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Corporal Travis walked out of the Operations Center, and to his locker.  He grabbed his armor, which had Endo-Shield capabilities, so that Travis would never have to worry about extreme heat or cold temperatures, unless he starts to sweat.  He pulled it over his uniform that he wore when in non-combat situations.  Travis grabbed his sniper rifle, checked it for irregularities, so that it wouldn't fail him in the middle of a mission.  He holstered his pistol, slid several ammunition clibs into several slots on his armor.  Travis pulled out an explosive grenade, and slid it into his armor too.  Travis then grabbed his sword.  Most soldiers prefered to use guns and such, but Travis found that in close combat, rifles only delayed the inevitable, and pistols only get you so far, while swords effectively hold off closeby enemies far longer than any  gun.  Of course, that is if you are foolish to let them get close enough that you would actually NEED a sword.  Travis took a look in the mirror, to check if he had everything in the correct place, and shut his locker.

"After you all have suited up, meet at Airlock Three! Repeat, rally at Airlock Three to board our ship!" Travis heard Ernst order, and immediantly started to pack up some last minute things.  Travis noticed a nervous man filling his combat uniform to the brim with rifle ammunition.

"Well, you seem clam and relaxed," Travis said sarcastically.
The rifleman grumbled, and continued to load himself up with ammo.
"What's the problem?" Travis asked.  "What, do you have a family up there in Augustus or something?"
The rifleman continued to load himself up with weapons, looking more nervous.  The man then stood up, tried to walk around, and fell over due to the weight of the weapons.
Despite the fact that this man had good reason to be worried, Travis had to use every ounce of self-control not to laugh as he helped the rifleman up.
"Thanks," the rifleman said.
"Don't mention it," Travis said.
The rifleman pulled out several clips of ammo, and then shut his locker.
"M'names Timmons, Harold Timmons," Timmons said to Travis.
"Travis Leiondon," Travis muttered.  Timmons looked up.
"Are you really from the Leiondon family?  I've heard some stories about the brave charges some of your famil-"
"Yeah yeah," Travis waved his hand.  "None of its important anyway.  Hell, I never even wanted to join the military.  Only reason I'm in it is because my father forced me to."
"You don't sound to complientary of your father," Timmons said.
Travis gave Timmons a dark look and walked out of the room.

Travis walked down the hallway until he reached the hangar bay corridor, and walked down the hallway until he reached Airlock 3, and waited for instruction.

Michael Drake was already standing at Airlock Three a bit nervously. Having picked up his standard issue pistol and SMG, he had proceeded to collect three breaching charges from the explosives vendor. It was the most he could carry. He also collected a variety of tools, for he was a combat engineer, and he was going to do his job right.

This was his first real mission in space, and he was terrified. Michael had a secret phobia of zero gravity, which had not been dispelled in his training flights. With the Augustus station's environment systems all but destroyed, who knew what strange conditions they would find on the station? Could be zero g, could be a thousand g...

Corporal Stevens walked out of the shower, naked with only a towel around his head.
"...Aint got time to fix the shangles," he sang while walking out. "What, emergency? Christ, give me five minutes to get suited up."

Shakin quickly suited up, his favourite kevlar jacket, dark coloured camo, incase he had to hide in the shadows, this being his favourite form of assault...an ambush. He also grabbed and standard issue rifle, a 9mm pistol and a couple of frag grenades.
Being the Welsh boy he was, he sang the Welsh national anthem before meeting up with the rest of the squad. Such was his rituals.

As it was his first mission in space, he stared up to the sky wondering what awaited him up there.

Racing towards airlock three he hummed his favourite tune to himself. Singing had always calmed Shakin' down in any situation and had gotten him the attention of many superiors and inferiors alike.

Being late, he quickly apologised to First Sergeant Ernst and lined up behind Connor.

The marines all filed into the small and narrow transport ship.  Inside were about ten seats, five on each side, facing each other with a narrow aisle in the middle.  At the front of the ship was an open doorway with two pilots working away at several consoles.
"Alright, file on in here and take a seat! We don't have much time! Headquarters is doing a scanner wash on the Augustus which should give us a stealthy insertion, but it won't last for long! We need to get you guys into that station and get out of here before they get their eyes back," said the pilot as the marines sat down in the seats.  Charley sat closest to the front of the ship with Specialist Gordon Makenzi across from him. The engines of the transport roared to life as soon as the airlock doors closed and the ship detached from the International Space Station.
"So how is this going to work sir?" asked the medic.
"We are going to enter the station from the very bottom.  That is where the environmental control systems are.  That is also our first objective.  We will reactivate the environmental controls and then the other marine teams will board the station as well.  The predicted resistance expected for our part of the mission is unknown, but thought to be very low due to the number of estimated enemies within the Augustus.  Visuals have shown only about six ships that boarded the Augustus, and mathmaticians have estimated that only about twelve to fourteen men could fit on those.  You should know that the station is holding a city that is about the size of Chicago back in the early 21st century," said Charley aloud so that his men could hear over the roar of the transport engines. 
"Are we receiving any help from one of the other countries or are we on our own?" asked Lance Corporal Timmons.
"None as of this time, but that could change in the near future.  General Jenson will try to keep us informed when he can, but communications may be difficult when we enter the station," replied Charley.

The transport ship kept moving with no real windows except in the c0ckpit and two small windows on the back.  Charley would look into the forward room to check on the progress before finally the pilot hit a button.
"Two minutes until we arrive! Get ready!" yelled the pilot so that everyone could hear.  Charley moved his way to the back doors of the transport and sat down so that he would be the first person out.  The pilot yelled again at one minute, and he also started a digital countdown that could be seen above the rear doors.  Finally, the ship slowly rotated around and began to approach the underbelly of the Augustus space station.
"Helmets on! Don't remove them until I give the word! I don't need men dying because they suffocated or decompressed!" yelled Charley.  He waited for everyone to put on their helmets before flashing the thumbs up to the copilot.  The rear doors opened up and Charley turned on his Heads Up Display.  Instantly, he saw the heart rate of everyone in his team and green arrows above their heads.
"Let's move into the station quickly!" Charley said as he moved swiftly into one of the station's maintenance corridors.  It was a long and narrow hallway, but he saw no one in sight.  The team moved off of the transport quickly and the door was sealed behind them so that none of them would be sucked into space.  Finally, the transport pushed off and headed back home.

Charley waited several minutes before motioning everyone to move forward behind him.
"Our objective is one level above us.  We are going to head down this hallway, and then climb up a ladder somewhere ahead of us.  Keep close and don't go off by yourselves.  We have to treat the enemy here as heavily armed and highly dangerous.  If you see anything suspicious, let me know quickly instead of shooting or going off by yourself," said Charley before raising his rifle up to his eye level and slowly moving forward as quietly as he could.

Wilson was among the first to get off the transport and into the station. Immediately he pulled his sniperrifle from his back and brought it up, the scope lying in front of his eyes. Thoroughly he checked the end of the corridor for any threats.
As he heard the others get off the transport, he turned his head to look at them but suddenly saw movement at the far end of the hallway. Within a fraction of a second he had his crosshair aimed at where he thought the being to be. Slowly his finger tightened around the trigger and he started pulling it back. Then suddenly he felt his rifle being pushed down and he heard a voice say, in a very heavy German accent, : "Noh, juss liddle dhoggie. Dohn shoot." Mark let the tip of his rifle touch the ground and he looked at his brother in arms, Connor.

Then he heard Drake: "Damn guys, we've got no atmosphere at all in here! Keep your helmets on tight!" over the com channel. He checked his helmet one last time and followed Ernst, who had just started walking through the hallway.

Carefully examining the small maintenance center, Connor took the battery from Charley's hands. "I'll take that little piece of hardware if you dont mind, just make sure there isn't anything or anyone else in there with me when I start tinkering with the console...preferably send someone in with me who is good in close quarter combat..." the old guy said shortly after taking the battery.

"seriously...keep me safe...I'd be rather upset if I was the first one to fail at installing a simple battery to operate a console..." Connor grinned at Charley after saying his last scentence and slowly moved into the small area to start on his task.

[[Fine.  Just don't make enemies attack because no one really knows who/what they are :p]]

Travis walked into the maintenance area and saw a workbench and a few security lockers.  The sniper carefully opened one locker, and examined the contents.

"Hmm.. cigars, a deck of cards, bottles of vodka, and there's an old 2009 Playboy posted taped to the locker door.  Looks like these maintenance workers have some fun nights."

Travis smiled, and searched the others lockers, only to find some small components, an ID Card, and some tools.  Deciding they might come in handy, he grabbed them and put them in his backpack.  He then readied his sniper rifle and pistol, and climbed up the ladder into the room with the environmental control panel.

"can you stop talking? I was in the middle of connecting this darn battery, apparently it's poles need to be refitted in order to actually fit onto the console...oh hang on...yeah...that should do the trick..." Connor pulls a few loose cables from a nearby light source and connects them to the battery.

"now all I need to do is..." a mild crackle is to be heard "and there we go...we should have some access to the grid now in this area, care to give it a whirl, sir?" Connor spoke as the monitors of the console started to come to life.

"Alright, hang on," said Charley as he quickly climbed up the ladder.  He walked over to the console and flipped through several windows before finding the environmental control access.
"Let's hope this works," mumbled Charley as he pushed the button.  For several seconds nothing happened.  Then he could hear vents beginning to push air into the room and he decided to check out something else.  Charley opened up a diagnostic panel of the entire station and saw that the hole in the outer shield had been closed with a temporary energy field.
"It looks like the containment has been reestablished, but it will take a little bit for the air to be breathable enough," said Charley.  He hit another button and then suddenly stopped what he was doing.
"I hope that didn't get their attention too much.  We need to move quickly.  At the end of the hallway below us is a maintenance lift that will take us towards one of the power stations below the city level.  If we move there fast enough, we may avoid any enemies," ordered Charley as he slid down the ladder from where the environmental controls were.
"Connor, I forgot to grab the battery.  Just grab it and follow us," said the first sergeant.  He peered out into the hallway that Timmons was guarding and turned the next corner.  The bodies of two men were laying on the ground.  Each of them had several small holes in their bodies that must have been from gunfire.
"Makenzi, check the bodies," ordered Charley as he and Timmons watched the hallway. 
"Long dead sir," replied Makenzi after he finished examining the two engineers.
"Let's hope their killers aren't still around here.  Marines, move to the lift and also check for any important materials along the way," said Charley as the group of marines slowly began advancing towards the large maintenance lift that was on the other side of another engineering room. There was an assortment of lockers and smashed control panels in the room, and blood was scattered around the area in several spots that showed that several people must have died or been horribly wounded.  The bodies were nowhere to be found, and Charley wondered where they were at.

[[Mayyyybe...except I will make the deaths more...fun :p]]

Drake kept his helmet on; the HUD and light were too valuable to lose in the dark. As he moved carefully past the bodies to look for nearby hostiles, he saw something in the shadows. A service elevator's numbers were rapidly decreasing. The elevator was quickly approaching their floor. "Looks like we're gonna have company!" he warned over the intercom.

"Everyone, take positions out of sight! I want to see who or what is coming before we just start shooting.  Medics, keep out of the line of fire.  I don't need anyone getting injured and not having anyone to help them.  Primary weapons out and ready," ordered Charley quickly.  The elevator continued descending until it reached their level.  Three humanoid looking beings stood in the elevator and Charley looked at them through his rifle scope.  They wore grey colored armor with a red insignia upon the breast.  It looked like a shooting star, but he could not be sure.  The three looked like the one enemy that he had seen on the security footage back at the International Space Station.
"Enemies," Charley thought to himself.  They each carried a weapon that resembled an assault rifle, but it looked like nothing he had seen before.  The visors of the three enemies glowed a pale green and then red for a moment before they suddenly scattered.  One of them took cover in the elevator while the other two ran behind some computer consoles near the far wall.  Two shots were fired, but they were not normal bullets.  They fired very loudly and accurately with incredible force behind them.  Charley had to pull his head away from the corner to avoid being hit and pieces of stone were torn away from the wall.
"Some kind of high powered rifle? I haven't seen anything like that," thought Charley.  He then aimed around the corner and fired off several bullets before having to retreat to safety again.
"Three tangos, green light to engage.  Take careful shots and avoid exposing yourselves too much!" said Charley over his channel.  He then spun around the corner and fired two bursts from his assault rifle and caught one of the enemies in the chest, but he crawled back to his feet slowly and kept under cover.
"What the hell? That should have killed him or at least kept him on the ground for a few hours," thought Charley.
"I think they have some kind of heavier armor so if you hit one of them, try to keep firing!" added Charley.

[[The battlefield is a hallway that leads into a medium sized room.  There are a number of computer consoles scattered around with the elevator on the far side.  If more detail is wanted, I can give more]]

[Ahh I was wondering how they managed to get out of the elevator behind cover practically unscaved :S]

Wilson had taken cover at the far end of the hallway, where he hoped the enemy wouldn't see him, hidden in the shadows. He took out his rifle, his trusted "Poacher", and preloaded it. He aimed at the closed elevator doors, his finger at the trigger. Taking a deep breath, he waited for the "ping" to announce the arrival of the enemy. Right before the doors opened, he heard Charleys order and took his finger off again.

When the doors finally opened, he saw three dark figures standing there, looking at them whily they were looking back. Suddenly they jumped away, getting behind cover, except for one of them. He had found safety in the elevator itself, waiting to fire back at the enemy. Suddenly he stuck out his head to find the Marines and Wilson fired a shot. As if the soldier knew what was coming at him, he ducked to the other side of the elevator and the bullet missed its target. 

Sitting in the shadows, Wilson kept his sights at the elevator, knowing he would pop out again. After a dozen seconds, the soldier turned his rifle along the corner of the elevatordoor and fired a few shots. Even though Wilson was at least a 100 feet away, the soldier's bliendfiring nearly hit him so in a reflex, Wilson took the shot. He had aimed perfectly and the bullet hit the soldier's wrist at full speed. His arm got smacked backwards and his rifle fell out of his hand. He wont be shooting much now. Thats one ready for interrogation, Wilson thought to himself.

But then the unthinkable happened, the soldier's hand reappaered around the corner, this time holding some sort of pistol. His wrist seemed in perfect shape, as if it had never been damaged the way it should have been. Wilson thought to himself This is imposs... but was distracted by a loud explosion.

As he opened his second eye, he saw his fellow sniper sitting close to the front, hiding behind a computerconsole. He saw the muzzleflashed of one of the enemy's rifles, in Travis' direction. Suddenly the console exploded, shooting debries in every direction. As he saw the Corporol hit the ground, Wilson shouted: "They got Corporol Leiondon!"

But when he saw the Corporol getting back up and running for new cover, he knew he was alright and shifted his focus to the enemy still in the elevator. While he was waiting to stick his head out for the third time, the doors began closing. Desperately he fired two shots at the thick metal of the closing doors but he knew he missed.

Then as the doors were almost touching one another, his nemesis stood in the middle of the elevator, looking at him. Immediately he aimed, took a slight breath and fired. The doors closed. Whether he hit him or not, if he was dead or not, only time would tell.

[I knéw it! Lemme guess, Aimbot too? And God-mode? Pfft I hate these kind of cheaters :'( ]

[Then we'll just say Leiondons shot ricocheted from his helmet due to pure luck ;) ]

[[I am priority!]]

Only one of the enemy soldiers remained alive after the firefight continued.  Stray bullets flew back and forth and luckily none of the marines were injured badly.  The last enemy started retreating towards the elevator, where another was slumped against the wall dead, and the doors started closing.  Realizing that the soldier was getting away, Charley raced across the room and rolled one of his grenades into the elevator before the doors closed.  The blast filled the elevator shaft several seconds later and part of the explosion blew out the doors near Charley.  One of the doors struck him and he was knocked to the ground roughly, but luckily only suffered some bad bruises.  He limped over to the elevator shaft just in time to see the elevator itself drop to the bottom of the shaft with a crash. 

"Secure the area!" said Charley as he winced through the pain.  He hobbled over to one of the dead enemies and knelt next to it.  Charley picked up the weapon in his hands, but could not figure out a way to fire it.  He sat the weapon down and was about to call everyone together when the gun suddenly discharged.  A single shot fired off and struck the ankle of Lance Corporal Timmons.  He let out a yell and fell to the ground heavily after he wa*beep*.  Charley ran over to Timmons' side as quickly as he could.
"Medic! Someone get over here now!" shouted Charley.  While he waited, he glanced back over at the gun and Specialist Makenzi ran over to Timmons.
"Someone grab those weapons and put them somewhere safe.  Don't use them! I want to send them back to headquarters and have them examined," said Charley.  He then left Timmons' side since he was being taken care of and walked over to one of the dead enemies.  Charley knelt by its side and looked at the armor.  While he was examining it, the armor suddenly fell away, revealing a black skinlike material underneath.  It reminded Charley of his own black skinsuit that controlled his body temperature, but it also had a system of tubes and electrical parts that ran all around it.  On the inside of the armor was more tubing and electrical parts.
"This could explain how they could take such a beating..." mumbled Charley to himself.
"Someone get this armor as well.  I want all of the equipment here sent back to headquarters as soon as we find access.  I think we will also have to evacuate Timmons as well.  Once Timmons' wound is taken care of, we will have to climb a ladder up two levels in order to get to where the elevator was going to take us," said Charley.  He rubbed at his leg some more before moving towards a door next to the elevator and opened it.  Inside was a long and narrow shaft that led upwards and a metal ladder hung from one of the sides.
"A long climb eh?" mumbled Charley.

Travis walked towards the elevator shaft and took a look at the surroundings.  He noticed two metal bars hanging from each side of the elevator shaft.

"Hmm..."

Travis grabbed one in each hand, and jumped off the metal floor.  The corporal wobbled around a bit, and then turned around to wait for Timmons to get healed.

Drake saw Wilson drop the the floor, and lunged to catch him, but failed. "Ugh, they're dropping like flies," he muttered, before going back to the elevator shaft and seeing Travis hanging onto the ladder. "Can you see what's at the top?" he asked.

"Ah hell, don't tell me that Wilson doesn't like seeing large amounts of blood?" groaned Charley as he turned away from the ladder.  He walked over to the fallen marine and knelt by his side.
"Drake, take care of him until Makenzi is done patching up Timmons.  Everyone else, climb up the ladder.  We have a deadline everyone.  The longer we stay here, the more chances that a larger group of enemies will be all over us," ordered Charley as he began climbing up the ladder.  It was a narrow shaft right next to where the elevator ran, but there were openings at regular intervals to allow access to the elevator shaft.  After several minutes of climbing, Charley reached the level he wanted and dropped off of the ladder quietly.  He brought his rifle up to his eye and scanned the hallway that he entered before peeking back down the elevator shaft.
"Clear!" he said over the com link.  He then waited for everyone to catch up so that they could enter the power station nearby.

Shakin' having been taken back by the blook filled room had still been in a trance whilst the quick yet dangerous firefight had been taken place. He caught back up just in time to see Charley get knocked down by the doors and Timmons getting shot in the ankle.
"Medic! Someone get over here now!" shouted Charley.
Shakin immediately rushed over to the fallen comrade and comforted him.
*beep*, First Sergeant Ernst just shot him. He thought to himself.

Shakin then walked over to where Drake was looking down the shaft and nodded in agreement when he heard him mutter about zero-gravity. Turning around to see a wounded mans blood pouring onto the floor and another man, collapsing at the sight of it.
Some just don't cut this job. He thought, once again not willing to express his opinion, unless it be in the form of song.

"Hey guys, I'm sure that gunfire, explosion and elevator crashing down the bottom of the shaft may attract some unwanted attention. Maybe we should, you know. Get the *beep* onto the next floor?" Shakin' said, this time willing to express himself, albeit he didn't know Charley was saying the same thing less than 5meters away.

Watching Charley and Travis swiftly climb the ladder, Shakin' had no reason to wait around and quickly climbed up the ladder too. 

Observing his current surroundings, he too saw the vending machines and followed Travis over to them, looking for a Galaxy Caramel.

"Anyone got change for a $20?" Travis joked as he thumped the top of one.
Shakin reached into his pocket but before he could bring out a note the vending machine dispensed all of its drinks and snacks.

"Galaxy caramel?" Shakin' asked.

"I need an engineer to get the power started," said Charley over the radio.  He had pushed forward and entered the power station, and it was abandoned to his surprise.  The power was completely off in the area and only his shoulder light and night vision cut through the darkness.  There was a number of controls, levers, and switches, but Charley had no clue which would get the job done.

Shakin' figured it was unwise for Connor to go back alone, considering thats where the previous firefight had happened. So he turned around and followed him down the shaft back to the previous floor.

Blood still stained the floor as Shakin' moved slowly in a lowered position, shouldering his rifle incase any sudden nasties came out to play.

He moved to a covered position and waited for Connor.

"Damnit Drake, I told no one to wander off by themselves! Everyone who is almost up here, get into the power room.  Everyone still at the bottom of the ladder, stay there.  I don't want you coming up in front of them.  Snipers, go prone at the door of the power room, everyone else, get a good view of the hallway and prepare to give them hell! I want everyone to aim for the head and someone also get a grenade in there for good measure.  While that is going on, I need a spare engineer getting the power up.  We will need reinforcements and evacuation for Timmons.  Let's hustle marines!" ordered Charley over the radio.  He quickly moved to the double doors that led to the power room and saw that it was empty except for a body in the corner of a maintenance man.  Charley looked around quickly and then moved to the left side of the double doors to wait. 

Meanwhile, Makenzi was just finishing up with Timmons after stopping the bleeding.
"Sir, Timmons is stable and I think he can move, but only a little bit at a time.  How will we get him up the ladder?" asked the medic.
"We will deal with that after we take care of these enemies.  Just hide yourselves until we clear the area again," replied Charley over his comm channel. 

Three enemy soldiers moved towards the hallway that the ambush was being setup in and were not careful enough.
"Open up on them!" ordered Charley as he fired off a burst that struck the lead enemy in the face, knocking him to the ground and he didn't move.  The remaining two tried firing from where they stood, but they were far from any kind of cover.

Drake ran around the last corner when he heard gunfire. Rushing towards the opponent, he opened fire wit his SMG, filling the corridor with bullets. Most of them did very little damage to the enemies, but one of them fell. Drake saw this was as much damage as he could do, and dived into one of the side doors. Unfortunately, one of the downed enemy's comrades had taken the initiative, and hit Drake in the leg mid-dive. Landing an an awkward angle, Drake fell headfirst and cracked his helmet's visor on something, causing the HUD to flicker. Climbing painfully to his feet, Drake supported himself on a desk, and began to limp back to the door, pistol in his hand.