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Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

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.
 
It was a normal day for Nick. He awoke to the chime of his RIG followed by his heavy metal alarm going off. "Wake up," screamed the vocalist of the song. Nick groaned and rolled out of his bunk begrudgingly. He stayed up a bit later than he should have the night before working on some schematics for improvements to his typical arsenal of tools and was regretting the choice as he went about his morning routine.

He emerged from his room and stretched once more, yawning a bit and hopefully ridding the sleep from his body before he made his way to the rec room to grab an energy drink and scroll through his list of maintenance duties for the day. "Eliza Reynolds," he said to himself sarcastically. He'd read that name for the better part of three years and only knew her face through her somewhat blue hued digital ID. During his time performing her maintenance orders he can't recall actually meeting her once and only speaking to her briefly a handful of times over RIG, none of which were recent.

He huffed a bit as he finished the drink, crunching the can and tossing it into recycling before heading towards the engineering bay. As he drifted further from the populace to the more isolated halls of engineering he could hear it again, that damned scratching and rustling in the walls and vents. He never could see anything when he gave a glance, but he could always hear it and had been for at least two weeks now. It gave him the creeps and he always felt like someone or, even more disturbingly, some-/thing/ was watching him. He and the rest of his engineering crew had made reports of the sounds but they largely went unnoticed with a bullshit reply from admin, Eliza Reynolds.

Nick was getting his toolbelt on when his RIG, along with the rest of his friends RIGs, went off. Someone had just flatlined, their ID tag and RIG status in red. Then another flatlined. And another. /And another./ "What the fuck," he asked himself, hoping to God it was just a system bug and not true as he made a group call to Security, Admin and Communications to see what the Hell was going on. As the call was connecting that scratching from the halls starting to near the engineering bay and was menacing and louder than ever before.
 
Liz made her way down a few halls, they had cleared for now, but plenty of noise could still be heard. Then her RIG began to ding over and over as a group call was forming. She opened the blimp, the urging red flatlines of people in Engineering, the labs, and residential flashing before her. Those beeps had been snuffed out from the intial chaos, now that ot was an image... Dozens of people were dead and proceeding to drop. Her eyes flicked from screen to screen as she tried to settle her RIG before properly answering the call, it was Nicholas Peters, one of the engineers. She had read his name at the top of progress and finish reports on repairs, she wasn't too sure on his standing, but he did handle a lot of the work she sent down.

As soon as she entered the call and saw Nicholas as well as one of the security members she got her confidence and began giving order. "There's no time to explain, not that I have the details myself. Comms, run evac procedures and try to get a signal out." She spoke out, the few others from Admin and Security joining as she did. "I need security teams to sweep floors and focus on evacuation. People are flatlining all across the station! Peters, how is Engineering deck?" She was barely a voice of authority but none of the head admins had picked up the call yet and she doubted any of them would. They had a knack for focusing on themselves and having a good time before they bothered to fix things. What was going on that would be causing this? She tapped away at keys as she walked and focused on the call, her feet taking her towards Communications first, she had to get an alert and instructions out since they had yet to air.

Her diagnostics tests checked the system several times, this wasn't some freak error or an outside attack. This planet isn't public news, but it is far from private. It's a fairly new colony of sorts and any Unitologist knows of every Marker found, someone has to know about this place. Regardless, the situation at hand called for action and quick, but Liz knew they barely had the staff to accommodate a station wide escape.
 
Nick's attention flashed back and forth between the screen and the surrounding area to see if he could see, well, /anything/ that could be making those awful scratches and... is that growling?

"Eliza," he said with some mild panic now in his voice as his mental state began to waiver. "Remember all those reports of strange noises in engineering," he asked with urgency, now turning somewhat into anger as he continued the statement. "Well can you hear this shit," he shouted. "It sounds like a wild pack of animals is in the--"

He is cut off by a loud crash of metal, a wall vent at the far end of the room bursting open as an eldrich abomination crawled out and plopped to the floor. It stood around six feet tall and looked like it used to be a person but had been horribly disfigured and had razor sharp bone swords jutting out from limbs sprouting from its back. The sight was a true terror and his fearful expression was captured in HD over his RIG, but the other occupants of the call could not see what he was seeing.

"What the fuck is that thing," he exclaimed as the creature started towards him, slowly at first and then at full sprint. More vents began bursting all over engineering followed by the shrieks and screams of terror of the men and women in the bay. Nick ran for his tool kit and grabbed a plasma cutter, cranking past all the safeties and aiming it at the creature. He dumped the mag, the rounds peppering the torso of this monster which only seemed to be slowed down and pissed off with each shot.

"What the fuck," he shouted as he loaded another mag and began firing again, managing to blast the head off the creature, but the damn thing just kept coming. Now headless, it blindly and furiously chopped and slashed ahead as Nick fired the rest of the rounds and looked around. "Screw this, I'm outta here," he grunted, running for the tool shed to better arm himself while he had a moment to breathe.
 
"Hear what? And those reports were- Peteres, what is happening?!" Liz called out over the increasing noise and static from his end. Though, faintly she could hear the scratching and grinding of something shark against metal. The reports he brought up were all looked into and nothing was ever found. Though, they did list other incidents of odd feelings from the workers and terrible smells. She rubbed her head in confusion as she watched Nick's face change from confusion to terror, the loud blast of a tool and vents bursting filled the hall and the front office of communications as she burst in.

"Nick, get away! Run, security should be on its way! Run for the upper floors." She nearly screamed before the connection was cut. "What the fuck? Fuck!" She snapped in anger as she opened the doors to the broadcasting room, the sight stopped her in her tracks. The room was covered nearly every inch in blood, the smell of iron and meat filled the air. She nearly gaged at the4 smell, but worst of all was the sounds of chewing and bones breaking from the other side of the desk. "Who's back there? What happened here?" She asked, her voice firm but starting to crack. What sick fuck puts blood all over and how?

She crept around the desk, her head poking around one side. There laid one of the comms officers, her chest ripped open with someone kneeling in front of her pulling chunks from the cavity. Liz clasped her hand over her mouth to stop a scream as she backed up, knocking a small chair over. The clattering sound alerted the kneeling figure, it turned t face Liz, its mouth barely human. It was split, torn maybe? It was unnaturally open with large, razor sharp canines. It stood, slouched as its arms went above its head. The undead abomination sporting large blades from its palms and small hands at its side. There was little she could besides run and that's what she did, quickly getting ip before the beast moved. She just barely got to the door and closed it before one of the blades chopped through the thin metal, slicing down and cutting her shoulder a bit. "Shit!" She stepped away and didn't think twice before leaving for security.
 
The... /thing/ Nick incapacitated was still blindly attacking as he entered and locked the tool shed, glancing back and forth between the tools and the security monitor as he grabbed several energy cells for his plasma cutter and a heavy rivet gun with rivets to boot. He stuffed the rounds and rivet gun into a duffel bag, shouldered it and high tailed it out of there, replaying Reynolds' words in his head while thinking, "I need a goddamn suit for this shit!"
He kept his plasma cutter at the ready, rushing past the blind beast in his way and trying to ignore the energy blasts and screaming of his friends amidst the sounds of visceral carnage.

"Okay, upper floors, upper floors," he repeated to himself as he ran, trying to keep calm as he came across more viscera and creatures preoccupied with eating people that were alive just this morning. There was another engineering deck two floors up that had heavier tools and engineering suits for work in harsh environments and that's exactly what he needed. He tried to link back up with Eliza as he made it to an elevator but he couldn't get through, meaning she was either dead or busy running for her life. He hoped for the latter.

The elevator opened as it stopped on the floor he needed to reach and he carefully peeked out, weapon drawn, before advancing quietly and carefully towards engineering. As he walked he wondered just how bad things really were and what the hell these thing a were. Aliens? Zombies? Zombie aliens? Mutants? His head spun and a migraine started to throb at the front of his brain as strange symbols briefly flashed before his eyes for maybe a fraction of a second.
"The hell was all that about," he grumbled quietly to himself as he focused in his survival.
 
Liz's next goal was to find something to wrap her shoulder with. She walked the halls, the loud banging from communications slowly getting quieter, meaning that...thing...either broke free or she was somehow far enough that it didn't matter. "Shit... the instructions..." In her panic she never made sure the audio recording played. That meant people were running around blind. Glancing around, it seems most of the carnage was either below her or on the other side of her floor. That scratching noise, though, that was back and it almost seemed to follow her. "Come on, I need somewhere..." A few feet ahead was Admin, that would have something.

Inside the office area was a mess; papers and desks knocked over from everyone running out, lights blinking barely illuminated half the cubicals, and it was eerily quiet. Slowly she made her way through, stopping at one of the closed off offices. She tested the lock and surprisingly the door slid open and the room was bare. A moment of relief but that didnt mean she could stop. She quickly pulled up her RIG and began to type out a station wide instruction along with an audio recording. In short, it listed where to go and the best routes as well as a lift on any weapons. She didn't have that authority either, but if no one else would take charge.. "Listen....anyone who can hear this, stay safe. Run if you can, these...monsters aren't worth fighting back. The uppper floors seem to be clear, or less hostile, I'll try to keep everyone posted." With that she sent the report to any RIG that would respond and pick it up.

Outside the office a loud crash could be heard, the sound of a vent bursting open. something else dropped down and began moving around the cubicles. She quietly tried to call Nicholas back up or security, she didn't know much about fighting and she doubted she could do much against one of those things. "Please...pick up. I know you aren't dead, come on." Being afraid was something she tried not to do, or at least show, but this was a living nightmare.
 
Nick kept his guard up but the floor seemed mostly empty. There weren't really any signs of attack here so he imagined the inhabitants of the floor made a mad dash for safety upon the sudden deaths lighting up all the RIGs earlier. He past medical as he walked, hesitating for a moment before entering and seeing what he could salvage that wouldn't be too cumbersome.

He scammed the room with his weapon at the ready and carefully advanced towards the storage cabinets. He sighed in relief as he found a few small medical grade bacta tanks for quick healing of minor to moderate wounds. As he was stuffing his duffel and rifling around he hear a noise behind him, whipping around and almost blowing the head off of the charge nurse.

"Christ, Jenny," he exclaimed in a hushed voice. "You scared the shit outta me!"
She apologized and stammered, shock clearly setting in as she tried her best to keep it together.
"Jenny, calm down," he tried to hush her and get her to settle. She nodded and took a few jagged breaths, exhaling softly and calming herself.
"Look, I've gotta get to Engineering and grab a suit and heavy tools. If you stick with me, we have a chance. Strength in numbers, right," he affirms with her and she nods again.
"Alright. Now, c'mon. We've gotta run," he says, taking her hand and rushing out of the infirmary. The two of them round the corner and take a few steps when Nick hears a gorey squelch and a stifled yelp. He whips around and sees Jenny looking down at a thin razor-toothed tentacle piercing through her center. A large bat-like creature crawled up her back and flicked out another tentacle from what he assumes is it's mouth and stabs it into Jenny's skull. She began twitching and flailing as the creature does... whatever the he'll it's doing... to her.
"Jesus H. Christ," Nick mutters in shock as Jenny began to transform into one of those monsters from earlier right before his eyes. He snapped free from his paralyzed trance and bolted, not wanting to stick around and draw any unnecessary attention his way.

He had a few skirmishes along the way to Engineering but managed to reach the bay with only a small scratch across his arm. He locked the door behind him in the hopes it would hold the monsters back while he armored up. As he was resupplying and determining the best weapons for the job he got Eliza's voice message, relieved that she was still alive. He needed to try and regroup with her. As far as he knew she was the only person alive who could help him and vice versa. He settled on his plasma cutter, the rivet gun and a ripper, hoping that the tools of his trade would serve him well in his fight to survive.

Setting aside his fully studded duffel, he climbed into the suit kiosk after selecting the standard engineering suit, the machine locking him in as the suit was applied. His RIG pinged with a call as he was suiting up and he answered.
 
Once Nicholas picked up the call she felt relieved that she wasn't alone. "I'm up in Admin, there doesn't seem to be a lot here but-" Her signal was fuzzing out. From outside the office she heard the thing rummaging around, breaking things and screaming. The voice was inhuman, like a gurgled yell or angry burst filled with saliva...or blood. The wound on her shoulder was still bleeding, she felt cold now from the blood loss. She scanned the room, seeing a single jacket. "Best I can do, I suppose." She knew nothing about medical care but she could wrap her shoulder, and so she did, after cutting through the sleeve with a pair of scissors. She tied it as tight as she could manage from the angle, but she would still need proper care. At that point she heard another noise, the sound of several footsteps rushing into the office and loud bursts of gunfire. Security, finally! Four men stood near the entrance of Admin.

She emerged from the office nd called out to the guards, two flashlights flicked to her. She winced from the brightness but after a few seonds they dropped. "I'm surprised anyone is alive up here, all floor guards were killed or left to find their families. Ms. Reynolds, was it?" A male voice spoke out from under the standard white helmet. Liz nodded as she crossed the room to the two guards, both armed with plasma rifles and pistols, they listened to the clearance on large weapons, good.

"We need to make our way down through the floors to check on the rest and gather who we can." She pulled up the monitor displaying life signals from RIGs, by now a few hundred had died, probably being eaten or whatever is done with the bodies. The first man nodded in agreement as he looked at his unit.

"I'm Major Smit, this is Buck, Marsh, and Oliver." He pointed to each of the men before they made their way out of Admin and to the elevators. As they came closer the walls slowly had more and more blood and now body parts littered the hall. This was most likely where it began on this floor but it was stopped or maybe not enough people were left. Major Smith clicked the elevator display but it beeped at him, "LOCKED" popped up at the door. Liz stepped up and began working on unlocking the door, pulling up her RIG and using a series of codes.

"Sir! Hostiles!" March yelled out as three rounded the corner and dashed towards the group. The men unloaded a volley onto the monsters, ripping parts from them. They shot down two but the last one jumped and dug its blades into the neck of Marsh, yanking up and taking his head clean off. A loud beep was heard as his RIG flatlined. The monster slashed at Oliver next, taking his arms off. Blood sprouted out like geysers as he fell to the floor, another loud beep. Liz was sweating as the elevator door slid open and she jumped in, Smith and Buck following. A handful of turns killed two men, and all so quickly.
 
"Eliza? Eliza," he called out as her signal faded. "Fuck," he cursed, groaning with frustration at losing her again. At least he had an idea of where to go now and it was just one floor up from him.

The kiosk opened and kicked him out, now fully decked in the black garb with copper accents he was so used to. He stretched out and better acquainted his joints and limbs to the outfit before the helmet emerged in segments and fully covered his face. The classic cyan visor lit up behind the copper bars of the mask and he brought up his RIG again, constantly trying to dial Eliza as he consolidated the contents of the duffel into his suits inventory.

He gave up after the fourth failed call and decided he'd wing it, hoping she was still in admin by the time he got there. He was moving with an air of confidence around him now, the suit surely better than nothing protecting him at all. He kept his trusty cutter ready and remained on his toes as he closed the gap to the elevator, attempting to access it only to get a *busy* ping from it. He instinctively stepped back and aimed the cutter at the doors, his finger itching to pull the trigger.
 
Liz tried a few times to get in contact with Nicholas but they failed, she sighed in annoyance and stopped. The elevator slowly descended, the quiet they knew before was now terrifying given that at any chance something could and would kill them. As the floor reached the first Engineering deck and stopped, a ding from the other side signaling someone tried using the elevator. "Someone is on the other side..." She warned the two guards who trained their rifles on the door.

Tension was thick as the door slid open and in front of them stood a figure, the dark hallway behind it shadowed most of them besides the light sea green color from the mask lights and the lines from the plasma cutter trained on Liz. "Ah!" She ducked quickly, her hands covering her head.
"Get up, Ms. Reynolds, it's just an engineer." Major Smith spoke up as he lowered his rifle.
"Peters?!" She asked as she shot up, thankful to see him. She didn't think they would meet up so soon and so easily. n
 
Relief rushed over Nick as he let out a heavy sigh, dropping his aim and relaxing somewhat.

"Yeah, it's me," he called back, his voice now sounding slightly robotic due to the suits integrated mic and speaker. "Got your message and was rushing to Admin. Looks like we met half way," he chuckled slightly before eying the two security officers.

"Name's Nick," he offered as he stared into the aggressive appearing eyelets of the all white mask on the one who spoke before.

"Major Smith," he replied before gesturing towards his comrade. "That's Buck." Smith cocked his head as he looked at the plasma cutter then chuckled a bit. "That thing actually working," he asked a bit condescendingly.

Nick rolled his eyes behind his mask. He knew the likes of Smith and never much cared for them. He was hoping Smith would prove to be different in time so he reserved his judgement of him, for now. He had little choice after all. He needed all the help he could get and couldn't really afford to not trust Smith or buck.

Nick gave a little shake of his wrist and rotated the cuff of the cutter, changing its orientation. "It works it a pinch," he said, suddenly remembering details from his initial escape and then the infirmary incident.

"Before we discuss our gameplan, I have some intel about these things. But, first, what do you guys know?"
 
Liz pulled up a holo-map from her RIG that displayed the different sections of Sanctum. A few places were highlighted red, she pointed to them. "These seemed to be the areas where they met the most casualties, so they came in groups. I also know that they take a lot more than normal means to take down, camera footage showed its head is not the weak point." Sections of ducts and between walls were glowing yellow next. "Somehow they are able to travel between the walls and inside vents, meaning they can get in almost any room or hall." She looked betwem the three men before her.

Buck nodded as he rested on the wall, watching the hallway behind Nick. "Their weapons seem to consist of sharp bones and teeth, they're quicker than they appear, too." He offered up before Major Smith and the engineer took their turns.
 
"Yeah, I know about the bone... things... and the head," Nick said before getting closer to the group, suddenly feeling exposed the few feet away he was from them. His helmet retracted as he neared and continued to speak. "Body shots are useless too, at least with my cutter. But maybe," he paused briefly he thought. "I dunno, we could figure that out later. But there is one other thing... these things... they're people, or at least they were before they changed," he trailed off.

Smith scoffed a bit. "What they hell are you talking about? Have you seen those damn things," he condescended.

Nick brushed him off and continued. "Look, this sounds crazy, but I know what I saw. I went to medical to grab supplies and bumped into the charge nurse. We tried to make a run for Engineering when she was attacked by this... I don't know, it looked like a fucking bat made of leftover roadkill. It stabbed a tentacle into her head and started sucking the life out of her. At least I thought that's what was happening, but the next thing I knew she was transforming into one of those sword armed bastard's right in front of me!"
 
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"I can second that claim, Major, I was in Communications and I saw one of the staff members eating the other... Except...i-it wasn't the same man, they were turned or mutated." Liz was unsure of what she saw, she was unsure of a lot of things over the last few hours. Those scratching sounds and the groans, who know how real any of it was.

"All that aside, it doesn't matter who they were, they're monsters and trying to kill us." Buck chimed in, shaking his head. "Continue on, Major, let them know how we keep blowing through them."
 
As much as he hated to admit it, Nick agreed, his helmet reforming to protect his head as he produced another weapon, his rivet gun. He looked it over carefully, holstering his cutter before loading it and racking a rivet into the chamber.
"Take this," he said to Eliza, handing the weapon over. "It fires a bit like a pistol and should be easy to handle."

He then noticed for the first time the condition of her arm, the blood soaking through her make shift field dressing. He grabbed a bacta tank and handed it over as well. "Spray that on your wound. It should seal up and dull the pain, but you'll need a protective suit soon," he recommended before turning his attention back to the Major.
"What's the plan of action?"
 
"Oh, thank you..." Liz took the weapon and bacta fluid, she had honestly forgotten about her wound, the pain had been numbed by adrenaline. She removed the shirt and applied the gel as Smith spoke.

Major Smith checked his own clip to make sure it was full, he had upgraded his weapon prior to any of this. He was bolstering 100 rounds and had quite a bit to spare. "First thing is first, we need to secure an escape route. Then we'll round up as many people as we can and head there. As for what we know, these suckers are weak at their joints, and dismemberment seems to work a hell of a lot quicker than priority targets. Aim for the knees first to slow them down or the elbows to disarm them-literally." Smith's helmet unfolded to reveal his square, near caramel skin. Several scared decorated his cheeks. " He looked over at Liz who had finished her treatement and was looking over the rivet gun.

"The best escape route would be the subs docked above and below the ship, at max it could save 600 people, but we barely have that left on the station." The pictures of all the flatlined people flashing in her head for a moment, screaming in agony. She shook the image from her head, an odd pain settling in. "I uh...could prep them from any main terminal, there should be one in any of the engineering bays."
 
Nick nodded as he checked his own weapon, racking a round of plasma and taking in everything mentally. This was for real. Not a fever dream or some rabid hallucination. It was do or die now and he knew that any one of them could fall at any point.

"Let's secure that even route, sir," he spoke to Smith, noting his rank with his tone and vernacular out of respect. He still didn't have enough info to judge his character, but he wasn't gonna be an ass about it now.
 
"Ms. Reynolds," Major Smith motioned back to the technician. "I believe she has the capabilities." At that moment the whole station began to shake, the screech of metal could be heard as a robotic voice played over the intercom. Liz fell to her side, bumping into Nick before she hit the wall. The stationed stabilized as the message played.

"NOTICE TO ALL EMPLOYEES, THE WEST WING IS TAKING ON WATER! HALLS ARE BEING CLOSED TO PREVENT FURTHER SPREAD!" Liz sighed, her hands clasping over her face, that was the last thing they alll needed. She pilled up her map, seeing the halls a few turns over were closed now. "Bays 1 through 4 are out, that whole side has been sectioned off by the on flow of water. This way!" She began walking, Buck ran ahead to take point, Smith just behind him.

"What the hell could have made this whole station shake like that? Or burst through the walls! Aren't they supposed to be sturdy, Peters?" Major Smith complained, his rifle posed ahead and slightly to the left of Buck.
 
Nick fell in back, keeping on a swivel as they formed up around Eliza. He had no military experience, but he had clocked several hundred hours in virtual mil-sim games since he was a kid so he knew how to act the part of a soldier.

"Whatever did that had to be big, really fucking big," he replied as they moved. "Nothing short of a large sub grinding against the walls and supports is capable of that. And yeah, the walls /are/ sturdy. I do maintenance on potential weakpoints at least three times a week. I've never seen anything in the water big enough to do anything like this..."

This troubled him. Just what the hell is lurking outside the walls of Sanctum... And what the hell could have gotten in?
 
Liz couldn't think of any animal on this planet that large, sure the sea held various fish and some large predators, but nothing ever came up that large. Most scans of the waters and search parties found nothing bigger than a hammer-head shark. Though, a large majority of Salcia was unexplored. Liz pushed those concerns from her mind and focused on keeping close to either Smith or Nick, most her preference falling on Nick since he made it this far alone and Smith lost two men in one encounter, clearly Peters was doing something right.

They were nearing bay 5, the closest unflooded bay. Buck stopped short of the door, holding his fist up to signal the group to stop. He took another step forward to lean his ear on the door to get a listen. From the sounds of it the bay was quiet, a little too quiet... "I'll pop inside." Buck tapped the "OPEN" sign and stepped inside, it was a shithole. Blood covered most parts and equipment, a handful of bodies littered the floor or were slumped against the walls and in various conditions. Some in pieces, others mostly in tact. But, no monsters. "All clear!' He called out and waited for the others to get in.

Once inside Liz made her way straight to the main terminal in the center of the bay, stationed between two subs being fixed. She ignored the mess, if she had come down here any other time she would have had some report or another pile or repairs, now, she just hoped she could find a route. She typed away at the popups, swiping pass errors and warnings, trying to get a full scan of the station and the subs.
 
Nick didn't like the look of things. Not one thing about any if this made any sense to him and that deeply troubled him. No, it outright pissed him off. What the fuck caused all of this? How did such an incursion kick off and how did this infection spread so quickly. He was seething on the inside and did his best to keep a level head, but this whole thing just rubbed him raw. Smith and Buck had point, keeping a lookout on the door and vents while Peters worked. Nick did a bit of a scan of his own with his RIG and located various points of interest for them, highlighting them on his map and sharing it with the group. They were mostly tactical stops on possible routes, such as medical stations, security armory, engineering on all floors, etc. Stopping when possible at any of these points could prove valuable, but only time would tell.
 
Smith looked through the points Peters highlighted and nodded. "I like what you're thinking, Peters. The armory though is already tapped, we could definitely get ammo. I know the shop right there has a surplus of meds and ammo, too."

"Can't you work faster, lady." Buck asked Liz, he was getting antsy and it was obvious. He kept checking vents and his ammo, as well as tapping his foot. Every second in this underwater coffin he hated.

"Major, control your soldier or tell him to piss off." Liz mumbled as she finished prepping the subs, she smiled for a moement until a large red error sign popped up. She tried it again but with the same result. A diagnostics test revealed that the subs power cells were damaged, meaning they would only run on gas or solid fuel. "Someone or something fucked the power cells for the subs and I doubt a single one has enough gas to travel up top. We either find more fuel or we get the cells working. As for the path," she set all their RIGs with the shortest path anf most RIG signals. "That should secure us a few more people. I can't do it from here but I can send an S.O.S. to the closest star base, or anyone really." They needed help and when she was attacked she didnt have the chance to do so earlier.
 
Nick had been thinking while Eliza worked. He almost didn't realize he was complimented by Smith or that Buck was getting antsier by the second. Something had really, /really/ bothered him. Namely, how were there so many of those things so fast. If it were an attack from just one or two it wouldn't have been as bad, but this was nearly catastrophic. It was a calculated assault and they were nearly helpless. Then it hit him.

"Reynolds," he asked flatly. "What's the protocol for handling of the deceased," he finished the question as he brought up the morgue in his RIG and began to do some digging. This could explain everything, but he needed proof before he spoke out and sounded like a lunatic again. He really didn't feel like being the butt if a joke, especially under these conditions.
 

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