The missile array stood no chance. Shadir's acid caught it full on the front side of its launchers and quickly ate away at metal and plaster, sizzling and melting into a large faintly circular hole in the wall, caustic fluids and putrid smells escaping. There seemed to be nothing left of it save for an unarmed missile that had fallen out of a launcher, which even then took acid damage to its warhead and tail, rendering it useless. The threat had been successfully neautralized but it showed that the corridors in this part of the base was very dangerous. Other hidden arrays could be all over the place, ranging from flamethrowers, autocannons and other missile armaments.<br/><br/>The mechanical voice of the PA system suddenly blared loudly, "Alert. Base central database compromised. Activating all automated defense systems. Defense personal report to all available security stations."<br/><br/>One would expect the alarm klaxons to go off right about now, but the loudspeakers kept a dead silence, adding to the tension that filled the air.<br/><br/><div align="center">----------------------</div><br/>"Battlecruiser Churchill. This is New St Angel's spaceport. Be advised that civilian heavy freighter craft will be passing your sector in close proximity to your ship. Exercise caution in maneuveurs."<br/><br/>The message appeared as text on the Churchill's comms screen. On their radar, the crew could detect a small flotilla of heavy freighters on approach vector. There were three registered, moving on low impulse in their direction. Radio communications could pick up the chatter of the ship captains, apparently merchants carrying some heavy cargo, shielded from scans and classified in manifests. They were the kind of ships that could not change course very easily since they were so heavy and bulky.<br/><br/>A very casual and high pitched voice, almost whiny, sounded from the comms channel, "This is Captain Lomar of the Big Baby heavy freighter craft, lead in this flotilla, to UED battlecruiser. Sorry, dude, but we're in a bit of a hurry to get to mooring fixture 10 to unload. Behind schedule, ya know? Could you move a little out of the way, pretty please?"