"We are now in range for teleportation. The ship is a close match to contemporary vessels previously seen. Your orders, Overlord?" States a cryptek.


    "Excellent. Prepare teleportation of boarding party''s. I will ne ready in a moment. Freshki, are you prepared?" I ask.


    She has her armor on, and is doing final checks. I see she has void capability in the armor, but her air supply is likely limited in minutes. Oh well, she wasn''t likely to get voided.


    "Yes, Overlord." She states.


    With a mental notification, my escort arives. 5 lychguard with scarabs for assistance. More than enough in truth.


    "Prepare for teleportation." I state for Freshki''s benefit. And three seconds later, we arived.


    In a flash of green, the six of us arive. It takes less than a second to get a picture of my surroundings.


    The bridge is a single deck, with 30 people inside. They are officer types, with one guard at the door of the bridge. The deck was calm, relatively relaxed. A women in a fancier uniform sits in a command throne in the middle of the bridge.


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    I draw my sword and pistol. Before the guard reacts, I shoot him in the head with my gauss pistol. He screamed for 2.6096 seconds in agony before disintegrating.


    I walk forward, my guard around me, Freshki behind us. The Lychguard draw their pistols, their swords on the back of their shields. They begin to shoot.


    Screams only now begin to erupt, 5 seconds later. Freshki is staring, wide eyed, hesitant. I will need to discuss that, but she IS a fresh recruit. A bit of hesitation is expected.


    It doesn''t take long. 20 seconds, and 29 people are dead. The captain attempted to punch a Lychguard to no effect, before she was brought to me.


    "W-w-who... what are you-" She begins to ask. A snap is heard and her arm breaks. She screams. The Lychguard drops her arm, then places hid hand on her neck.


    "Be silent in front of your betters." He states.


    I sigh internally. Freshki was liable to ask questions. I told her. Masks for occasions. It happens that today''s mask is one of uncaring superiority. But, enough with that. I''ve protocol to enact.


    "I am Overlord Verotep. You are given this chance to surrender. There is no shame in dying to one such as I." I state. "You never had a chance. Your ship is overrun already, it''s key compartments captured. You lost as you should. Now, your answer?"


    She looks at me, and I see her hate. She spits on me. A crack follows, and she falls limp. A scarab immediately moves to clean me from the filth.


    "Send for the scarabs. Clean the ship of organic matter. Begin examinations at once. We have a month, no more. Oh, before that, you, go to this places galley to get rations for a year or so." I state, pointing to one of my guards. She bows, and exits the bridge.


    A successful capture, now for examination and evaluation. Then, towards home. But first, Freshki. Looks like a conversation is incoming.