Style Kella
The Lonely Wind
The day started and ran through as any other in Sanctum, the waters around it were gently thudding against the outer walls. The constant clang of metal and churning of water was a white noise for the near one thousand people in the construct. People moved about, cleaning, prepping, researching, and chatting as their work began and ended; both on the Marker and keeping the place afloat. As midday on the planet Salacia began the next round of prayer began in the chapel near the center of the station, that was where the Marker was found some decades ago, its new home in the lower halls of the labs. A good chunk of the population flooded the chapel as they always did, three times a day nearly. This cell of Unitologists was a bit more fanatic and obsessed with their Marker and Aldman than others, but they stayed in their lane and did their work. Through the decades the station has seen few issues, a couple scares and damages here and there, a good couple dozen fatal accidents, but nothing that wasn't set aside for the brilliance pf Sanctum.
Liz Reynolds was busy checking things off on her holo-screen as she began her day. She checked the diagnostics of the pressure valves first and then went through the other life systems. She was in charge of making sure systems ran and errors were resolved quickly. In all her time in the base she seen only a handful of issues and system resets, the engineers worked hard to make sure things didn't mess up. The work was tedious, but she enjoyed the stroll, seeing people relax between shifts.
Nothing would have prepared anyone for the events to come, Liz especially as she was just barely making her rounds when alarms began to ring throughout Sanctum's halls. Screams followed next, along with odd scrapes and crunches depending on where you were. If you were close enough to see, and lucky enough to get away, people were changing and attacking one another. Mutations formed and those people grew knives from their hands and extra limbs, blood and flesh coating the walls as their bodies were molded into something sinister. Organs and bones littered the halls as the unaffected were torn to pieces, everyone was in a mad dash somewhere. Scientists were being led by facility guards, civilians were flooding the work halls, everyone was going everywhere.
Liz Reynolds was busy checking things off on her holo-screen as she began her day. She checked the diagnostics of the pressure valves first and then went through the other life systems. She was in charge of making sure systems ran and errors were resolved quickly. In all her time in the base she seen only a handful of issues and system resets, the engineers worked hard to make sure things didn't mess up. The work was tedious, but she enjoyed the stroll, seeing people relax between shifts.
Nothing would have prepared anyone for the events to come, Liz especially as she was just barely making her rounds when alarms began to ring throughout Sanctum's halls. Screams followed next, along with odd scrapes and crunches depending on where you were. If you were close enough to see, and lucky enough to get away, people were changing and attacking one another. Mutations formed and those people grew knives from their hands and extra limbs, blood and flesh coating the walls as their bodies were molded into something sinister. Organs and bones littered the halls as the unaffected were torn to pieces, everyone was in a mad dash somewhere. Scientists were being led by facility guards, civilians were flooding the work halls, everyone was going everywhere.