/31144?basename=63631 2008-05-20T18:22:50Z Browncoatben http://ficlets.com/authors/browncoatben <p>Nice to see someone else doing some sci-fi! My mind pulled a lot of imagery from &#8220;Aliens,&#8221; though.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/31144?basename=63630 2008-05-20T18:18:59Z Browncoatben http://ficlets.com/authors/browncoatben