Earth time: 14:32

The sounds of carnage crackled over the radio, before the device stopped working. Thanos dropped it on the ground, seeing as it was useless now. He shouldered his rifle, tentatively lurking the corridors of the Helios. He was in the cabin hall, just a few rooms down from his own. The radio must have been dropped by a worker, he suspected. But that didn't matter.
His first priority was to find survivors, if there were any. Slowly sidestepping down the hallway, he came to a two way path, the left led to the mess hall, the right to the equipment room. He looked to the right. The door hung slightly open.
Thanos took a few steps toward the room, the light from his rifle illuminating the area. He nudged the door open and peered inside carefully. Being careful not to lower his weapon, Thanos creeped around the room.
There was generally nothing interesting about this room: it was empty, save the metal grated tool racks on the walls, absent of tools. Thanos checked around, making sure whatever was on the ship that was causing all the trouble wasn't in here too. After he was sure the room was clear, he took his left hand away from around the barrel, still holding the gun up in his right hand.
Looking at the ground, Thanos spotted something useful: a GXR-80 laser steel cutter, capable of slicing straight through metal with ease. This would come in handy.
Exiting the equipment room, Thanos made his way for the mess hall, gun re-shouldered.

Meanwhile, in the mess hall...

"Mmm! These dumplings are the best! Good thing no one else is here!"
Just as Nagi was about to bite into a hot, steaming dumpling, a guy with armor and a rifle burst in through the double doors.
The mess hall was littered with dead Necromorphs, and in the exact center was a cute engineer with blood spattered all over her body and a smoking Rivet Gun next to her plate of dumplings.
"Hello! Can I help you? They have dumplings today! My favorite!"
She bit into her dumpling and savored the scrumptious pork, oblivious to the other person in the room.

Thanos crept into the mess hall, slowly and quietly. His rifle was still ready. He surveyed the room carefully, shining his gun light throughout the area. The mess hall was empty.
Except for a figure sitting at one of the tables.
He quickly turned his attention to the figure, flooding the area with his gun light. As it turned out, the figure was only an engineer; a female. He lowered his gun to stomach level, and made his way over to the woman. As he approached, he could see that she was eating.
"Food? At a time like this?" Thanos thought.
"Mmm! These dumplings are the best! Good thing no one else is here!" She was about to take another bite, but she seemed to notice Thanos approaching her. Thanos took notice of her bloodstained R.I.G. suit and smoking rivet gun. Looking around, he also saw dead, grotesque things littering the mess hall. "Hello! Can I help you? They have dumplings today! My favorite!" the woman said.
"Is this girl insane?" he thought. He walked over and stood across from her. "What happened here? What are these things?" he asked her, looking down at one of the dead figures.
Blood was splattered all over the room. Tables were scattered, other items had been destroyed, and pieces of the ship had come through the ceiling onto the floor, blocking off some pathways to other places of the ship. Thanos turned his attention back to the woman, who was still eating.

"They're, like, zombies or something." Nagi replied, calmly, as she ate another dumpling. "But not 'zombies' zombies, like what you see in the movies or VR games. They don't want brains, and they seem to just want to kill people." She devoured yet another dumpling. She then offered the plate to the newcomer. "Sure you don't want any? They're pork..."

Nagi just continued to devour all of the dumplings, still offering one to Thanos.

Ian Solus had served on military space vessels for most of his career. The few skirmishes he had been in were mild, to say the least; All ending abruptly in ship-to-ship combat against pirates stupid enough to face military grade fleets with lesser salvaging ships. He had repaired more integral damage done by crew members than from actual space combat. Those days were long passed him. He sought a more subtle workload, one that didn't involve adrenaline junkies with itchy trigger fingers, so when the CEC contractors contacted him personally to sign up on a USG frigate, he didn't blink twice. If only he knew what he was getting himself into...

The horror radioing in on the other side of the transmission was the sound of Ian's world slowly crashing into a shit storm. Ripping flesh, mangled with tormented voices and shrieks of all things hellish reverberated through the engineering deck before cutting off. Silence. Is this some kind of joke? He tried to reason, but no matter how hard he made himself believe it to be some cruel prank, his gut told him otherwise. He walked over to a nearby terminal and punched in several keys. A security protocols tab pulled up. After logging in his clearance code a display map of the USG Helios flickered with various red cursors, all centered around the cargo hold.

//Security breach in cargo hold

--initiating lock down protocols...

//Awaiting quarantine protocol for cargo hold...

"Quarantine?" Ian shivered. This protocol was only issued for disease or flu control in a hydroponics chamber. No way in hell was this over some common cold, not after the nightmares he heard over the intercom. He synced the data from the terminal into his RIG and brought to life a holographic interface. He tabbed over to radio transmission and clicked to a private channel.

"Hello? Is anyone there? This is Ian Solus from Engineering. What's going on?"

Just then a hard thudding bang sounded above him. He glanced up, the ribbed green lights of his helm glinting through the ventilation fan on the ceiling. Slowly, he unbuckled the plasma cutter on his hip, never taking his eyes off the rotating fan.

If this girl could've seen Thanos' face, she would have seen how disgusted he was that she could still eat. He had met many cynical people in his life, but this was just disturbing. Here was a woman who's crew had been attacked and a majority of them slaughtered, with dead "zombies" and blood all over the place, still able to eat and act as if this were everyday procedures.
So Thanos just politely said "No thanks".
He checked around the room. No other signs of life were within, as far as he knew. He kept his gun ever close to him. He had learned, in his field of work, that the only friend he had was a gun. So, he was going to trust his only friend to the end. He didn't sit down. He kept standing because he didn't want to be caught off gaurd when whatever these things were came after him.
A crash sounded from behind him, and he turned. Coming from the wreckage was one of them. It had thin, blade-like arms that it was swinging wildly, coming straight for Thanos. He raised his weapon and fired, bullets ripping into the monster. It fell down, and Thanos turned to the girl.
The creature shot back up, charging Thanos again. He whipped around and shot it some more, this time severing the blade-like arms on accident.
The monster fell again, this time dead. Thanos stepped on the head, crushing the skull in the process. "Okay, just what the fuck is goin' on here?" he shouted.

Marcus at the time of most of the arising of this was deeply cuddled up in the sheets of his small and rather modest bed that was in a dull green as it is for any under-dog employee on a long-term spaceship. His room matched this type of style in every way, it's size would insult a middle class person as you could barely stand up and walk out of the room, heck, the bed actually was the room apart from an in-built wardrobe at the end of it's feet, the room was so small in fact that the things needed like fridges and cubbard was packed into to the wall, all of them miniature and just a few feet next to him. Marcus slowly slipped open his artificial eyes and peaked at his secondary room, the one just by his small space to walk in and out of his front door which was the other necessity, his bathroom. The seasoned man rather lazily slumped his hands onto the wall next to him and slapped a tiny screen with the time on it, beeping away for him to wake up "Beep! Beep! Bee-" A loud smack preceded into the mans eardrums before he tore open his lips to let out a lazy "Shut uuuuuuppp!" he didn't really yell out this but he was sure grumpy and irritated in his tone. Marcus's feet shuffled under the warmth of his quilt and with that his body followed in a slight shiver and parade of movements under the green, wool covers before turning his whole body over to stare at the wall. Those mechanical eyes of his peered up along the wall and then to the window that was placed at the head of his bed, not bending his head yet forcing his eyes to scrape the very edge of his sockets and vision of sight before a loud sigh escaped his throat and rather grudgingly started to get up.

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Marcus now dressed in his hefty anti-hazard suit which was as gloomy as the metal of the ship, grey and deathly like a cloud erecting from a recently started fire, His mask not equiped, sitting at the back as always and his hair still messy which he was currently sorting out with a hair band and a set of hands. Militon gripped all the hair he could, making his knuckles be seen gently while he bite down on his hair band as he twisted it about and then lumped it over his messy scene of locks, forcing it all into a bulge of a pony tail, Marcus let out another sigh as if to just curse getting up while his eyes still screamed for sleep a little "Why can't I ever just wake up....awake in the morning" He let out in a silent moan to himself while a his brief echo of foot steps went down the corridor to the doctors sector. The area was surprisingly silent and clean today, no one had made a mess nor was there any sort of clatter of tongues or calls traveling in echo between the doctor and the workers. It was....new. The young mans hand, well, younger than most pressed it self against the holographic lock on the door which ran it's animation and then let him in "Hey doctor...did you see that show last night...it was a great episode.." Marcus shouted out into the medical bay as he walked in, Reaching out and grabbing his tools of the trade which he left by the door as he rarely needed them anywhere else, his suit, he normally needed that for all jobs but his Hydrator and tubes was not a really a all scenario device so it was acceptable that he left it there. As Militon strapped the tube on his waist with a loud "Click" and lifted his hefty device in one hand, he seemed to take for granted that the doctor was there.He freely strolled in without a care in the world as he shouted lowly out to his companion and walked straight to the coffee machine, making himself a nice, Dark cup of black coffee which was steaming from heat and even boiling a little for doubling the switch by mistake "Hmm...I need to focus more.." he uttered to himself as he held the coffee rather gracefully in one hand and set his gaze on the steaming surface "This is really hot....Hey Doctor...Did you see it or not!?" he ushered the first half to himself before talking to the doctor with a louder voice. A slight "Plop" hit his ears which lifted in alert as he looked down at his coffee and then up at the empty room full of corpses wrapped in sheets ready for the morgue. couches too was palced for those waiting along with Lights and various medical equipment "He must be off sick..heh. Iro-..." He broke off as they slight plop hit his ears again and inspected his coffee carefully, noticing something had landed in it "Gross..." Marcus remarked to himself as he had seen it was the corpses of a fly, turning around to tilt to coffee gently in a spare cup, discarding the fly's corpse in that one. Marcus froze as he started to lift his cup once more when the distress signal played on the monitor across the room, the sounds of dying hitting his receivers of sound, all of it left him somewhat un-able to move for a moment before turned around with the tea under his chin "A-"


Marcus broke off as instead of an empty room he was now looking into orbs that where gently colored in a blood trauma red, the rest of the face molded, bloody and scarred while the mouth was indeed obscure and two large scythe were hanging over his shoulders. They both stared each other down while the monster more or less glared to be exact, Marcus did not even breath until a slight growl entered the air the stench of fleshly chewed flesh went up his nose when the beast started to act which in turn forced Marcus to act...by throwing his boiling, hot coffee over the necromorphs face, sizzling slightly which made it take a few steps back, being hit by the tea cup which broke against it's spine after being thrown and forced it to stand up with it's scythe outstretched and rather enraged "Graaaaghhh!" Marcus quickly lifted his gun to the Coffee machine's supply and engaged his weapon, sucking up the glass where it was stuck and then the the rest of the coffee, filling up the tube while the Necromorph ran furiously towards him. He turn just in time to aim his device at the charging creature that was but an inch from his face, his scythe but an center meter from his back and it's breathe easily swiping up his nostrils before he flicked the switch and sprung a lump of glass covered in boiling coffee into the monsters stomach, Spewing the rest over him and sending it on the floor on it's knee's in pain as it regained it's composure, The eyes of the beast widen as it let out a series of inhuman growls at him in anger, his scythe thrashing around blindly once more while the tiny streams of hot air escape fro the surface of his flesh which was now red all over from the minor burns it has been afflicted with. Marcus saw his chance and quickly ran forth with his contraception on suck again, Placing it on the monster head and easily consuming the entire skull, loud sounds of flesh being torn from bone and the skull being dismantled and fragmented while it was vacuumed up dominated the silence and heavy breathes from the struggle of the fight. The two lethal limbs continued to try and touch him ,Both doing so as they jammed there very tips into his plated armor, Trying to force themselves past it so they can enter his rips and slash out his insides, the impact forced out a loud "Grrhhh!" from Marcus which was now pushing his being destroying item more and more forward over the unknown life form, finally going over it's shoulders and consuming everything up and past it's torso apart from it's arms, the sucking continued while the legs remained on the floor, on it's knee's and motionless, everything else was in his gun which refused to take the rest of this new threat.


A few more seconds past of sucking before the arms simply fell off Marcus's sides, the fact they had tried to enter him was the only thing keeping them up as they no longer had body to connect to. Slowly the gun was lifted with a jar full of pink, red goo and some glint of white shards. The absence of his gun revealed a pair of legs and waist cuppled with a set of arms just sitting on the floor "Oh..oh...oh. shit...oh shit.." He muttered to himself in panic as he took in deep gasps of air "This can't be real..I must of been knocked out by some gas or something..." He was once more cut off as the alarms came on and the whole room blacked out. The sounds of growling started to enter the air from the abyss. Marcus just slowly took a tiny step to rebalance his body before lifting his mask over his head, that giant, Sphere lighting up it's colors across the darkness when the slight rustles of moving could be detected in the corners. He finally lifted up his gun and aimed it cautiously.Imeadiately he felt his heart burst with adrenaline as he hyperventilates.

"OH....Fuck!"

"I really don't know." Nagi replied, putting her dishes in the conveyor belt next to a dead "Slasher", oblivious to the blood, guts, and gore covering herself and the room.
"I heard something about a 'kwar-in-teen', but it was lunch time, so I didn't bother. Some creep in the shadows tried to hurt me, so I accidented him with my rivet gun. I then found the doors were locked, so I took a passage, which seemed to be filled with these zombies, so I continued to accident them. I accidented every zombie that tried to keep me from my meal! I finally found them! The last dumplings, just sitting there! I accidneted all of the zombies in hee, then started to eat. Then you came in."
"Did you have to accident a bunch of zombies to get here too? Dr. Krutchnikov is gonna be mad! You'll have to go for double sessions with her, maybe every day!"

"No, that's the first one I've seen so far", Thanos said, motioning his gun towards the dead slasher. He looked around the mess hall again. There were no more signs of these things, whatever they were. "We gotta get outta here", he said. He headed for the mess hall's back entrance, which led to the medical deck. Thanos pushed the doors open, and looked around the halls.
Nothing.
He quickly made his way to the medical deck, hoping to find someone there. At the very least, he'd find some medical supplies in case one of these things injured him. Making his way through, he came upon the door. Placing his hand on the holographic keypad, the hydrolic locking mechanism for the doors released, and the door flew open in halves, one half going through the ceiling, the other through the floor. He found himself in the main entrance of the medical deck, with various other wings of the ward abound.
Thanos directed his attention to the ICU. Heading in, Thanos looked around.
Gun shouldered, he scanned every inch of the main hallway of the ICU.
Empty.
Continuing onward, Thanos saw many rooms, inpatient rooms, deserted. There was no staff around either. Maybe they'd been killed? Thanos shook that thought. He wanted to call out and let any surviviors, if there were any, know he was there. But, he couldn't risk alerting any more of those monsters. So, he quietly paced along, looking for anyone who might still be alive.
He turned a corner.
Thanos saw a blood-covered hallway, limbs scattered all over the place. Blood was on the ceiling and walls, as well as the floor. Everything was covered in the red liquid. Thanos was thankful for his strong stomach, because those faint of heart would have vommited themselves to death. He kept going, steeping in the blood and over the severed limbs of victims. He scanned the entire premises. No monsters, no survivors.
He thought the coast was clear, until a sound came from behind him.
He snapped around, gun at the ready.

Nagi had just burped.
"Boy, those were some good dumplings!"
She then activated her gun and discharged it just next to Thanos' ear, shotting a Slasher in the chest.
"Do do do, do, do. Another one bites the dust!" She turned around and fired at yet another Slasher, knocking it down.
"Do do do, do, do. Another one bites the dust!"
Several small baby-looking zombies headed for the duo.
"And another's gone, and another one's gone! Another one bites the dust!"
She shot each of the babies in the head, and dodged their shards.
"Hey!"
She spun back around to confront a very fat-looking Slasher.
"I'm gonna get you too!"
She fired at it's chest, and it seemed to explode in a bunch of goo.
"Another bites th-"
The "goo", actually a pack of small critters, swarmed onto her.
"Getemoffgetemoffgetemoff!!!" She shrieked, futilely swatting at the nasty things poking at her. The health indicator on her RIG started to go sink.

Ian steadied his plasma cutter as the three laser sights flickered through the spinning fan vents on the ceiling. He didn't know what to expect, what to think. Who could be up there? What could be up there? Another thud rang in the vent and he squeezed the cutter even tighter. Silence. Just as he was about to lower his tool, a loud clanging of metals exploded behind him. He turned and faced a creature from hell, Ian reasoned, for it was nothing he had ever seen in his entire life.

Sinewy arms with long jagged spikes were raised above its mangled skull. The projectiles spun out from his cutter and lodged deep into the creature's chest, staggering back but to no effect. All it seemed to do was anger the beast even more. Its yellow eyes pierced with rage as it continued assault, bellowing wicked cries from its jaw-less head. The creature swung its left appendage at Ian. He rolled away as the spiked arm nicked air. Sprawling on the ground, he kicked away frantically, firing off the rest of the rounds from his cutter. A shot lanced deep in its torso while the remaining two sliced into its left leg. The creature spun to face Ian, but as it did, it could no longer support its weight with a damaged leg and fell to the ground, breaking away from its body like a twig.

It can be stopped. It can be hurt. Cut it apart! Cut it apart, limb-by-limb! This thing wasn't unstoppable after all! Ian realized, and he spent the last clip he had into cutting its arms and remaining leg apart. Ian rose from his feet and stared down at the defeated monster. Its eyes still baring a deep hatred.

"Die!!!" He crushed its head with his boot, wincing from the broken bone and tearing muscle underneath it.

He leaned against a pipe railing, calming himself down with carefully measured breaths. He just killed someone. No, something, he reasoned. An abomination. An Alien maybe? The creatures yellow eyes burned into his mind and he shook away the thought.

"I have to get out of he-" The ceiling vent he focused on earlier now gave way, with it dropping another one of those creatures.

"SHIT!" He brought up the plasma cutter and squeezed hard, but nothing came out. The ammo interface was blinking red...It was empty.

The creature rushed toward him, arms flailing about as Ian scrambled for the entrance of the engineering deck. Another crash rang out from the ceiling, followed by another and another. A spiked arm flew at him from a wall vent, breaking his stride temporarily. He caught a glimpse at the hell chasing after him. The deck's walls were bleeding with these things, all of them screaming for his death. Heart racing, he jumped toward the entrance door and pounded the interface lock. He turned and faced five of them. Armed with only a stasis module, he aimed it at the hording monsters and watched as energy particles warped around them, slowing their advance. Racing to the other side of the door, he slammed the interface lock repeatedly until the metal gate went down. He didn't give them time to climb back into the shafts and get to him. He ran as fast as he could, away from those horrors hoping to find a crew member. Hell, anyone that was human.

The loud crash Thanos heard came from the vent: one of those monsters had broken out of it. This one was different from the other ones. Instead of the bladed appendages on the things he fought earlier, this one had two regular (as far as regular goes for these beasts) arms that it seemed to use for jumping. Instead of legs, this creature had a single tail-like appendage.
The monster growled at him, whipping it's tail in his direction, trying to skewer him alive. Thanos raised his weapon, only to have it knocked out of his hands. It slid out of his reach to the left. He tried to reach for it, but every time he did, the monster would snap it's tail at him.
Abandoning the rifle, Thanos unholstered his Lancer .45's. These pistols were very useful in case the rifle was unavailable as it is now. Thanos took aim. He fired off rounds in sequence: left, right, left, right. He was shooting the thing in the arms, watching as the skin tissue broke apart. It roared a thunderous, menacing roar as it made one last attempt to kill Thanos befor it's arm was completely severed from it's body.
It fell. Thanos reloaded and holstered his pistols, picked up his rifle, and stood over the body. He raised his foot, aiming for the creature's head. All of a sudden, he was tripped up: the monster was still alive, and had used it's tail to trip him. Still holding onto his rifle, Thanos rolled over and saw the tail hovering over him, about to strike. He aimed and unloaded the rest of the rifle's clip into the tail, cutting it away.
The monster went limp, and Thanos stomped it's skull, making sure it wouldn't come alive. "The hell are these things?" he thought, reloading his rifle. From behind, he heard a scream.
The girl from the mess hall.
He backtracked, running as fast as she could. When he got there, he saw her covered in tiny little insect-like things. He went over to her and picked off as many as he could, but from behind he heard more of those creatures. He used the laser cutter he found, aiming from the side so as not to pierce the woman's R.I.G. suit. He fried the little ones off of her, and turned just in time to see a group of five slasher approach him. He raised his rifle and fired, severing the blade appendages of one. He turned his attention on another.
These monsters were already wounded. Maybe the girl had shot them. From their chests were injuries from a Plasma Cutter.
It had to be her.
Thanos killed of two more before reloading. While in the midst of that, however, he was knocked to the ground, ammo clip out of reach. The monster bared down on him, and he had to use his rifle to hold it off. It seemed like the creature was trying to bite him. He wedged his feet on the thing's chest, curling his knees. He kicked off, making the creature fall on it's back.
Thanos wasted no time, and sprang up to stomp on the terror's limbs. After that one was dead, he raced for the ammo clip.
Picking it up, he looked. The fifth was advancing the girl, and she didn't seem to be doing anything. The monster was too close for him to shoot it without possibly hitting her too.
She would have to defend herself......or die.

Marcus stood silently while the sounds of alarms and flashing lights filled the atmosphere with even more panic as if the blood and the danger of death was not loud enough for his body to pump battery acid into surviving he had to now listen to screams of technology that he might die! The sounds shifted and morphed as other clatters of tings and tat's entered the room, the rustles of moving and the gentle sweat that trickled across Marcus's skin under his mask let him know that he was indeed scared out of his mind on the outside too. His heart started to pound in his ears, he had to calm down and breath, the room was starting to go numb for a split second before Marcus took a breath and forced his body to relax slightly, his adrenaline still pumping and his mind still on fire, but at least now his senses were not spiraling out of control. The supposably alone man shrugged his entire upper body up and straightened his legs as he inhaled all that he could while forcing his fingers to latch onto his only weapon which was currently carrying the remains of a previous attacker. The light off the circle on the mask started to pierce the shades and shadow coven corners and edges of the room as he looked around.


"Ting!" what was that? he wondered to himself as he quickly turn his skull to gaze into the guessed direction of the sound, peeking at the floor in the corner of the room before rearranging his neck to look at the empty bed "Wait..." Marcus whispered to himself "Wasn't there a corpse just there?..." He thought to himself as if to question his brain and receive a flashback of a few minutes ago, he did not receive a full blown flash back but he did recall a body in that bed "Ratatatat!" a sound erupted form the darkness and siren sounds of the ships alarm, mimicking the noise of a rat running along metal, it's claws smacking against a hard surface, of course this sounded like a big rat. Militon pulled his hefty hydrator up to his stomach so he can aim at any threats while he gently started to take steps forward. His left limb slowly flexing it's muscles and driving it self up before landing rather smoothly down a few inches ahead of him, generating an echo along the corridor that was drowned to anyone far away due to the alarm. Again, this happened with his other leg, and then so again and again. Marcus knew that what ever there is to panic about his pounding heart insane rush was really a shout to say "Don't do anything risky or stupid unless you have to" a few more steps ahead and with Marcus in the middle of the room he started to feel a slight sense of anxiety, no, a great deal of anxiety as more and more tings and tats seemed to touch his ears.


Milton tensed his entire being, his stomach clenched to stop itself loosing his lunch over his current panic attack due to his acids bubbling up and working overtime, his arms shivered slightly as a rather minor stabbing feeling traveled up it and eventually went mildly numb with pins and needles, Miltions hair all over his body was erected in complete shock, if his skin was visible you would see some sweat drip down his pale skin although you can't, the smell would give it off. A few more echo's of feet hitting floor and a few more heavy breaths he stood at the door, it took him five minutes to walk to this door and his was rather shocked at how instilled with fear he is although not overly disappointed. Marcus griped his weapon as hard as he could with one hand and leant the rest on his side so he could have some control with one arm while his other arm reached out for the doors holographic switch, he had the override codes as, even it wasn't official he was somewhat the backup doctor, the doctors assistant if need be and even a back up surgeon if it was truly that much of a emergency which meant he had permission to override lockdowns in the medical bay due to the trust between him and the doctor. A few seconds of beeps and red holograms shifting later, the door reversed back to green and the lock down, at least in the medical bay was shut off, the lights started to resurrect and the sounds of alarms went dead at long last, peace.


Marucs took in the deepest breath he could muster and turn around as the door open to peer at the room one more time, a new sound emerged "Rarrrghhh!!!" Instead of a room filled with light he looked back at a horde of necromorphs, some female, some male, one big and fat and all in the corners and edges where the darkness hid them, obviously he was blind to them and they was blind to him for a while, at least he had distan- "Grrrrr" Marcus swallowed as two where growling in his ears on each side, they was ambushing him all along. The two necromorph suddenly let out a scream of rage down the stand alone human as one lifted his scythe into the air and started to plummet them down like a striking tarantula. The other one who was scorched all over apart from his yellow eyes threw it's scythes around him and jammed it's teeth onto Marcus's neck, Getting ready to bite him while Marcus pushed with his remaining hand as hard as he could. He was stuck in place and one was about to impale him while the other was attempting to tear his throat out, He let out a loud series of grunts before bursting out in pain as a row of sharp fangs entrenched themselves into his shoulder and partially into his neck, Blood was flinging out in the direction of the approaching horde who seemed to start of slow and gradually gain pace. Marcus had no other alternative but to let the monster push deeper down as he was now looking grim, he was caught, bleeding and in the process of getting eaten and impaled while a small horde where advancing. Militon simply went slightly back a bit more as if to submit to the beast while he grunted out in agonizing breathes, he could only hold him for a second, maybe two before his neck will be torn out or his head ripped off, thankfully the other necromorph happen to launch it's two limbs down at the others back and wedge a blade in his torso, in it's attempt to withdraw it ended up flinging the scorched companion off the human and end up in a small slash skirmish at each other as they tried to get back in order.

Marcus only shivered as the enemy was flung off him and now the two ambushers where currently in a private brawl over who stabbed who. His free hand gently up lifted to his shoulder and throat and rested on it slightly to keep the blood in "Raaaawwwrrrrghhhh!" the fat necromorph yelled while the rest ran towards him in a furious charge, which made Marcus do exactly the same, he charged, he charged with determination, valor and adrenaline....in the opposite direction. The two limbs that are his feet skidded as he exited the door and escaped into the hallway. His hands took lead and rapidly he started to PUNCH the close door command on the hologram "C'mon..C'mon...C'mon" He let out to himself in a shaking tone while hitting harder. giant thuds where thundering down the hallways now before the door finally closed as one of the necromorphs leaped at it, It's scythe poking through which then got cut off by the power of the metal seal closing on it. The young man stood there for a number of minutes with his back hunched, his chest poking in and out as he took as many breathes as possible and thus, at last turning around and hitting the floor with his behind. His gun laid in his hand still and smacked against the metal while his free hand was now focused on his wound which was now leaking small levels of blood over his chest and arm. At least he has a chance to rest now.

Nagi felt relieved at the loss of her tiny attackers, but she was still in shock.
"These aren't zombies..." She muttered.
She spun around, grabbing her gun, as another Slasher closed in on her.
She fired at the monster, chopping it into pieces as she screamed in a mix of terror and rage.
She just kept shooting at all of the monsters, until she was about to shoot Thanos, at which point she stopped, breathing heavily, and fainted on the bloody deck, all of the Necromorphs in the hallway butchered and chopped into smoldering hunks of meat.

Thanos lumbered over to his rifle, reloaded his pistols, holstered them, then picked up the rifle. He then walked over to the girl, who had fainted just seconds ago. Slinging the rifle on his back, Thanos picked her up and carried her on his left shoulder. He drew his right pistol, in case they were attacked again. He made his way back to the medical deck, hoping someone was there by now.
Someone human.
He trudged along, being careful not to attract the attention of and piss off any monsters. Slowly he crept, keeping his eyes peeled for any attackers. He was back in the ICU deck, on the blood covered hallway. Only, there was something different: the limbs he had seen here were now gone. Had the monsters eaten them? He didn't know. But he didn't want to know. He kept going, not thinking about that kind of horror.
Thanos saw, up ahead, three doors in a wide room. They seemed to lead to different areas of the medical deck. The signs on the doors, reading left to right, all said: Zero-G Therapy, Imaging and Diagnostics, and Morgue.
To Thanos' displeasure, the locks on the doors to the Zero-G Therapy and I&D rooms were busted. That left the only pathway out to be through the morgue. He hated that idea. But, taking his gun into his left hand and placing his right on the scanner, he watched the door open.
Taking the gun back into his right hand, he raised his weapon and entered the room. It was a dark and creepy place, and he didn't want to be there. He just hoped nothing bad would happen while he was here.

Luai had been polishing his Armour, while watching a movie called 'Aliens' his body was muscled, and bore many scars,
and had ash-black skin, a slight allergic reaction, to a genetic enhancement.
He had heard a clash, not even noticing some-thing rising it's claws behind him, he had thought it was the movie.
it had attempted to decapitate him, it nearly did to, it caught him by his hair, sending tufts of hair billowing in the air.
"Son of a-" before he could finish his sentence.
The thing was charging at him, raising it's scythe like upper arms at him like a scorpion.
Luai knew how to counter this.
He ducked, grabbing it's appendages, pulling them down, and stabbing them into it's head, sending bits of brain and blood across the wall.
The thing screamed, as he shoved them into deeper inside it's head. kicking it in the crotch, and then headbutting it's chest. sending blood and gore all over him.
he rubbed himself down with a singlet.
"Jesus" he thought aloud.
he quickly grabbed his Armour, pulling the back piece onto him, it's jet black piping inserting themselves into the implants in his back.
"aah" Luai sighed in pain. It always hurt when it initialized.
He put on the rest of Armour, It clicked into place, the helmet sliding on.
There was a sharp jolt of pain in Lua's head, as the Armour initialized itself with his brain, and eyes.
Leaving a red HUD, and targeting sensor inside his left eyeball.
His Power fist armored hand, crackled with electricity, and he picked up his storm-bolter. loading in a clip.


"Time to fuck-somebody up" he thought.
As he merged from the room.

Thanos heard a crackle in his helmet's radio. "What the fuck? How did they get my frequency?", he thought.
"We need *crackle* support. Are there *crackle* -vors? Please, I *crackle* -ssistance!" Thanos stopped. This sounded really bad. Keeping his gun held tight, he made his way through the morgue. Most of the dead bodies were placed inside the refrigerators, although there were several on stretchers, presumably recent victims, with cloth sheets over them. "Poor bastards. Couldn't handle themselves I guess", Thanos thought. He crept his way through, making as little noise as possible.
He heard a loud thud from above. He looked up.
THere was nothing directly above him. But he could hear a series of thuds coming from the ceiling. Thud. Thud. Thud. They sounded over and over. Something was up there, that was obvious.
"It couldn't be....."
Thud. It came from behind the ventilation grate. Thanos saw, to his horror, a sharp object piercing through the metal grating. It wasn't the blade of a Slasher. It looked more like a mosquito's proboscis. After weakening the vent, the monster burst through. The thing that came out was horrid: a headless bat-like appearance, with talons on it's skin-covered wings. The thing looked at Thanos, then around the room. It seemed to set it's vision on the dead bodies.
It jumped onto one.
Thanos saw, in his disgust, the monster eject it's proboscis and drive it into the corpse's skull. Thanos heard a sickening crack of the dead man's skull as the creature's proboscis drilled into it. At first, Thanos thought the monster was eating the corpse's brains, sucking it through it's probe. However, he saw fluids exiting from the monster's proboscis, going into the skull.
Thanos was too horrified to move at first, but eventually raised his gun and fired.
He missed.
The gunshot alarmed the creature, who jumped and squirmed back into the vent and escaped. Thanos looked at the hole in the wall, still shocked by the appearance of the creature. But, while he wasn't looking, the corpse the Necromorph had injected sat up.
The loud noise of bones cracking and flesh ripping apart sounded as the corpse's appearance began to distort. His jaw was becoming more elongated, growing fangs withing his mouth. Out of his spine, two blade appendages emerged.
He let out a blood-curtling screech, which made Thanos' heart race. The mercenary turned, and looked at the evil, angry face of the undead creature.
He raised his pistol and fired.

Nagi dreamed of her childhood home back in beautiful Hokkaido, where the grass was green, the sun was warm, the snow was white, and everything seemed to hve something beautiful about them.
But then she heard noises, and she found herself no longer a little girl in a kimono riding on her father's back at a festval, but a RIG-suited engineer on the back of a mercenary, who was being atatcked by a mutated version of the Slashers from before.
She raised her rivet gun, and fired at the same time as Thanos, one shot entering the chest, the other blowing off the brain.

A shot had come from right next to Thanos' head: the girl was awake. "Welcome back from the dead!" Thanos yelled.
The monster, who had half a head missing, dropped to the ground. Thanos let out a sigh of relief.
"Ehem".
He then realized he was still carrying her on his shoulder. "Oh", he said, letting her down. "That was a nice move", Thanos commented. He reloaded his pistol. He didn't have very much ammo for them. He couldn't carry it all. He holstered it and slung his rifle back around. He checked the ammo. Not much for it left either.
He looked at the girl. "I never got your name", he siad. "I'm Thanos. And you?" It seemed she was about to answer, but Thanos was knocked on the ground, Slasher baring down on his. He was able to land on his back, his rifle between him and his attacker. The monster kept pressing down on Thanos, making him push back. The Slasher got in Thanos' face, drool dripping from it's fang-infested mouth. It raised one of it's bladed arms and brought it down, just barely missing Thanos' face.
He looked at the girl. "Shoot it! Rip it's fucking arms off, it's the only way!" he shouted. He kept fighting back with the creature.
It brought it's arm up again. This time, Thanos knew the monster wasn't going to miss.

Nagi rolled as Thanos was knocked to the ground. She collided with a wall, grunting in pain as she did so, but quickly righted herself.
"The name's Nagi Natama."
She destroyed the creature's arms, just barely missing Thanos.

Stormed down the corridor, loud clinks of metal-upon-steel from his boots.
Radio frequency's buzzing around his HUD.
He stormed into the morgue ripping the door off with his Power-fist. He didn't care for slow opening doors.
The door smashed onto the floor.

A sight welcomed him.

It was a slasher.
Luai was the first to move. Charging up, and bringing his power-fist upon it's head. Crushing it under 10 tons of crushing steel.
Bits of brain, blood and skull, slime and gore fell out of his grip.
"Fucking weak shit.."
He continued on, coming across the scene of the people called Thanos, and Nagi
He saw the blood of the wound on the slasher, and it crumpling to the ground.
Then he remembered the thing behind him, he had just destroyed the head.
"Shoot it! Rip it's fucking arms off, it's the only way!" he heard yelling though his filtered helmet.
He mumbled fuck, but it came out of his helmet as "FUCK!" amplified to extremes, and a very robotic sounding voice.
Just as the slasher came charging up-behind him, leaping onto his back.
it slashed right into his backpack. Shredding though energy shield, and the armour.
"Get the fuck off.. I'm not your fucking mother"
he retorted in rage, jumping up, it still gripped onto him, he rammed his back against the wall.
"The name's Nagi Natama." he heard again.
he shrugged off the recoil, the slasher got up again, he spun around flicking his Storm-bolter, unleashing a hail of bullets. 100caliber bullets.
They shredded though the arms, flinging bits of muscle, and flesh onto the wall.
"Hahahahah" boomed out of Laui's helmet he was laughing hysterically.
"Fucking meat-bag."
he laughed some-more then abruptly stopping.
His black Armour shining in the light, bolter smoking, and shield slowly reforming it-self.
He threw his bolters clip onto the floor.
and shoved in another clip.
He turned towards them, his HUD flashing identifying the humans as.. Allies.

Nagi saw the strange man enter the room, and quickly ran over to the door he just came through. She pressed on what looked like a normal wall section, until it popped of to reveal a circuitboard. she fiddled around with it until the doors to the room closed.
She then sighed a breath of relief, and turned back to the other two, her gun pointed at the new guy's head.
"Alright. I now realize that I don't recognize both of you, so tell me why you're on this ship, and why I can trust you. Rambo here goes first."

"Alright. I now realize that I don't recognize both of you, so tell me why you're on this ship, and why I can trust you. Rambo here goes first." he heard though his filter.
Luai's helmet hissed open, bits of plate, folding off, and gas hissed out of the newly opened helmet.
"I am Sgt.Luai" he stated simple, his ash black skin, and green eyes baring down on the girl.
It would be a feat, if she wasn't freaked out by his skin colour.
"Get the fucking, gun out of my face to." he stated again.
"Mind, telling me what the FUCK is going on here, to?" he was swearing heavily.
his power-fist crackling haywire electricity.
"And, Why exactly are you pointing a gun in my face?" "I ain't a 'fucken freak".

"Well, besides the fact that I saved you from being eaten in your sleep, I can't think of a reason for you to trust me", Thanos said, annoyed that Nagi would even ask that.
"My name is Thanos Greely, by the way. I'm a mercenary hired to escort the crew to planet Atehena, which, I must say, didn't go so well. But that isn't important. What we need to do now is stop pointing guns at each other", he looked at Nagi, "Find survivors and get the hell of of this fuckin' ship".
He looked at the guy who introduced himself as Luai. "As long as none of us turn into one of those things, I don't see a reason not to trust each other as far as we can". Thanos gripped his rifle tightly. "Are we ready to go now?" he asked the two.