Intruders.

The deafening noise of an alarm woke you up from the sweet unconsciousness that followed the impact.

You didn't have time to look what the alarm was about before the huge blast of a breaching charge blew away the airlock closest to the bridge.

A squad of power-armored marines invaded the ship. With only a pistol, two **** crewmembers and little in the way of combat training you quickly concluded that resistance was futile against the walking tanks that you were facing.

"We surrender, we surrender! Don't shoot my crew." you said with your arms in the air.

"Checking it, yep it's him!" The sergeant's speaker barked loudly to the rest of the boarding squad as he removed your weapon. "Take the birds too, he seems to care for them and if Lord-Admiral Stretton don't need them they will be nice in the barracks."

They were there not because there were survivors, they somehow wanted you specifically. You were happy that your tiny crew would survive, even if it would be as bargaining chips, hostages or playthings for the traitorous marines.

You were cuffed and led to the marine boarding barge that was clinging like a limpet to the side of your corvette.

Once inside it took off to join the Iscariot and the fate that was awaiting you.