Boarded

Alarms were going off all over the ship. Technicians and soldiers were shouting, and with his slow, rudimentary knowledge of Baersonnis, the only word Ben understood was Pfhor. He grabbed someone running by and asked what was going on, but the baerson was in a hurry, and his quick speech was no better than gibberish to Ben. The next option was the AI's. He looked around for a terminal. The nearest one was across the room. He sprinted over to it, almost tripping over a technician, and accessed it. The first screen was Leela's logo.
The Pfhor have boarded the Marathon. I need you to go down the stairs to your left, find the maitenance shaft, and get to one of the control rooms. I'll tell you more when you get there.
The terminal turned off. Ben looked to his left and saw a staircase going down. "Santini!" someone shouted as he started for it.
He turned. One of his Black Razors, Asha Miller, was running towards him, gun drawn. "What is it, Miller?"
"What's going on, sir? I can't understand a damn word these people are saying in all the confusion." That was bad. Asha had been the first of the Black Razors to pick up on the baerson language, and she was still the best at it. She could even read it, which was more than Ben could say for any other human here. They were taught to recognize some words, but that didn't mean they could read it.
"We're being boarded," he told her. "Watch out for the Pfhor-"
"What the hell do they look like?"
An orange bolt of energy came from a door on the other side of the room and hit her in the back. "Fuck! What was that?"
"Put your helmet on, Miller!" Ben ordered.
A tall, spindly biped emerged from the darkness. It was green - or wore green armor. Ben couldn't tell which - and carried a staff taller than itself with a glowing crystal at the top of it. A mask, probably for breathing, covered the lower part of of its face and a sort of hose went from there to the armor on its chest. One shot from Ben's .44 sent it flying backwards with a distant, hollow scream, and it hit the ground in a pool of green blood.
Locking her helmet on, Asha walked over and kicked the body. "Fuck," she whispered. "So these are the scum. Weak assholes, aren't they?"
"Maybe, but there's tons of 'em. Listen, Miller, you kill anything you see that ain't human. Or - well, you know what I mean. I gotta go."
"Yes, sir."
At the bottom of the stairs there was a small room with two vents leading out of it. One was an air duct, maybe five feet square, up near the ceiling, and the second, the maitenance shaft, was big enough for a man to walk through and was on the opposite wall from the air duct. Ben wanted to run down the shaft, but the sound his boots already made on the metal was much too loud for his comfort, so he refrained from being louder.
After an eternity he finally found the other end and emerged in a bright room. At one end there was a terminal, and the adjacent wall was lined with switches and circuits. The light began to flicker, and he ran to the terminal.
Pay close attention. The wall to your left has three switches and four circuits. Throw the first and second switch, destroy the second circuit board, and then hit the third switch, in that order. That will get the sheilds back up. I would do it myself, but the Pfhor destroyed some of my circuits when they boarded, so you'll have to do it manually. Hurry. The longer the sheilds are down the more chance there is of the Pfhor taking the ship.
"The sheilds are down?" Ben muttered. "Shit." He quickly followed the computer's orders, throwing switches and destroying circuits. As he finished a sound came from behind him. It sounded bubbly, and he couldn't identify it for a moment. He realized it was a voice, speaking an unknown language unpronounceable by human mouths, and he turned to see one of the Pfhor, this one in orange, stood less than three feet away from him. It was in a crouch, with its staff poised as if ready to fire. Ben pulled the trigger of his .44. The bullet knocked the thing back in a spurt of green blood, but it took one more shot to kill it.
He went back to the terminal, but it was shorted out. "Dammit." He quickly left the room and made his way back to the deck he'd started on. Numerous bodies covered the floor, and Asha was standing over one, holding up its staff to the light. "Where is everyone, Miller?" he demanded.
"I don't know. I heard some people running down the hall a minute ago." She turned back to the bodies. "These fuckers are nasty. Easy as hell to kill, but there's a shitload of 'em."
"Yeah, well, listen. We gotta get to everyone else. Hold on for a second while I see if Leela wants me to know anything."
"Leela?" Asha said, but he had already gone to the terminal.
The sheilds are back up, but the ship has already been invaded by Pfhor. I've teleported most of the soldiers to a more secure part of the ship, but I've left a few to deal with the invaders.
Leave this room by the south door and find a storage room in the hall. There will be weapons there. Kill any Pfhor you see. When you get to the bridge I'll give you further details.

After opening five doors in the long hallway the two Black Razors found a small storage room filled with weapons and they grabbed as much as they could carry. Keeping her other guns put away in her pack and on her belt, Asha opted to keep her .44 in her hands, while Ben put everything away but his Zeus-class fusion pistol. The alarms had stopped when he'd hit the third switch, but now there was no sound in the hallway but their footsteps, and Ben would have easily welcomed the piercing alarms again, not only to soothe his nerves, but also to cover up the sounds of their approach.
He glanced sideways at Asha. In her armor, which was not unlike the TRV suits they used on Earth, it was impossible to tell what sex she was. The big, globular helmet made her look like some sort of bug or robot, and he was sure he looked just as ridiculous. The armor was made out of a thin Taerian metal, light and easy to move around in - not much heavier than regular police armor. It was much stronger, however, protected by a waterproof electron-deflect force sheild that lost power with each hit it sustained. According to the people at the training facilities, translated by Councillor Kiriam, the sheilds on 1X level (there were three levels) could easily take shots from numerous grenades, and even two or three SPNKR missiles (Ben wasn't anxious to have this proved). However, once all of your sheilds were gone, you could be easily killed by most known Pfhor weapons, or at least severly injured.
On the inside of the helmet there was a console. Near the bottom were two strips of color, on red - the sheilds indicator - and one blue - the oxygen indicator. Both were full. Above them was a green console screen. The left side of it was a list of the ammunition he had, but could be toggled to show what weapons he had or what items. The other side showed what weapon he was using and what was left in the clip. To the left of all this was a motion sensor, where he was a green square in the middle of an approximately fifty-foot radius. It showed Asha walking to his right as another green square, and any non-human/baerson would appear as a red triangle.
At the end of the hallway there was a door. Their motion sensors showed great movement, Pfhor and otherwise, behind it, and they could hear gunshots and the sounds of Pfhor shock sticks. The voices of Pfhor and humanoid wounded and dying bounced through the hallway. "Here goes," Ben said, and opened the door.
As the door slid upwards Ben and Asha began firing of the Pfhor. Their two guns had about the same force, but Ben's had a greater range and could fire overloaded shots that would kill almost anything in the room with one hit. Afte a moment he began to see other aliens in the room besides the tall stick-carrying Pfhor (he had ceased to think of the baersonai as aliens since seeing the Pfhor). There were shorter ones, clad in either green or purple armor, carrying guns almost exactly like his MR-75B machine gun/grenade launcher, and one huge tan-colored monster with plates on it's arms easily mistaken for wings at first glance, that fired some sort of green plasma bolt from a contraption on its shoulder. Ben watched it fire on a human, and when the Black Razor's sheilds ran out his armor acted as a conductor for the strange bolt, and he was killed instantly. Two shots from Ben's fusion pistol had nearly the same effect on the alien, but instead of frying to death under its armor, it exploded.
The fight lasted only a few more minutes, leaving all of the aliens and many soldiers and crew dead. While the unhurt went around taking care of their dead and wounded Ben ordered a technician to go find help and knelt down next to a pile of dead aliens. He ripped off their armor and helmets and looked at their wounds and outer anatomy.
Asha knelt beside him. "What the hell are you doing, Santini?"
"They're weaker than us, under their armor," he told her. "Even the big ones."
"Are they all Pfhor?"
"I'm pretty sure. See, they all have the same body shape and three eyes. But it's like there's subspecies or something."
"That's great. Was this all of them?"
"I doubt it," Ben muttered, looking around the room now. Up on the bridge there was a terminal, and he bounded up a few steps and accessed it.
The pilot and navigator were killed in the initial boarding, so I have taken control of the ship with Durandal. However, the Pfhor are somehow bypassing some of our securities and have downloaded Tycho, our third AI, into their systems. We think they're getting in through some of our computers, but with Tycho gone it would be easier to shut them down manually than for me to bypass his circuits. Take extreme caution - the Pfhor you killed are only a fraction of the ones on the ship, and now that they have Tycho they might be able to get past our sheilds again. Hurry.

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