"Well, we are truly screwed" Captain Blake Campbell said squinting against the harsh bridge lights as he eyed the ships standing sentry outside the station dock.
They hung there, outside the station like sharks stalking a particularly fat and tasty grouper.
The ships sat, unmoving the black and grey hulls barely noticeable against the
obsidian curtain of space.
A grim smile spreading across his face Blake slowly extended his middle finger pushing it against the small portal window.

Funny how things work out he thought It was just two months ago I was enjoying the sun by the mountain lake back on earth , then that damn ship shows up, hell he mentally chuckled had you told me the universe was lousy with aliens, I would have laughed at you.

Blake walked over and checked the threat board, slowly counting the ships "23, 24 and 25" he whispered winching as he said the last number.

Taking a deep breath Blake steeled his nerve,

"Looks like it's going to be a Butch and Sundance day" he said walking over to the captain's chair.