-After the loading bar finishes, the scene changes to what appears to be a starship storeroom full of medical supplies-
-Judging by his clearly not robotic hands, Oliver is still human... but about as twitchy as normal-
???: So, how much morphine we got?
-Oliver looks over towards the entrance to the storeroom, where a doctor is standing-
Oliver: We'll need to resupply in... maybe two weeks? Definitely enough time to make it to our next port of-
-Oliver is rudely interrupted by a very loud shipwide alarm. He swears loudly and nearly drops one of the vials of morphine, but manages to keep a grip on it-
-Several seconds after the alarm engages, the ship's captain starts speaking over the intercom-
Captain: All hands, this is the Captain. An IMC fleet has interdicted the fleet we are in and has launched an attack. Secure all loose objects or patients, we might need to do some hard burns to get out of this one!
-Oliver swears and heads out of the storage room before the projection fastforwards through him securing a bunch of different things in one of the sickbays-
edited 28th Apr '17 11:39:16 AM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-After a couple seconds of fastforwarding, Oliver is locking a cabinet when the lights turn red and the alarm becomes a blaring klaxon-
Captain: All hands, we are being boarded! Multiple breach pods are moving towards the ship! All security staff and reservists report to the ship armory immediately to prepare for defense, boarders in one mike thirty!
Doctor: -looks over to Oliver- You're a reservist, right?
Oliver: Shit, I need to get down there!
Doctor: Kick their ass!
-Oliver heads out of the room, though you can hear him hyperventilating-
-He eventually stops by an open janitorial closet-
-You can see him look down the hallway and then back to the closet a few times. As the ship thumps from the impact of boarding pods, Oliver decides to save his own skin and jumps into the closet, closing and locking it-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-As he hides in the closet like the coward he is, listening to the sounds of gunfire echo through the ship, Oliver pulls out what looks like a very heavy-duty space iPhone and tunes into the ship's radio transmissions tab-
...we're missing one of the reservists! Where the hell is h-URK!
-static-
Hey Jameson! I'm seeing Spectres, but they aren't shooting anybody!
Spectres that aren't shooting? The heck are the IMC using them for?
Honestly, I don't want to know! Just keep firing!
-static-
...mayday, mayday, this is Captain Birkeson of the MMS Apply Pressure, we are being boarded by the IMC and our defense staff cannot hold them back, requesting immediate assistance before we are overrun! We are carrying approximately 350 wounded...
-static-
-This goes on for a few minutes, with Oliver flipping through radio communications channels, before he can hear the whirring of robotic movement near him...-
edited 28th Apr '17 11:59:20 AM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-The whirring stops near his door-
-With a loud metal wrench, a robotic soldier
◊ tears the door off, grabs Oliver by the neck, and hurls him into a bulkhead-
-Oliver reacts exactly as you expect he would to this; by yelling in pain and curling up-
-Three soldiers
◊ approach, each of them carrying a rifle and wearing full-face helmets as the Spectre draws an SMG-
-The grunts speak in... British accents-
-how comically evil-
Grunt: Well, look what we've got here. A reservist who deserted his post. You're more pathetic than the rest of the terrorist dirtbags on this hunk of junk.
-The grunt, naturally, proceeds to kick Oliver in the stomach, winding him while he's down, before turning to the rest of his squad-
Grunt: I'm feeling magnamious. What'll we do with him today? Should we just shoot him? Or-
-There is a loud blast. The lights dim and the ship shakes. The Grunts are shaken, but the Spectre loses its balance entirely, dropping its SMG in front of Oliver as it falls down-
-None of the soldiers accosting him notice this, as they're far too busy bitching about how some assholes back in the fleet aren't watching their fire-
-Oliver stares at the gun-
edited 28th Apr '17 12:21:45 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-In a scene straight out of some sort of very gimmicky Russian action flick, Oliver grabs the SMG, blows the head off of the Spectre, and then sweeps it across the grunts, who are so surprised that this dickless weasel actually grew a pair that they don't reach for their guns and get perforated without even making noise-
-Oliver stares for a moment, in front of four corpses and an empty SMG-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Quartz: Maybe warn me and bring along next time?