The Dusk Vigil

Ensign Krennel stepped through the breach in the hull of Dusk Vigil, an Atron class frigate piloted by a group of gun runners the State hired HSG to eliminate. The ambush had gone perfectly, and now Ryven was leading the team to confiscate the ship as a bit of a reward for their services rendered. His team was small, only twelve men, but the Atron only had a crew of about thirty, and the boarding party was well armed and moving rapidly.
Ryven ordered Gunner 2nd Class Arkanen to take point as the team swept down the ship's main corridor. They gave every compartment along the way a cursory glance for Gallente crewman, and then shut the hatches if clear. The team's weapons were all fitted with noise suppressors, and every crewman they discovered was accompanied by a short burst of suppressed gunfire. Ryven thought it sounded kind of like a zipper slowly being pulled.
The team met little resistance until they reached the ship's bridge, which had been hastily barricaded and reinforced with men from other sections of the ship. Ryven could see about ten men, one of them obviously in charge. Ryven raised his assault rifle and lined the sights up on the Gallente captain's head. The captain's head exploded in a puff of pink mist and fragments of his face and skull splattered the crew nearest him. Ryven smiled and adjusted his aim to pop the next two targets. He felt a sharp jolt in his shoulder but kept firing until only his team remained. The frigate was his. He felt something moist and began to feel dizzy. He slumped against the nearest bulkhead and only then realized he had been hit. He drifted off into a swirling sea of blackness, to be haunted by the bloody god of his inner night.