Waking wasn't a pleasant experience, the first thing Lisa experienced was an immediate nausea followed by feeling more bloated than she had ever felt in her life
"Sis, let me out"
Calling out and indicating she had woken up the medical pod began opening, as soon as she was free Lisa sat up and vomited out over the side of the pod, emptying her stomach helped a bit with the nausea even if she only had thrown up water and stomach acid
"Ugh… This stuff better be worth it"
[It should, according to the medical pods readings, you have around 16 days of normal caloric need stored in your body in a near instant absorbable form… Please inject the blue reusable stim from the leftmost storage port on the medical pod]
"Alright…"
Lisa grabbed the stim and pressed it against the side of her neck, the stim powered on and beeped twice before sealed on to her skin and injected the chemical cocktail into her blood stream, after a few moments Lisa breathed out with relief as her nausea quickly disappeared
"That's a lot better, how much time is there before we dock?"
[We are on the final stretch, we've already crossed the outermost security cordon without incident, I estimate around 15 minutes before docking at the Red moon garrison station]
"In that case the explosives Mark placed on the other stations should already have gone off, right?"
[Yes, local SubNet reports indicate as much]
Lisa nodded before she rose to her feet and walked over to the armory where she began getting dressed, first she wore a bodysuit that shrunk down to fit her body tightly before she began putting on her armored vacuum suit
[Do you still have moral objections, sister?]
"No, not anymore… It's too late for that"
As Lisa slipped into the armored boots and sealed them to the pants section of her vacuum suit she spoke
"My older sister always said that horror and fear remains real until you face it directly and drink it in… I might not be as strong as she was, but I am still strong enough to put my moral objections aside for my companions' sake"
[I understand, thank you sister]
Lisa showed a smile and morbidly joked
"Besides, if this goes wrong, and I am put on trail I'll still hang for my part in this no matter how regretful I might be"
[I see… It looks like the provisional modifications are working well]
Lisa paused before she felt her right temple, a small area on the right side of her head around her temple had been shaved down to allow for the surgical cuts that prelude the cold metal plate that now covered her temple, after a moment Lisa showed a small blissful smile
'I did it… I am finally without fear'
[Sister?]
"No, it's nothing… How is the 2nd auxiliary holding up?"
Lisa continued putting her armored vacuum suit on before she wore a chest carrier and stored a pair of cylinder grenades inside a protected compartment on her waist
[At the current rate of depletion, both auxiliaries will cease to function in about 20 hours, there appears to be some sort of interference created when both are running at the same time that increases biological component consumption]
"Right… We really should talk more about this with Mark later"
[...Do you still believe he won't be disappointed in me?]
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he just say "Neat" or something like that if you come clean about studying him and the results you have come to"
Lisa put on her helmet and sealed it to her suit, then she picked up her rifle, first she checked over the action before she entered a magazine and made sure it was seated properly and chambered a round
[Alright, I will bring it up later… Brace for punch out]
Lisa grabbed a railing and held it until she felt the Sparrow finish transitioning from its FTL cruise, then she secured the sling to her vacuum suit before she quickly fitted 8 magazines to her chest carrier
"...Are you sure I can just walk into a garrison station wearing an armored vacuum suit and slinging a ballistic rifle around?"
[Yes, the paperwork has been doctored enough, so boarding won't be a problem]
"It's what comes after that, right?"
[Yes, I will need you to secure the hanger and find me a hardwired Ficer connection in less than 2 minutes]
"Alright"
[Docking permission have been granted, we're touching down in a few moments]
Lisa walked to the side of the hull next to a hatch and stood ready, a few moments passed before the Sparrow shock slightly as it touched down and locked in on the docking pad
"I'm going now"
[The sensors have picked up a total of 58 people in the hanger, docked ships won't be a problem since their weapons are hard locked while docked, I have arranged the 58 targets according to their current threat scaling, I leave the engagement timing to you, sister]
Lisa nodded silently and opened the hatch where she jumped out, the military hanger was sleek, polished metal was only broken by spare parts and supplies stacked on pallets, Lisa quickly clocked the 58 people in the hanger as she kept a calm exterior while she walked along the docking pier
"Specialist, welcome aboard"
Lisa didn't react to the navy man that saluted her, instead she operated an external console on the Sparrow and unlocked a maintenance panel where she retrieved a Ficer cable spool which she pulled along with her down the pier
"Specialist, Ficer hard-wire connections aren't allowed due to—"
Lisa didn't respond, she simply hit the navy man once in the throat with a lighting fast jab, cartilage instantly cracked and stifled his voice into a bloody gargle, Lisa continued walking down the pier as he kneeled over clutching his neck, she managed another 4 steps before the guard stationed at the security checkpoint reached for his radio. Lisa spoke as she brought up her rifle and squeezed the trigger
"Firing"
[Confirmed, tasking weapon systems, 2nd auxiliary purging heat sinks… ready for system takeover]
Lisa continued firing as she rapidly took out the armed personal inside the hanger while making her way towards the hanger control room, however as she pointed her rifle at it and began unloading on the reinforced glass an automated system engaged a bulkhead that instantly encased the control room in 10 centimeters of steel. Lisa hunkered down as she was pinned down by military reinforcements that streamed into the hanger
"I could use some help over here, sister"
Lisa let out a sigh as she unloaded her current magazine and began loading loose rounds into it from her waist pouch, as the number of marines that streamed into the hanger increased Lisa prepared to take a few hits to secure a hardwired connection when Luna's voice echoed out in her helmet
[I am already on it, brace for potential decompression]
Lisa glanced over towards the Sparrow as her cover continued to be whittled away by suppressive fire and saw the Sparrow's multi cannon's deploying on their fixed mounts and quickly activated the magnetic locks on the armored vacuum suit's soles before she magnetized her rifle to her forearm and reinserted her magazine, a moment later all noise inside the hanger was downed out as the Sparrow opened up, while the arch of fire was fixed as the Sparrow was still locked down on the docking clamps
'No matter how much Mark likes those things, they are still wildly impractical'
The multi cannon fire still served to make the marines that pushed Lisa's position rethink their life decisions as they leapt for cover while the multi cannon rounds dug into the wall of the hanger sending metal alloy fragments flying all over
[Thermal load increasing, halting fire in 4 seconds]
Glancing at her wrist mounted console to see the temperature inside the hanger had increased to a toasty 60 degrees Celsius from the multi cannon fire and the Sparrow's main drive venting waste heat into the hanger Lisa counted the seconds down before she stepped out of cover as the fire multi cannon fire halted
'No, none of that'
Shooting a marine that had been hit by a large metal fragment as he reached for his weapon Lisa reached the impact site of the multi cannon fire and found a large section of exposed Ficer crystal, finding a active section took only a few moments and securing the Ficer cable she had with her only took a moment longer
"Connection secured"
[I see it, tasking auxiliary 2 for full system take over… Completed, enforcing station wide lockdown]
Lisa looked back towards the Sparrow and saw the large hanger shutters close and seal out the outside void, then she walked over to a sealed hallway that opened its bulkhead for her before sealing again after she walked through it
"Give me a route"
[Alright, continue straight through the next 8 bulkheads then turn right and take then halt before restricted lift as I process the sterilization of the command center]
Lisa nodded and continued walking ahead, ahead her bulkheads opened and sealed behind her, she passed by a few navy personals and executed the ones that attempted to halt or attack her as she asked Luna
"How are you planning to sterilize the command center?"
[Crowd control gas, I have a few logistic drones pulling pins on gas grenades in a storage hanger]
"How's that going to work?"
[The internal atmosphere control is fully under my control, I am simply venting the gas into the command center through it]
"That's brutal… Well, efficient but brutal"
[My thoughts exactly, the outer bastion weapons have finished eliminating the man ships around the station, I estimated half an hour before any reinforcements arrive]
"Should I take hostages?"
[I am already am, there's no need for you to worry about that sister]
"Thanks sis"