Chapter 112 Station Siege

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Cleo, unfazed by their banter, nodded once more. "Rex's assessment is accurate. If we can secure the station, it will give us a significant strategic advantage. The asteroid belt's natural layout will provide cover, and the station itself has docking facilities that we can repurpose for larger-scale operations." Carlos finally sat back, processing everything. "Alright, so let me get this straight. We head to the station, wipe out the pirates, and convince the traders to let us stay. Sounds... ambitious." "Affirmative," Cleo replied simply. Rex clapped his hands together, the sound cutting through the room. "Then what are we waiting for?" he said, standing up with a grin. "Let's get to it." Cleo turned off the holo-display, her sharp gaze sweeping across the team. "We'll move out immediately. Rex, Carlos, and Ys prepare for deployment. I'll coordinate the fleet to ensure backup is ready if needed." She stretched lazily, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, this should be fun. Pirates, asteroid fields, traders begging for our help, it's practically a vacation. " ["Asteroid belt, principal mineral source in the sector"] "Sir! We can't hold on any longer!" The frantic voice of the station's lead engineer echoed through the command room. His face was pale and drenched with sweat as he gripped a console for support. " The shields are down, and we've run out of parts and energy to bring them back online! Where are the reinforcements?!" The trading station administrator stood silently by the reinforced observation window, his gaze fixed on the void of space beyond. The darkness was punctuated only by distant stars and the faint flashes of pirate ships circling the station like vultures. His shoulders sagged under the weight of his years, and his expression was grim. "There won't be reinforcements," the administrator said finally, his voice low and heavy. Without turning, he reached for a data pad on the desk beside him and tossed it to the engineer. The young man caught it clumsily, his hands trembling. He stared at the screen in disbelief as the administrator spoke. "Those are all the calls I've sent to the mayor for help. Every one of them went unanswered. Not a single response." The administrator finally turned, his tired eyes meeting the engineer's. "We've been left to die." "No..." The engineer's voice cracked as he scanned the data pad. "That can't be true. Maybe... maybe the pirates are jamming the communications! Yes, that has to be it!" His voice rose, desperation creeping into his tone. "That's why the requests aren't reaching the mayor. He doesn't know we need help!" The administrator sighed, rubbing a hand over his weathered face. " Give it up, kiddo," he said softly. "Face the truth. They've sold us out. The mayor let the pirates have us, probably for a cut of the profits." The engineer shook his head violently, his breathing quick and shallow. "No, no, that can't be! He wouldn't." The administrator stepped forward and placed a firm hand on the young man's shoulder, forcing him to meet his gaze . "Listen to me. We can't waste any more time clinging to false hope. The shields are down, the pirates are coming, and we have no backup. It's time to fight." The engineer stared at him, tears welling in his eyes as his trembling lips tried to form words. But the administrator didn't wait for a reply. He let out a long, tired sigh before walking toward the large storage locker in the corner of the room. "Send the order to the guards," The station guards and desperate civilians returned fire from behind the makeshift barricades, their laser shots streaking through the smoke-filled air. The room was chaos, flashes of light, the sharp crackle of electric discharges, and the screams of both the living and the dying reverberating off the steel walls. "Hia hia hia! The top five beauties on the station are mine tonight!" said one of the pirate leaders, a grotesque figure dressed in mismatched armor adorned with crude trophies, bits of jewelry and scraps of clothing stolen from past victims. His grin revealed jagged yellow teeth as he crouched behind a group of pirates wielding siege shields. One of his underlings, a wiry man with wide, nervous eyes, turned toward him cautiously. "But boss, uh... the big boss said the most beautiful ones are his to play with first. You know, before..." The underling trailed off, shuddering as he remembered the "torture sessions" their leader was infamous for. The pirate leader let out a shrill laugh, licking his cracked lips as his bloodshot eyes gleamed. "Hia hia hia! Who said I want the most beautiful girls?" He leaned toward the underling, his voice dropping into a disturbingly flirtatious tone. "Mmm, you're not so bad yourself. How about it, pretty boy? Care to keep me company tonight?" The underling's face turned pale as a sheet. Without saying another word, he bolted toward the front line, grabbing the nearest weapon he could find. Better to risk death than endure that . "Hia hia hia, what a shame!" the pirate leader laughed, watching with amusement as his underling tried to prove his bravery on the battlefield. A moment later, a laser blast from the station's defenders blew the poor man's head clean off, sending a spray of blood and charred flesh across the floor. "Pfft! Guess he didn't have much of a head for battle!" the pirate leader jeered, throwing his head back in cruel laughter as his men pressed forward. Meanwhile, the station's administrator ducked behind a stack of cargo crates, his old guard armor scratched and battered from stray shots. "Don't stop firing! " he barked, his voice rough but steady. He peeked out from cover, carefully aiming his old laser rifle. His shot struck true, blasting through the helmet of one of the pirates and sending the man crumpling to the ground. The engineer, crouched nearby, shouted over the chaos. "Gramps! There's too many of them! They keep pushing forward!" " Then we push harder !" the administrator snapped, his rifle glowing as he lined up another shot. He fired again, taking out another pirate before ducking back behind cover as a volley of return fire peppered the crates. But before the defenders could regroup, a new threat entered the fray. "Wait..." The engineer froze, his eyes widening as he spotted a new group of pirates entering through the breach. They carried long, tube-like weapons slung over their shoulders, the distinct shape was unmistakable. His heart sank as realization hit him like a freight train. "Are those... ROCKET LAUNCHERS?!" His voice cracked as he screamed, "EVERYONE, TAKE COVER!" The administrator's head snapped toward the engineer, and his eyes widened in alarm. "Missiles!" he bellowed. "TAKE COVER NOW!" The pirates holding the rocket launchers took aim, their grins wicked and bloodthirsty. A second later, the room was filled with a cacophony of whooshing sounds as the missiles launched. The defenders scrambled, diving behind whatever cover they could find as the rockets streaked through the air, leaving trails of smoke in their wake.

Chapter 112 Station Siege

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