“All crew evacuate decks 3, 7, and 9 immediately. All personnel to Red, all personnel to Red. Executive Officer Johhansen to the bridge, order Phoenix!”

The walls rocked with a discordant rhythm as the outside was beaten by a relentless string of bolts and shots. It made walking difficult, but not impossible. Everyone was stumbling along the halls, scrambling to get to wherever you were needed. One man in specific, XO Johhansen, was working his way to the bridge as requested, having been overseeing the defense unit deployment. The man wasn’t small, so his falling around the hallways made for an obstacle for everyone else around as well.

The doors opened without much fanfare, and holding onto a console just inside, the XO overlooked the situation. “Why aren’t the E Shields up and running?!” His voice was commanding, a presence in the room. There was only one person higher ranking than him on the ship. That was the old man in the captain’s chair named Daisen, who turned to look at him.

“They penetrated, struck our generator. Our defenses have been useless so far.” The captain’s voice had all of the presence, and everyone was paying attention, even as they were pounding away at their stations, desperately trying to fix the situation they were in.

“Did they get their hands on new technology…?” The XO certainly seemed troubled by this news, who wouldn’t be? The Octo Squad he’d just sent out could be racing to their doom.

The old man simply shook his head solemnly, as if admitting this was a hopeless fight to be fighting…they needed to be more concerned with evacuation. “No…this isn’t the opposing force we know…”

The ship rocked heavily as an explosion flew up the hallway, roaring, raging, aiming it’s destructive fury at the last bastion of the Arigano, straight to the bridge. The flames reflected in the eyes of one Irvine Johhansen…and everything went black.