This fic is rated R
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The aliens muttered to each other in their own tongue. The one with a captains hat looked pleased with himself. Another seemingly unarmed carrier. Little did he realize what they have in store.
He gave the command to halt the assault and then it happened; Eight men holding energy weapons appeared out of thin air in front of him. In a single slew of charges his bridge crew was annihilated.
"Merry fucking Christmas." Torn told him as he blasted him to oblivion.
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