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"We are about to take off." Alexsandr said as the shuttle starting moving.

As the shuttle left, James began his walk back to the bridge, in case his navigation duties were needed.

Fern looked out the window, upon the planet. He made sure that the box of back up supplies were under his seat and readied his pistol, you never know when an attack could happen.

Anderson looked out the window following Fern. Real land... he thought. He kept his weapons close at hand as pirates were always unorthodox. He took a deep breath and waited for landing.

The shuttle flew into the hanger of the station and landed. The area was pretty dark and it seemed the station was running on emergency power. Before Alexsandr opened the door, he asked,

"Everyone ready? We don't exactly know what we'll find here. Hendrik, stay here and keep the shuttle on in case we have to make a quick escape.. I have a bad feeling about this."

"Understood, captain. Perhaps the doctor should stay here as well, until he's really needed?"

Hendrik didn't relish the thought of spending time with the religious whack-job, but it seemed like common sense to him that it would be a bad idea to have their only medical officer in the line of fire.

"Good idea. Anymore suggestions or questions?"

" Captain Alexsandr,  reconnaissance would be invaluable to this operation. This unit is equipped with state of the art stealth and observation systems. Might I suggest that I go first? " HKR suggested.

"Good idea, but be careful out there. We have outfitted you with one of our comm. units as well, so report when you find something."

Gunther spoke up to the captain, "Just letting you know I only just woke up from six years in stasis, so I'm not really at 100% right now. I'd suggest I protect the rear unless my machine gun is needed up front."

Alexsandr looked at Gunther for a few seconds.

"As you wish. But you must get combat ready in the future... Especially in these situations."

"Yeah, definitely, definitely," Gunther responded while looking down and preparing his gun. "It was just my first time in stasis, and I didn't realize how much it takes out of you. Won't happen again."

"I think it is time for HKR-07 to scout out this facility. I'll open the door and we'll set a base in this hanger..."

Alexsandr said as he opened the door.

HKR nodded and activated stealth mode. Its photosensors dimmed and it made its way out of the shuttle...

Lights were out. Emergency flashes spun, indicating to it that emergency power was on. Not good. It's "ears" picked up no sound, no footsteps, klaxons, nothing at all. It slowly made its way down the corridor, staff at the ready. There were blaster marks all over the walk by where it was. Who ever shot into this side of the corridor were amateurs. It continued on and was met by a massacre. Bodies littered the floor of what it guessed was a common room. Marks on the walls indicated wild, random firing from where the dead had once stood. But who ever killed them were skilled, the wounds indicated military grade weapons and skill. It was almost...familiar. HKR couldn't put its finger on it but something about this was off. When it inspected the bodies it came to it. They were rotting, they'd been dead for a while. So who sent the SOS? And why were their valuables still here? Pirates would have stripped this place clean by now. Something was off, it felt uneasy. It turned and rushed back to the shuttle as fast as it could, entering and turning to the captain.

"Captain Alexsandr, something is not right here. Bodies indicate that the crew has been dead for a while. Wounds indicate professional assailants. Valuables are intact. All signs show that this is no mere pirate attack. Advise extreme caution."

"Shit. I say we high-tail it out of here right fucking now. I have a feeling we've been lured into a trap."

Hendrik's military history was on clear display with the way he swore in tense situations.