<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://orig04.deviantart.net/f6da/f/2015/214/d/1/ship_header_by_subtle_war-d93wxv0.png"><img alt="Image" src="http://orig04.deviantart.net/f6da/f/2015/214/d/1/ship_header_by_subtle_war-d93wxv0.png" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a></div><br/><br/>Fain leaned back in the seat of the ship he was flying. This mission was an interesting one. Fain wasn’t used to flying in such a large ship, nor was he used to having so many Andarions and Tavali around him. For that matter Fain wasn’t used to working with anyone. This mission was a joint venture between the Andarions, Sentella and Tavali. His brother Dancer Hauk was leading the Sentella side of things with Darling Cruel and a small contingent of fighters from Caron mostly as guards for Darling. Something Fain found highly entertaining. All in all they were three large ships. All of which where headed straight for the convoy of League ships. The large ship at their centre was the target.<br/><br/>Fain looked over at the Andarion next to him. A woman he knew well from his youth, yet one who would gladly geld him if given half the chance. The only thing stopping her was his royal status. A faint smile crept onto his face. Hidden by the battlesuit helmet he wore. They were all well concealed by helmets. It didn’t matter if they would be part of the infiltration team or not. The pressure would be exposed to atmospheric for just long enough to kill or incapacitate depending on species. Therefore he wasn’t taking chances with his crew. Not today. Their mission was simple, but might just be crucial to winning the war.<br/><br/>Ascertain what the League ships were up to in this dead zone of space and if possible capture a few to interrogate and destroy the rest. Fain liked the destruction part, but he didn’t particularly like the ‘capture alive’ part. If it wasn’t Nykyrian who had given the order he’d have blatantly ignored it. Seeing as it was Nykyrian though that made things entirely different. Leaning back just as they neared the ships he slowed the ships speed. It wasn’t his fight and he didn’t want to get too close to the much more maneuverable ships then he had to.<br/><br/><span style="color: #afcfaf">”Launch the fighters, dispatch the smaller ships. Leave the larger ships to us,”</span>Fain said gruffly over the intercom system that linked the whole team. He received confirmations from the other two large ships. He watched the fighters on the monitors as they launched and yearned to be with them. This was what he lived for. The fight. He was an exceptional pilot and he did not enjoy taking a back seat in the fight. He frowned severely at the display shifting his gaze up to the glass before him. He rose out of his chair to stand before the counsel and watch. The fight didn’t last long, it wasn’t that the League pilots where worthless in a fight, it was simply that the forces facing them were much more numerous and prepared for the fight. The allied fighters went in guns blazing and took out at least a quarter of the fighters before the league soldiers even realized they were under attack. Fain smiled.<br/><br/>The fight didn’t last long and space battles are rather boring to watch. There is no sound, only light flashes for brief seconds. Nothing that would capture Fain’s interest for long. Turning away from the fighters he regarded the main ship. Three large vessels that were connected together by interlocking space docks. They were already beginning to separate as the battle raged around them. No doubt to make escape easier. Fain targeted the centre ship and toggled the trigger watching the bright beam of light slam into the ships rear engine.<br/><br/>After that initial shot the weapons engineer took over and Fain was left to coordinate the strike team. The transferred control to his navigator. Rose silently and left them all to do what they were trained for. He would lead the strike team into the centre league ship. Figuring it was probably the most likely place to locate the source of the League mission here. With quick steps he left the bridge and went down into the belly of the large ship. Sun met him in the hall along with Jayne and Chayden and a couple of Tavali pirates. Fain greeted them with a simple nod drew his blaster and headed for the main ram. Syn and Chayden fell into step at his side. No one spoke as the ship lurched and shivered with the impact of the latching clamps that indicated they were now attached to the hull of the ship.<br/><br/>Fain pressed the latch on the side of the door and it slid open with a hiss releasing the atmosphere in the ship for a moment before the seals pressurized against the hull of the League ship. Atmospheric pressure returned and Syn began to cut through the hull with a torch. Fain held his weapon ready on one side while Chayden did the same on the other.<br/><br/>As soon as the metal gave way leaving them a large open hole in the League ship Fain led the way onto the enemy ship. He singled his orders and the team broke apart. Fain took to the rear where prisoners were likely to be with the Tavali on his heel. One of the Tavali’s son was on one of these ships, a boy of twelve belonging to the nearly extinct Trisani species. Fain had known Doran since birth and he was damned if he would let the League torture the boy. Trisani or not. With determined stride he found the prisoner area and dispatched any league soldier he met along the way. He’d let the other’s capture whatever they wanted, he wasn’t going to waist time.<br/><br/>Corin went straight to what appeared to be a control room and began to hack the systems in order to release the prisoners. Fain and Royin began to lead the prisoners down towards the latch in groups. Corin made swift work of locating all the cells. He didn’t however, leave the work station after doing this but began to download things onto a portable. Having no time to question him Fain headed back towards the next cell block in order to free those prisoners. Royin was by his side. They hope his son would be in this block, as it was the last one left.<br/><br/>The door to this cell block was heavily armoured. Lucky for them it was no longer locked as they pushed through it. The ships power was fluctuating as more damage was felt in every shivering lurch of the ship.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">”Twenty minutes before detonation”</span>the warning came through their headsets and Fain cursed. Royin began opening cells. Fain took to the other side and did the same. They released prisoners until they reached the last two cells. Royin finished first and pushed the last of the two door open. The soft cry told Fain it was Doran. Fain focused on the door before him and pushed it open. He froze at the strange sight that faced him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #afcfaf">”What the mincid hell?”</span>He said looking at the woman’s strange clothing and overall look. This was definitely not something you saw every day.  He wondered if she could actually understand him. He was speaking universal, but by the look of her she wasn’t from any known star system in the Ichidian Universe. Then where was she from? Fain looked back briefly to see Royin carrying Doran in his large arms. The child look thin and emaciated barely conscious.<span style="color: #afcfaf">”We need to go,”</span>he said turning back to the woman with a low growl. Doran had been in captivity for a year now. It was a wonder the boy yet lived. Anger boiled inside him. For Fain it was like seeing his own son captured.