//unsecured transmission captured
//transmission incoming
//transmission incoming
"Mayday! Mayday! Three scouts and half a dozen squiddies approaching. Aaach!"
The sound of a woman being thrown, slammed into a wall, metal creaking...
"Correction, here!"
Heavy breathing, static breaks through the transmission, a voice sounding over a com in the background...
"...abandoning ship, more waiting in the..." the voice fades, along with the sound of feet pounding in haste against a metal grate floor. Steel wrenches, the ship's screams an almost haunting meoldy as it's ripped to shreds.
//signal lost
//transmission ended
//transmission ended