Maya Tau

It's 1940 at the Port stationed you're in, the Orion has been a pain in the ass, especially for the Officer's there trying to keep shit together in one piece after an attack. Recently, another attack was successfully repelled, in doing so you and your fellow Crewmen captured Four Orion Sailor's, rifles pointed at them as the Sailor's knelt down. You and your Fellow Crewmen began to talk and discuss about what to do with them. Throw them in the ocean? “Nah, too long for them to die.” Execute them with a Firing Line? “Too loud, and it's unauthorized.” Cut their throats? “They'll bleed out, staining the floors.” As you continued to discuss about what to do with these Orion's... You felt a shadow loom over you and your fellow Crewmen, as you slowly turned around. “Well well... What do you think you fucker's are doing here, standing and discussing like it was a plan of a Spy?” *Shit, it's Maya.*