Chase

"Get ready to dock in three... two... one..." The ships intercom rang out with the ships pilot's voice as Chase stood at the cargo bay door waiting for his group to strap on their weapon and gear. Chase's eyes flicked down to his holstered hip blasters and as he clipped his helmet on he sighed at how long Darrel, Kane, Vida, Liv and Irene were taking. Out of the six of them the three woman were nearly as fast as Chase but none of them had as much training or youth on their side. "Bay door opening, check oxygen tanks.." The pilot ordered and Chase briefly checked the little icon in his helmets visor that blinked with a full tank. Another raid, this one should be fairly easy. The Embriose species were fairly weak but the little fuckers were smart, hence their repeated offenses of advancing their weaponry without the CRISPR's consent. That's what Chase and his group was for. They got in, shot those weak bitches dead and confiscated any weapons they could find for themselves. Sure it wasn't very ethical and sure it wasn't exactly their place to be obsessing over other species advancements but who the fuck cares when you're on the safe side of the war. The bay door slowly opened and Chase shouldered his weapon darting out without waiting for his group. After all, he was quicker, better and overall just more efficient alone. He was tossed into the ship by a gust of pressurized wind from the ship and as he stumbled into the halls he let off a volley of rounds at the sight of the grey little aliens. Of course they really only turned grey when they splattered against the halls walls but that was beside the point. His feet carried him through the ship, dodging rays of energy from the alien guns and it wasn't long till the hall was looked like some toddler had hand painted all over the walls with grey goopy paint. "This is Chase speaking, Requesting permission to begin search through." He said into the mouthpiece of his dark helmet. "Request granted. Continue on through the left wing of the ship. Your crew is taking the right wing." Darrel replied through the coms. For some reason that dipshit had higher authority than him but whatever. Wasn't gonna get his dick in a twist over that. Chase slowed his pace as he neared the left wing of the ship and as he kicked in doors, shot up a few pathetic little extra terrestrials, he was nearly done the search. He was just about to head back to his main cargo ship when his eye caught sight of a nick in the ships wall panel. He frowned and jammed the tip of his sharp pointed blaster into it and with a loud crash the panel was snapped off. Embriose screeched at one another in the hidden area and there was a flurry of movement, blasts sent his way as he stumbled back to avoid singing his face. He grit his teeth and charged inside only to see the short aliens stuffing an unconscious being into a large test tube, as if they'd just been doing some weird shit to them. Chase lifted his weapon and let off a dozen rounds splattering most of the creatures but missing one just as it slapped a little screen on the tube locking the being inside. Chase easily slaughtered the last one and when he caught his breath he looked around to see an experimenting area filled with sharp little objects and glowing things. He turned to the tube which was filled with dark liquid and the being inside of it was... human. "What the fuck...?" Chase muttered as he approached the test tube. It was almost like the cloning vats Chase had seen back at CRISPR's main base but this one was... thicker. More resistant. As if made to withstand bullets. "Yeah this is Chase speaking. Found some weird testing sight down on the left wing. Requesting a retrieval team." Chase said into his com staring up at the tube and the unconscious person inside.