• 0130 – Aboard the USMF Justice:
    The enemy has attacked. Sirens blared all over the Justice. Troops ran down the corridor, still putting their gear on. The rifle racks emptied quickly. The ship was constantly jostling and jolting from enemy bombers attacking the ship from outside. I got to the hangar. People were scrambling all about the bay, getting into their fighters, bombers, interceptors, and gunships. I scouted the room for an unoccupied vehicle and saw a heavy fighter with no one in it. I advanced to the ship, but someone flew off with it before I could reach it.
    Eventually, all the ships had left the hangar bay out to space. I was left on the Justice with few other Marines of the USMF (United Space Marines Force). The noises died down except for the war sounds outside the capitalship. The activity died down too, except for the occasional status report of the battle out in space. Suddenly, a huge gun ship phased through the hangar’s plasma barrier. The rumbling of its six engines had a loud, roar-like tone. We knew immediately from its thrashed paintjob and scarred, blood red emblem that it was an enemy gunship.
    Steam hissed from the walls of the enemy carrier as it landed on the sleek blue floor of our hangar bay. The walls of their ship were impenetrable by our assault rifles; we just had to hold fire and wait for the worst. The doors on the sides of the gunship flew open in an instant. Three dozen enemy ORRL (Outer Realm Resistance League) troops jumped out of their gunship, with their rust red armor and savage looking helmets. Before we knew it, guns were ablazing. We ducked behind our metal tanks and crates and whatever we could think of hiding behind.
    An hour went by and the battle had finally come to an end; the USMF had defeated the ORRL forces. Our hangar bay on the USMF Justice was damaged greatly. The walls and ceiling, once vibrant white and pure, were now ruined by bullet holes and scorch marks from explosions. The bay floor, once a clean, glowing ocean blue color, was now wrecked. Blood was spattered all over the floor. Bullet holes, grenade explosion marks, filthy boot prints, corpses in their utility suits, rubble from the broken containers, bullet shells, deep gouges on the floor from sniper rifles, were everywhere. The word came in from communication in the bridges that the space battle had been won. Our commandos had taken their elite Interceptor ships, had gone into the enemy flagship, the ORRL Defeator, and taken over the ship, one system at a time. Though we suffered heavy losses in this battle, this meager victory would prove to be key in winning the war.