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Looking from the outside in, the Skygrasper looked well. Looking from the inside out was a different matter. The bulkheads were painted red by the blood of Imperial soldiers. Alarms rang off in a hundred different directions for a thousand different reasons. Casualties were strewn about in every direction. At first, it was assumed that the wreckage of the first Death Star had caused disturbances, but alas, twas not to be. Lockdown procedures took effect almost immediately. The protective action was supposed to keep the crew safe, but it only worsened the slaughter. It gave the killer, a butcher of men, easy access to cornered crew members. Sensors were down, external and internal, so the enemy was unknown. The bridge had no idea what they were facing. It could be any number of hostile soldiers causing the massacre, as it was unthinkable that a lone butcher could cause such a ruckus. Blaster fire echoed down hallways, some groups simply spraying at their imagination. Whole platoons of soldiers we unaccounted for. Chaos had ensued.
Acolyte Skarpsvärd stood on the bridge with the majority of the known survivors, including the only other Acolyte onboard the Skygrasper. She listened to the vox-comms from various squads of soldiers sent to gather intelligence on the enemy and destroy it.
*static*…three more casualties over here, over. *static*
*static* Bring the medkit over….. raise his legs a bit... open fire! *static*
*static* Hunter Three, this is Hunter Seven. How does the corridor bravo two look, over? *static*
*static* …it’s all over me…oh Go….it’s… over me… et it off….. *static*
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