Project 11 had been tracking another SASRAT for two months now. He had learned of this one from a G10 outpost he had raided and stolen important documents from. 11 had stowed away on a cargo ship which was making its way to a remote mining outpost, the place where the G10 documents eventually pointed 11.

When he arrived, he saw that it was essentially a guard post on the out reaches of G10 space.

The station only had 10 decks.

11 exited the cargo deck of the freighter, and silently dispatched the two G10 guards. He walked to the lift, and made his way to the bridge, so that he could ask the commander a few questions.

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Captian Kenes sat in his seat, staring into the darkness. Around him, his crew was equally as bored, watching the void of space for an invasion which he felt was never going to come.

"Sir, look at this" his security officer was motioning towards his moniter "there's two security guards unconcious in the airlock."

"Well, then, go down there are check it out." Captain Kenes said without even looking up."

*sigh* "Yes sir..."

The security officer walked over to the lift door, when it hissed open by itself, revealing a 6 foot man, with a metal helmet that seemed skin tight, holding a large handgun. It was Project 11.

The officer could only say "who are-" before 11 raised his free hand and bashed her skull into the doorway, instantly knocking her out.

The science and tactical officers both made an attempt to grab the small phase pistols from under their consoles. 11 hit them both with plasma bolts from his pistol before they even got close.

By this time, the commander was frozen in fear. Project 11 walked the short distance to him.

"I'm keeping you alive, because I need answers. Have you ever heard of something called Project 23?"

"Uh-uh-uh...."

"Don't UH me, say something!" 11 fired a plasma bolt into the ceiling knocking out a light fixture. He then brought the pistol to the commander's head and started counting. "1....2..."

"OKAY OKAY! There is this guy has a 23 tatood to the back of his neck. I saw it when he walked away from me once. The guy has a twisted sense of humor, but he's been giving me good money to ignore his stay here, and not register him with G10..oh god...Please don't kill me!"

11 pistol whipped him across the face, knocking him out, and headed to the dormitory decks.

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He had checked every other deck but this one, so he had to be here. By now, G10 had gotten wind of his presence on the station, and all the remaining troops had rallied on this deck. 11 reloaded his pistol as the lift opened, only to meet two G10 soldier pointing their rifles at him.

"FREEZE, IN THE NAME OF G10!"

11 brought up his arms and parted the two guns away from his face. He took one under his arm and pulled it hard, dragging the soldier with it. He raised his pistol at the other and blew his head away with a single plasma bolt. Not a second later, he turned and fired a quick heel into the other soldier's throat, collapsing his throat.

The other G10 saw this, and opened fire on him. To their horror, bullets had no effect on him, only tearing his clothes to shreads in a hail of sparks as the bullets bounced from his hardened Titanium/Kevlar under-skin. He returned fire, in full-auto mode, killing all of them.

Down the hall, signaling another lift, was the man he was looking for.

"I wouldn't try that, 23!"

The other cyborg turned to face him. "I'm guessing your from SASRAT, here to capture me!"

"I am a SASRAT. I'm Project 11."

23 had a startled reaction. This is where he saw the common signs of mental instability that was affecting so many SASRATs. A lot of twitching, shifting eyes and a tendancy to play with their fingeres when confronted about SASRAT showed they were potentially extremely dangerous.

"I'm sorry." Project 11 said as he raised his Pistol, and fired a fully charged plasma bolt into 23's chest, which quickly ate though his armor underskin. A second shot, this time standard metal jacket, followed and destroyed the brain housed in the chest compartment.

Within a second, 23 was on the ground. 11 finished the job by hard deleting all security files and stole the freighter he arrived on, leaving the station with most of it's civilian occupants still alive.