Jenson squeezed the hilt of his electric scimitar, causing it to sing to life in his hands. He had given his sidearm to Mal as they exited his small transport ship. Point this at any Master you see and pull the trigger, he had instructed. The look of childlike excitement on Mals face had made Jenson ashamed. The Servor had likely never even been in a fist fight in his life, and he would soon be a killer. Still, there was no choice if this plan was going to work.
Kepler was a few steps ahead of him as they made their way down the featureless white corridor. The entire ship seemed to be made out of plastic. According to Mal, there was a lift at the far end of the corridor that would take them directly to the bridge.
They turned a corner and abruptly ran into a Jitz crew member scuttling in the opposite direction. Kepler bared her teeth and ran it through with her blade before anyone could react. The Jitz screeched and gurgled as it died, spraying Kepler with thick black blood. Kepler turned her head and smiled wolfishly. Her face was spattered with blood.
"See Captain?" she said as she pushed the scaly body of the Jitz to the ground. "They die just fine!"
The blood on her blade hissed and bubbled and began to vaporize from the heat. Then she hopped over the body, motioning Jenson to follow. He walked around the body of the fallen Jitz, avoiding the spreading pool of black blood that was forming around it. It's bulbous eyes had become opaque, locked in an expression that must have been surprise.
The ride in the lift was surreal. Jenson stood on one side, and Kepler on the other. She was covered in blood. Her expression conveyed excitement, her eyes dancing with anticipation. Meanwhile Jenson felt slightly ill, an icy chill growing in the pit of his stomach. What was about to happen would be brutal, terrifying and unpleasant - yet it had to be done. There was a foul taste in the back of his throat. He tried to spit, but his mouth was dry and sticky.
The lift began to slow. They were nearing their destination.
"Ready?" Kepler said breathlessly, arching her eyebrows.
Jenson nodded and brought his weapon to the ready. Here we go.
The lift doors sprang open rapidly, almost instantaneously. Jenson got an impression of a large ring, with several Jitz moving slowly about pushing buttons on computer interfaces that dotted its surface. He and Kepler dashed out in opposite directions, blades held high.
A rush of adrenaline surged as Jenson leapt upon the first Jitz in his way, severing its arm as it reached for a computer panel. He felt hot blood spray on his cheek as he slammed into its body, bowling it over. It immediately began screeching and clawing at the stump where it's arm used to be. Jenson jumped over it and plunged his blade straight into the neck of another nearby Jitz, which gurgled and collapsed over the edge of the ring.
Another Jitz, further ahead of him on the ring opened a wall panel and drew out some kind of weapon. Jenson saw a flash as it fired at him, and he threw himself to the ground. Before it could fire again, Kepler drew her sidearm and shot if from across the ring, leaving a gaping hole in it's scaly chest that steamed like cooking meat.
Jenson scrambled to his feet and sprinted past the crumpled body, meeting Kepler as she completed her side of the circle. She was covered head to toe in black Jitz blood, accentuating the wild whites of her eyes as their gazes locked for an instant.
There was only one Jitz remaining, and it sat in the center of the ring on the lower platform, frantically pushing buttons on its console. The Captain? Jenson closed in and placed his blade against the creatures throat.
"That's enough," he growled. "Put those claws where I can see them."
The alien hesitated, and Kepler snarled from beside him, shouldering Jenson out of the way. In one swift motion, she beheaded the Jitz captain. More blood spurted from the stump, pumping rhythmically as its heart slowly stopped.
"Kepler!" Jenson cried, "what the feck was that?!"
"We don't need prisoners," Kepler said dismissively, deactivating her blade.
"That's not your call to make, Lieutenant! I'm still the Captain here!" Jenson said incredulously.
Kepler seemed to consider his words, deciding whether or not to argue. Then she shrugged and just looked at him.
"The GDF is gone, Calvin."
Before Jenson could reply, the lift doors whisked open again, and a small group of Servors spilled out. Jenson gritted his teeth and broke his gaze away from Kepler, glancing over at them. They had all stopped at the lift entrance, gazing upon the carnage with horror. Time for some damage control.