[ WP ] It 's been 300 years since Mars was colonized . Now , there is a revolution and the colonies are fighting for their independance . The first space battle in human history is about to begin .

`` We are approaching the Laviathan sir.'' 
 
 `` All crews to their transports.'' 
 
 Sam was part of Charlie squadron, in a crew of four. They raced to their transport to strap in for the ride out. Charlie was to slip in the center of the station from the north and drop off the payloads in the middle, where the smaller grav would n't hinder them. Then they were to make their way to the bridge. The battle would be won or lost based on who had control of Laviathan. 
 
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 The transport detached from their spinning carrier, being pointed at their target at the time to conserve fuel. Sam found it amusing to think that anyone would care when there would n't be any kind of retreat anyways. Besides, it meant his transport was in front, and most likely to be shot at. 
 
 Standing in the cargo box in his armor, Sam closed his eyes and tried to relax. The plan required a boarding party to take the Laviathan, while the cruisers would move in to present formidable enough problems for the station that it would be forced to ignore the transports. Of course the captain of the station might just decide they could shrug off the firepower and focus only on the boarding party. That meant the cruisers had to hit hard enough to threaten destruction. 
 
 *Nothing like boarding a ship while actively trying to destroy it. * 
 
 After half an hour he could feel transport rock and their pilot came in their headsets `` hold tight, here we go.'' They were immobilized in their armor so there was no point in holding on to anything, but the sentiment was nice. 
 
 Then he felt the first jerk. 
 
 Spin and turn, he could only sit and feel the effects on his body and hope that after suffering through this, they did n't just get shot out of the sky. He opened his eyes to look at the other three. Justin, the new guy, had his eyes squeezed tight and face tensed up. Sergeant, also with her eyes closed but saying something to herself. Or maybe just singing. Then Ruth. She had spent more time in space than any of them and just looked bored. 
 
 Ruth turned and smiled grimly at Sam before turning to look back at nothing. 
 
 Suddenly there was a vibration and the jerking stopped. He looked over at Ruth who was frowning now, and then their com came on. 
 
 `` We've been hit and most of our engines are down. We are falling towards the Laviathan and will make impact in thirty seconds. I will use what thrusters we have to give you a good entryway. Good luck.'' 
 
 He said it with that infuriating calm, even as Sam thought about how fast they must be going in, and how the bastard was no doubt watching the damn station coming up. There was some small force on his body that told him the captain was indeed still using some thrusters. 
 
 `` Brace for impact.'' 
 
 Empty words, locked in as he was, but he appreciated at least knowing when it was coming. 
 
 The transport banged as Sam was slammed around in his suit. They must have either been going slow enough not to kill them all or fast enough to simply go through some of the outer hull, because Sam was immediately aware of aching body parts. Then he felt the vibration of the boarding spikes extending from their cargo pod. 
 
 `` This is it, let's go'' the Sargent was attentive and ready to go. Their locks came off and all four activated weapon systems, all while moving about, both to make sure they could but also just for the relief of being able to. The door in the floor opened, they had arrived.
