VC Chapter 5-Hidden Shadows

Sector 1400

Planet 1401

January 16, 2052

“Chase, we're in.” an asian man with black hair and a black bandana around his head opened the hatch to the Voyager corvette.

“Good. I want him alive Matthew.” Chase rubbed his beard and then stormed back into the lift to his bridge.

Matthew waved his team of five to turn their guns to stun as he took point into the dark quiet ship. The pilot did not appear to have surrendered easily despite his ship being captured and boarded.

“Spread out and watch your sectors.” Matthew whispered as he pointed two of his men to head to the lower deck of the ship.

Meanwhile, Wicker had managed to sneak into one cargo compartments on the lower deck and caught a glimpse of boots walking towards him. He knew he couldn't fire his gun as it would compromise his position so he holstered his pistol and readied his fists.

“Where is this guy?” one of the pirates whispered as he panned his flashlight across the small cargo containers.

“I don't know, but I think he is a coward.” the other pirate cursed as he hit his feet at a metal box creating a loud noise.

“God, are you stupid?” the pirate looked at his foolish friend.

Out of nowhere, Wicker emerged from the shadows and elbowed the first pirate to the gut and then did an uppercut to his partner in one swift motion. The first pirate was groaning in pain while the second pirate was already knocked out cold with one blow. Wicker grabbed the collar of the first pirate and launched a heavy strike into the side of its head knocking the pirate unconscious.

“Badyr, how's it going down there?” Matthew spoke on his radio as he scanned the empty cockpit.

Wicker crouched beside one of the fallen pirates with a buzz cut that appeared to be some sort of asian descent unlike his black counterpart who was bleeding from the nose. He noticed some chatter on the ground and picked up an active radio.

“Badyr, do you copy?” the radio asked.

“Shit.” Wicker mumbled to himself as he collected the weapons from his opponents before heading towards a service ladder heading up to the cockpit.

Quickly making his way up the ladder, he unlatched the lock and popped the lid open to see two pirates pointing their guns at his direction. He quickly let go of the ladder and dropped back down to the lower deck with a hard fall when he felt a gun poke the back of his helmet.

 “Freeze.” Matthew cocked his gun.