Gregor’s first impression of Kassandra was her coldness. All female officers of the Dominion were cold and efficient, but this Kassandra seemed the coldest of them all. She was matter of factly and held a straight face the entire time they interacted. The eleven sons of Korhal elite marines behind her made her look like a queen as she walked down the carpet covered aisle into the bridge.
“Captain Gregor Liam.” Gregor held out one hand for a handshake, but Jean ignored him.
“Let’s skip the politeness and get to business, shall we?” Jean ignored the hand. Gregor pulled back, slightly awkward for being ignored. “Where is the cargo?”
“In a safety vault guarded by fifty fully armed marines and twenty marauders.” Gregor explained confidently. “Nobody, not even the best of Kerrigan’s swarm, can take this ship down before we escape. Even if someone sneak onto our ship, they will be stopped by computer operated defenses like auto turrets and flame turrets. Apart from that there are 7000 crew members onboard, 3000 of them are combatants. The vault is to be sealed for the entire trip to prevent enemy infiltrators. No one can get the cargo.”
“Impressive. In that case shall we start moving?” Jean urged.
“As you wish.” Gregor replied, and the battlecruisers entered warp space and jumped away. Jean looked on as the space before the ship turned purple, and she knew the game was on.
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“Do you want a drink?” Gregor asked the female inspector as the two stood at the bridge. “It’s going to be a long trip to Korhal.” He clapped his hands, and a female crew brought them a pair of alcohol.
Jean glanced at Gregor and ignored the offer, which only made her more attractive. Computer calculations told Jean that male tend to go after female they couldn’t get their hands on easily. Plus, as someone supposedly close to Mengsk, she should be cold and prideful. If she was nice and polite Gregor would notice something. Just like she thought, Gregor smiled as if he wasn’t offended.
A few minutes later Jean’s eyes turned slightly. She had been trying to hack into the computer system the moment she got aboard. She didn’t have any chance to operate the computer system on the cruiser, but she didn’t need to. The computer had great firewall, not that it could stop her. All it did was slow her down and force her to go through minutes of conversation with a semi love puppy captain that tried to get her to sleep with him.
Jean made a gesture to the Raiders, and all the marines quietly closed their masks. Jean silently pulled up a gas mask and put it onto her face. “What the?” Gregor turned around and asked in confusion, but Jean didn’t give him a chance to ask questions before pulling something out of her pocket(watch) and slamming in on the ground. A gas emitted into the bridge, and every Dominion crew member that breathed in the gas fell on the ground, choking and dozing off.
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The gas couldn’t kill these crew members, but it was enough to disable them long enough for the marines do to their job. The Dominion marines walked up to the crew members and snapped their necks one by one without any mercy. Gregor was barely conscious, and he looked at Jean with begging eyes, pleading for mercy. Jean ignored him and continued with her hacking. Eobard broke Gregor’s neck, ending the promising career of the captain.
The door leading the bridge to the rest of the ship started closing. The two Dominion marines standing at the door walked into the bridge to see what happened and never came out.
All the auto defenses in the ship activated. The Gorgon wasn’t only armed against outside threats but also against inside threats. Every piece of the ship had detection. Hidden auto and flame turrets were all around the ship. A hidden poison gas system could eliminate the entire crew. The last measure was designed to prevent crew members from going rogue or other special situations. The order was hidden deep, but not deep enough.
The crew members coughed and fell on the ground. Their uniform didn’t have any protection against the poison gas, nor did anyone bring gas masks like Jean did. The infantry units, on the other hand, had CMC armors that protected them. Still, Jean thought of that factor.
Outside the safety vault, the 70 Dominion units looked at each other in confusion as a dozen auto turrets rose above ground and their 12mm gauss cannons turned to the Dominion forces...and opened fire without any hesitation.
The gauss cannons ripped through the terran armor and punched through the Dominion bodies. Men fell on the ground. None of the fallen made any sound as all of them were killed instantly. Computer programs were precise and efficient. Some of the units had time to react while others never had the chance, but it was 12 turrets against 50 some marines and marauders with the element of surprise. In the end 10 turrets were functional and the floor was covered by the bodies of dead units.
Things like that happened all over the ship. Dominion forces were taken by surprise as Jean cut off the communication. Flame turrets roasted units close by and sent them screaming and burning, and auto turrets blasted through unsuspecting men and women without mercy. It was a massacre. Blood stained the medal ground.
Yet there were 7000 Dominion forces onboard. 2500 or so weren’t in their armors and were taken down by the gas without a fight. Some of them were infantry out of their armor and others were merely unarmed and defenseless operators and engineers. Another several thousand perished from the hundreds of internal defenses in the battlecruiser. Still, some of the forces responded quick enough and took out the defenses with sheer number. They were scattered but alive.
“Commander, what do we do with the survivors?” Eobard asked Jean after seeing multiple enemy movement in the ship through surveillence. Jean sealed all the doors and stopped putting in oxygen, but there were life support in the CMC armors. Granted the oxygen reserve would disappear in 12 hours, but that was still too long.
“The Raiders will take care of them.” Jean stated and gave a few commands to the battlecruiser The Gorgon suddenly exited warp space. Jean typed in another set of coordinates, and the battlecruiser jumped again toward the rendezvous point, leaving the two Minotaur battlecruisers behind, lost and confused.
Jean just captured one of the strongest battlecruisers in the Dominion within an hour and with no casualty.