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February 23, 2514 - Novus IV - Omicron Station

//POWER SYSTEMS DAMAGED ATTEMPTING AUTOMATED REPAIR//
//LIFE SUPPORT MALFUNCTION//
//MULTIPLE SYSTEMS OFFLINE//
//COMMUNICATIONS OFFLINE//
//PLEASE CONTACT AN ENGINEER//


The alarms and automated messages had finally stopped, but the lights were out and the cold was seeping in. The power must be out. The emergency lights were off too, which meant that something was seriously wrong with the station. Any attempts at long-ranged communications were met with a haunting silence, either everyone was dead, comms were down, or maybe even both. Those things finally stopped banging on the doors as well, but maybe they had just found another way in.

What were they? They looked like humans, if said humans had been dropped off of a skyscraper. Their screams were ear shattering echoes that sounded like nails on a chalkboard and their eyes were empty but lit by a horrible glow. They had rushed out of the vents ripped everyone to bits, some were lucky enough to get away. Those who survived managed to get to safety were either locked in rooms, hiding under debris, or somewhere outside. It was clear that few people were still alive on Omicron Station.

Omicron Station was built in four separate pieces called Installations. Installation 01 was home to the main generator as well as the administration buildings. Installation 02 was housing, habitation, and landing pads. Installation 03 was the mining site and I-04 was for equipment repair and the communications array. The Installations had been given nicknames by the residents of Omicron Station. I-01 had taken the name Powerhouse, I-02 was called The Nest, I-03 had been named The Digsite, and I-04 was usually referred to at the Garage.

Though each of the Installations served a different purpose they all were now dark, cold, and quiet; the silence only occasionally broken by the crack of gunfire, the harrowing screams of someone’s last moments alive, and then the sound of them being torn apart. With the emergency lights out it was clear that both the main power generator located at Installation 01, as well as the backups at each of the Installations were all offline.

It only took hours for the monsters to silence the station, and they were now lurking the hallways waiting for their next kill. Those that survived were likely filled with questions.

“Was this an attack?” “What were those things?” “What caused this much damage to the station?” “Are the other Installations suffering from the same fate?”

The answer to the questions was obvious, or rather FINDING the answer was obvious. They had to go outside, they had to find someone, they had to contact Earth.

Those who survived only did so because they were quick enough to get away, quick enough to hide. They had time to grab few things, maybe a weapon and some ammunition. Some were injured but the Medical Packs were all stored at Habitation. In the end, they knew it was time to go outside and face the horror of what happened.



Virgil Casey

Virgil jumped as an electrical box sparked in the corner of the room. He’d locked himself inside a closet after grabbing a Plasma Cutter and some batteries for it. His heart was pounding and sweat dripped from his brow within his helmet, it stung his eyes. The only sounds in the room were his panting, his heartbeat, and the distant echoes through the building. He’d been in here for hours, originally locking himself inside when those monsters flooded the room.

“Okay, okay. I need a plan, something.” Virgil paced through the room, which was arguably too small to pace in. As the adrenaline finally began to wear off, the feeling that could only be described as “oh shit” began to settle within his mind. The conspiracies that he’d followed and gone crazy because of were now no longer conspiracies, they had become a horrible reality that Virgil no longer wanted.

“Can anyone hear me? Is anyone alive?” Broadcasting on all communications channels, Virgil was met with silence. Assuming everyone was dead, he reached the conclusion that he too would be dead if he couldn’t find a way off the frozen planet.



Virgil released the lock on the metal door and it slid open with a pneumatic hiss. The lights from his helmet revealed the horror and he recoiled in shock. There were limbs everywhere, blood was splattered on nearly every surface, and the room was in ruins. There had been twenty people in this room merely hours ago, but now there were only body parts.

Though he couldn’t see them, Virgil was sure his knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the Plasma Cutter. He remembered the names of the books that he’d read about these monsters, but he couldn’t remember what they said. Fear pushed everything out of his mind, except for one sentence.

“Cut off their limbs.”

A sentence that was scratched into the back of his brain, he couldn’t never forget the most important message. It was written on his RIG, on his bunk, even on his tool kit which had gone missing in when the Necromorphs attacked. Virgil knew that he needed to get to Installation 1, from there he could run a diagnostic on the entire station.

“If anyone can hear me, my name is Virgil. RIG Number 071 dash 427. I’m on my way to the Powerhouse. If you’re alive, get there. Our chances of not dying are much higher if we stick together.” Virgil broadcasted another message on all channels. Though communications was down, RIGs were equipped with short-range transmitters and receivers and if anyone was nearby they’d likely be able to hear at least a little bit of his message. He didn't expect anyone to listen to his message, but it was worth a shot.



After taking a deep breath, Virgil stepped outside into the cold and began his trek to Installation 1. Usually they’d use ships or transports to get around, but with the power and comms offline there was no way to locate a vehicle. He wasn’t even sure if there were any vehicles left working. When the outbreak began, people did whatever they could to survive, but Necromorphs are relentless. Those who got into vehicles were either swarmed, or destroyed.

Even through his RIG, Virgil could feel the cold wind whipping against him. He silently hoped that there were no storms brewing, but without being at Installation 1 he had no way to tell. The occasional burst of gunfire startled him and he would raise his weapon only to be met with the howl of the wind, his destination was only a few kilometers away but Virgil was unsure if he would make it there alive and in one piece.[/hr]
 
The plasma saw buzzed through the air as the engineer took out the limbs of those... those things. This had been one hell of a day. First the miners had accidentally set off a series of mines outside of the administration center, which required his immediate attention. Armed with a plasma saw and a plasma cutter, the engineer had to eliminate all the of the whatever-the-hell they were in all four levels of the administration building, which included having to set off a series of charges in the lower levels to eliminate a small swarm of them. When all as said and done, the engineer took to the main level before heading into the the broadcasting room. After some creative wiring took place, the array had enough power to broadcast to send one long-range broadcast across the settlement. Plugging in, the engineer deactivated his helmet, bringing the microphone to his head before speaking out.

"Attention all members of the Novus IV settlement, pay close attention, there's only enough reserve energy to broadcast this single message. This is Senior Engineer Cedric Verne, RIG number seven-one-three-aught-seven-zero-seven. All of the settlement's officials are either dead or turned into those... things that are going around the settlement. If you run across one and you can't hide, cut off their limbs. The primary power and life support is inactive, so all that's remaining is the settlement's emergency power and the tram system since that runs on solar. As far as I can tell, the security lockdown protocol in the tram stations makes them the safest place on the settlement. I'm sending each person that receives this message a security code to access the tram stations. The trams should still be on-line... everyone who can should gather in the primary tram station in the Nest. I'll be making my way over there now. Hopefully we can get the power station and the shuttle pads online and we can get off this rock. Verne out."

With a small spark coming from the console, the engineer popped his neck before activating his helmet. Making his way towards the tram, the engineer found a couple of power nodes, storing them away in order to access various parts of the generator building. Either way, Cedric soon made his way to the tram, calling it before hopping on. For the time being, he was going to take it to the primary residential station. After some time and a quick repair job, the tram was on its way. As he arrived he heard a decent amount of static, to which he replied, calling out.

"Virgil... Virgil?! It's Sev. I just took the tram over from Installation 1. Round up whoever you can and take them to the station, I'll meet you there. I'm going to go sweep my house."
 
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Her day had been relatively normal at first. She woke up in bed, alone, something that frighteningly was starting to feel normal before making herself a quick breakfast and eating it on the way to her lab. Dr. Markovich didn't mind the cold of the planet, if anything it actually reminded her of her home back on Earth.

When she arrived she was quick to work -- testing samples she had collected the day before. Though she may not have been the most effective with weaponry she helped protect the colony in the best way she could: natural disaster prevention and preparation. She spent the first few months learning the frozen world's processes and how they occurred differently from Earth: the strength of earthquakes, the frequency and intensities of snowstorms, those sort of things were her specialty but unfortunately for the geologist, her prowess could not have helped her predict what was to come.

Later that day Sonjia left her lab to follow up with P-Sec some of the concerns she had regarding the colonies' defenses against blizzards as her latest results alluded to a brewing storm. But when she first arrived at I-2, the blizzard was the least of her concerns. Creatures were running havoc throughout the installment, foul monsters who tore way at the very people she was dedicated to protecting through careful study and analysis. For a moment she stood there stunned and then in the next she was fighting for her life. Sonjia wasn't sure how many there were, in the heat of the moment it was all a blur. She fought back but many of the P-Sec officers actively went out of their way to keep her safe.

By the time the level was clear there was only her and one other P-Sec officer left standing and the others who worked to fight off the monsters were either dead or dying. Her body trembled while she heaved out one labored breath at a time. Sonjia was a damn scientist not a soldier, direct combat was not what she was trained for and because of that plenty of the men lying dead on the floor was on her head, they died protecting her. Holding her midriff carefully with one hand and one of the officer's pulse rifle in the other, she walked over to the taller woman.


"Are...are you okay?" She asked with a faint Russian accent and hint of hesitation. The RIG that the other woman had equipped told Sonjia that she was P-Sec and thus all the men lying around them were her colleagues. Sonjia closed her eyes at the horrid thought. What the hell was happening?
 
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Installation 02: the Nest
Elijah J. Delton


Elijah was up in the early morning hours going through his now common routine. Showering, drinking a mug of coffee, then promptly getting dressed and head to the Digsite. Most mornings he was generally in a good mood if things were running smoothly, but this was not one of those mornings.
Installation 03: Digsite
Elijah J. Delton

Elijah rode a tram towards the Digsite, talking with his friends as they neared the installation. A distant explosion sent the tram shaking, and for a moment Elijah thought it'd come off the railing, but as it safely pulled into the station the men aboard it collectively let out a sigh of relief. As the rest of the men went about their duties Elijah was stopped by his foreman. Garret was a good man, but a strict and rather blunt boss, yet Elijah always liked the man.
Delton, I wouldn't go to far, you and some of the others have to take the tram back to Installation 2, then over to the Administration building to go clear up the mess those explosions made.

Guessing thats what was shaking the damn tram a moment ago?

A look of embarrassment and guilt flushed through the foremans face as he rubbed the back of his head.
Errr, a certain foreman miscalculated the location of some metal ore deposit.

A sigh, chuckle, and pat on the back is all Elijah gave his foreman before grabbing his personal choice of tool to break down down rock. IM-822 Line Gun was one of his favorites, and the highest clearance tool he could get his hands on.

Elijah, Garret, and a hand full of other miners rode the tram, talking amongst themselves, setting up a game plan on how to fix the mess from the mining explosives. Garret quieted everyone everyone down and answered a call from an engineer.
Elijah recognized the name, Cedric Verne, was a skillful in his field of work, and though the two haven't officially met, Elijah did his research. Served as a shuttle pilot for a while, before serving on the ISG Nakamato.
This was about all the information Elijah could get out of the EarthGov data base without a higher access level, one he didn't yet have. If he succeeded on finding more information on Site 19, he could get those higher access levels.
Hopefully.
Installation 02: the Nest
Elijah J. Delton

As the Tram neared the docking bay at Installation Two, it slowly grinded to a halt. The lights flickered off and the only lights were provided from the faint glows of the RIGS.
I swear this stations going to shit more and more every week.
Elijah picked out Garrets gruff voice from the concerned murmurs of the crowd before he ordered everyone to gear up and hoof it the rest of the way. While the walk was rather short, it still didn't stop the men from complaining, most talking about signing a petition for better working conditions. As they neared Installation two, Elijah was one the one to manually open the door, along with two other miners holding it open so everyone could get inside safely. As he shut the door behind them, he noticed what his companions were staring at. The entire faculty seemed to be offline, and what normally was buzzing with activity, the Nest was unusually quiet. Before anyone could question it, gunfire echoed down a hallway.
Screams followed, and the miners nervously looked towards the foreman for answers, holding onto their tools tightly.
Everyone stay together, the station may be under attack.

Who the hell would attack us?
A voice called out from one of the miners, before anyone could manage an answer, they answered for themselves.
They fell from the ceilings, crawled from the ducts, and charged down the hallway, screeching as they tore into the miners. Elijah lifted up his Line Gun, firing at one of the creatures as it charged its way towards him. The pulse of energy slammed into the creatures torso, but barely slowed it.
Two large blade-like arms extended from its shoulders, its torso wore an old lab coat, and its head was horrifically disfigured. Elijah sent a second shot into the monsters head, cutting it into two halves. It fell to the ground rolling to Elijahs feet. The rest of the miners didn't fair as well.
The majority were already dead or dying from the creatures, cut into pieces by the horrific monsters. Garret called out to Elijah, where a group was semi-successfully fighting there way out of the dozen or so that attacked them.
One by one, the group was picked off as they tried to find a safe haven, and finally all that survived was the old foreman and his worker. They found shelter in an household, the owner of said home already laying dead by the door. Garret was bleeding from a deep slash through his shoulder, but Elijah was relatively alright despite the various cuts and bruises on his body, thankfully his RIG protected him from a few of the blows.


Garret tried his comm, in a desperate attempt to reach someone.To seemingly know luck, the two sat in silence accepting their fate, before static came over the intercom. The voice sounded distant, and it was clear the message was using the last of the reserve energy. Vernes message was clear enough, reach the main tram station to get outta this hell hole. He had just came from a secondary tram, the power most likely converted over to the main tram.
Lets get outta here old man, I don't plan on dying in a mining colony.
The man quietly nodded in agreement, and the two left they're safe haven. Garret took point, and as he glanced around he started to say.
All cle-
One of the creatures leaped above, cleaving a gash across the foremans chest. Elijah fired on the monster, taking one of the arms off, but as he pulled the trigger a second time, a saddening click. The monsters next claw decapitated the foreman with a quick slash, and turned its attention towards Elijah. Diving to the ground, the creatures arm sliced into the doorway he once stood at. Wrapping his hand around the monsters detached arm, he swung it like a sword, cutting through the creatures leg, bringing it to the ground. A second blow cut the monsters head off, and Elijah laid on the ground breathing heavy. Standing up, Elijah scavenged some ammo from his fallen friend, said a quick prayer, and headed out into the dark, his destination; the main tram station in the Nest.

 
"Did you hear something?" Joan asked with a frown, glancing at the ceiling of the large central room they were in. The fellow P-Sec officer she had been speaking with followed her gaze, and after a few moments of silence, shook his head slowly.

"Nothing, sorry."

"Strange, I could have sworn--"

Something came crashing through the vent on the wall, or, rather, multiple somethings. And it wasn't just that one vent, either. They were everywhere, horrifying creatures slashing through the people there and with screams that threatened to deafen anybody nearby.

There was no time to put her helmet on. The moment the first creature burst out of the wall, she drew her pulse rifle and shot it before it could reach the young woman that had just walked in. More kept pouring out, and she kept shooting, aiming and pulling the trigger almost mechanically. She and the officer she had been talking to a moment ago stood back-to-back and fought the monsters off. Then she was vaguely aware of a yell behind her, and she turned around in time to see one of the creatures pulling its...arm? Claw? Whatever it was out of the young officer's skull. Then she shot the thing, yelling something unintelligible.

At least she was able to save the woman.

They finally stopped coming, and Joan slowly lowered her pulse rifle, panting slightly. Her cheek was bleeding, and her wrist felt like something had cut it open, but she was otherwise unscathed. Those years of training had paid off. However... She looked around at the bodies on the floor and felt her blood run cold.

Whatever these things are, they're certainly no pushovers.

She turned her head to look at the younger woman, then sighed and donned her helmet.

"No, not really. But there isn't time for that. Judging by the alerts, this isn't the only place these things have hit, and there may be more, so we need to--" She was interrupted by the broadcast, and she cocked her head slightly to one side as she listened to it.

"Cut off their limbs..." she murmured before turning to look at the younger woman again. "Going to the trams and finding the other survivors is probably our best bet. How well can you use that rifle?"
 
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Installation 04:
Alarms blared confusion and hysteria roared, people pushed and shoved as others behind them were torn apart. it was just suppose to be the regular old routine. "Crap, Crap, CRAP!" Joshua yelled as he clawed his way through people to see what was happening near the only escape in his mind. "The shi-" in the midst of chaos his heart sank, his ship was being swarmed by everyone only to be greeted with claws and fangs. The stench of iron that intoxicated the air nauseated him, quickly making him gag. Struck by shock Joshua found himself standing still for a second only to be quickly brought out of it by the people pushing and shoving him to get by. "Outside!" he yelled to himself as he ran through corridors filled with people being massacred.

Through this whole experience he kept his eyes away from the carnage and kept himself focused he needed to find an exit out of the installation, and into the harsh cold climate of the planet. No way could he see himself hiding from such an event so he did what he does best and ran. He ran away, from the screams, and away from the monsters. "Why did this happen?" he would say to himself as he roamed the on going blizzard that seemed to always be happening during his visits to the planet. "It was suppose to be easy money" he said to himself shivering even with his RIG on. "I just gotta keep going, surely they can't stand the cold? Right?!" he would mutter to himself as he roamed the frozen wastes of this shitty planet.
 
Virgil Casey

Snow was beginning to stick to Virgil's suit as he trudged through the thick snow. Below the fluffy surface was harsh ice that often made traversing the land dangerous and so the trams were a much safer way to get around. In his panic, Virgil hadn't though to get to the tram systems and he didn't even know if they were operational at this point.

The whistling and whipping of the wind was broken by a brief period of calmness, a rare occurrence on Novus IV. Now that he could actually see around him, Virgil took a moment to survey the area around him. From his position, he could see Installation 1 only a kilometer or two away. The quietness was eerie, and when a message began to play through his RIG it made him jump.

"[static] Virgil?! It's Sev. I just took the tram [static]. Round up whoever you can and take them to [static] meet you there. [static]"

He recognized the voice as the Senior Engineer, Cedric. Virgil was familiar with the man as he both worked under him and on occasion worked with him on tasks that required more than one set of hands. Though things rarely broke at Omicron Station, things often went wrong which kept the small team of engineers busy.

"Sev! I-It's Virgil! I'm out between the installations, on my way to the Powerhouse! The trams won't be safe, stay away from the trams." Virgil wasn't sure that the transmission he sent would even make it. It was likely he was too far out of range, and if it did reach Cedric it would be broken and choppy.

The storm kicked up again and Virgil knew it was time to move. He wasn't very far from his destination but the worsening weather would slow his progress greatly. As he walked, a figure came into view. The figure's RIG was torn and bloodied, its movements were rash and jerky which left an uneasy feeling withing Virgil.

"Hello? Who is that?" Virgil's grip tightened around his Plasma Cutter as he called out to the figure. As it turned around, he immediately regretting calling to it. Its face was distorted, its lower jaw completely missing and its hands were replaced by long scythes. It let out a ear splitting screech as it lunged at Virgil, only missing him by a few centimeters.

Firing two shots at the Slasher, Virgil swore when they missed and the creature stood back up. He squeezed off another two shots and its left leg was torn from its torso. The creature lunged again, but because it had lost a leg it stumbled into Virgil. Stomping violently send blood in all directions and the creature screamed once more. Using his left foot to keep the creature down, Virgil fired a final two shots into the Slasher's arms. With the snow stained red, the Slasher remained motionless as Virgil stood panting. Now tired and slightly sore, the Engineer continued on toward Installation 1.

The trek was uneventful, and Virgil managed to make it before sundown. Heading inside, Virgil was met with another eerie silence. His RIG warned him that comms were still offline, signifying that something had actually damaged the array or its power source. He sighed as he checked the ammo count on his Plasma Cutter. The lobby was empty and dark, the windows barely let any light in as the storm blocked out the sun. A quick check revealed no Necromorphs in the lobby.

"Is anyone in here? Is anyone at the Powerhouse? Hello?" Virgil broadcasted his voice on all short-ranged channels, he was nearly whispering as he feared more Necromorphs waited in the shadows.
 
"Sev! [Static] Virgil! [Static] between [static] installations, on [static] Powerhouse! The trams [static] safe, [static]."

While the engineer tried to figure out what his colleague had said, two other RIG signatures appeared on his HUD. Changing his path as headed towards them, he hurried his pace as he recognized his wife's RIG number among the two of them. Adrenaline rushed through his body as he ran through the snow, but he soon saw a Divider and began to run, raising his plasma cutter as his instinct kicked in. Half a clip paired with a well-placed stomp later, the engineer reloaded his ammunition before looking at the pair. Seeing his wife's RIG, he slowly ran up to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into an embrace, one that left him vulnerable and kept her protected. He cared nothing about the paperwork he had been delivered and the tension, he almost cried.

"Sonjia... thank God you're safe! I don't know what I would've done if you had been killed by those things!"

After pressing his helmet against hers for a moment, he released his wife, slightly embarrassed as he saw the officer next to them.

"Erm... hello, officer. Either way, it's nice to see you two are alive. Do you know about any other survivors? If so, we'd better grab. If not, we should head over to the station immediately."
 
"I attended all the classes and routine checks." Sonjia answered the officer. Her eyes drifted to the rifle in her hands. The scientist cleared her throat and stood a little straighter before nodding with a serious expression. "I won't lie. I haven't shot anything aside from a practice target until today, but I'll watch your back as best as I'm able --"

The scientist intended on continuing but suddenly the intercom sputtered to life and she felt her heart skip a beat as the voice came through. "Attention all members of the Novus IV settlement, pay close attention, there's only enough reserve energy to broadcast this single message. This is Senior Engineer Cedric Verne..."

Sonjia hadn't spoken to him in so long. Immediately her eyes drifted down towards her abdomen and then they closed slowly as she thanked whatever God was hearing her. But she knew that this was hardly time to get emotional so she bit back the tears and donned her helmet.

Suddenly the doors behind them opened and Sonjia drew her rifle in reaction. The tears that she bit back rolled down anyways as she realized it was Sev in the sights. She closed the distance as he did and buried her head into his shoulder during his embrace. That was the happiest she had been to see him in years, it almost made her forget all the problems that drove them apart in the first place. She pulled away from him as he took a step back and the scientist cleared her throat.


"Sev, I...shit." She began slowly before deciding now was not the time. She turned back to the security officer who witnessed the whole scene and felt her face heat up underneath the helmet.

"We're the only ones here who made it as far as we know. In fact I'm only alive because of well, her." Sonjia realized she hadn't asked the officer's name.

 
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Joan nodded slowly as the younger woman explained her ability to use a rifle. "Any training's better than none," she managed to say before her ears caught the sound of another creature outside. She lifted her rifle quickly and noted that there were also sounds of somebody fighting it. Before she could go investigate, the creature let out a dying shriek, and she lowered her rifle again and waited.

Sure enough, a man in a grey engineer's rig entered and immediately embraced the young woman. A smile crept to Joan's lips, not that the couple could see it through the helmet. She noted the man's RIG number and realized that it matched the one from the broadcast. So this is the senior engineer. I'm actually surprised I haven't met him before this, but oh well.

"You can call me Joan, engineer Verne."
Her tone was matter-of-fact and friendly. "The only other survivors I know about are you two so far, but hopefully we'll meet more at the tram station." She glanced at the vents one more time before nodding. "You're right, we need to move. Would you prefer point or the rear, engineer Verne?" She asked him first because he seemed fairly competent with the plasma cutter he had picked up.
 
Installation 02: the Nest
Elijah J. Delton

The corridors were unnervingly quiet. Elijah figured most of the survivors were either hidden away from those things, or were already off of the plane. Bodies littered the hallway, most of them cut into pieces by the necromorphs. Elijah was nearing the tram that lead towards Installation 01, the only thing inbetween him now was a small food court.
It looked like a massacre, bodies of necromorphes and civilians alike littered the floor.While the majority of the shops were closed, a light shined through a window, lighting up the floor of bodies. The light flickered as Elijah slowly made his way through the corpses, glancing down at the necromorph bodies on occasion to make sure known of them were alive.

He heard a cough coming from the shop, and Elijah made the mistake of stopping to check on the sound. Behind him, one of the corpses lashed out at him. The monsters bladed arm sliced through the back of Elijah's thigh, and the man fell to the ground in a grunt of pain. Scooting away, Elijah tried to line a shot up as the creature crawled its way towards him.
The necromorph's legs were already shot off, and a part of its jaw was bashed in. It pulled itself out from underneath a body, and swiped its long bladed arm at the survivor. Another inch or two, and Elijah would've lost his leg. Firing his Line gun, it cut through a section of the creatures arm and it fell to the ground limp. A second shot cut the monsters head in two. The monster crept alittle closer before falling to the ground, unmoving. Groaning, Elijah used the wall to help him stand and he glanced towards the store again, as he heard the mans cough again.

Might as well check on him.
He mumbled to himself as he neared the shop.
Inside, a man was pressed up against the wall. He wore a P-Sec rig, though it was cut up in multiple places and his helmet was missing. His skin was pale, and his arm was cut off at the elbow. In his other hand, he held a med pack. His eyes flicked open as Elijah neared.

He-Help me. Please, I'm dying.
Elijah bent down and took the medkit from the officers hand, and taking the cyan gel from it. It was almost gone, there'd barely be enough for the mans horrific wound. His forearm and hand were cut off, presumably by one of the creatures. Elijah went to put the gel on the mans arm, but the man weakly put his hand on Elijahs chest, and motioned towards the gun at Elijahs side. Understanding what the man meant, Elijah ended the mans life.

Taking the gel, the miner applied it onto his own wound on the back of his leg, before setting off towards the tram again. He rounded the corner that lead to the Tram station, and quickly boarded it heading towards Installation One.
Installation 01 Powerhouse
Elijah J Delton


As the tram neared the Powerhouse, it grinded to a stop, and gave a weak groan. Several pairs of foot prints echoed on top of the tram, before they started to tear into the top, ripping off a grate as they started to barge into the tram.. Elijah made a break for the Powerstation, quickly opening the doors manually as the creatures chased behind him. Getting himself inside the facility, he slammed the doors shut behind him raising his linegun to his shoulder.
Making sure the area was clear, he sent out a short ranged broadcast.

This is Elijah Delton, anyone copy?
 
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Virgil Casey

The engineer's heart rate settled and the adrenaline had finally worn off. The cold was once again nipping at his body which signified that the heating systems were offline. He knew that without heat he suit would work to keep him warm, but it could only do so if the temperature outside wasn't too low and unfortunately this planet often reached critical temperature.

The powerhouse was laid out fairly simply, with the intention of being organized and easy to navigate. In fact, most of the other installations were laid out in a similar way. In the case of Powerhouse, main administration was on the right of the lobby and any auxiliary facilities were on the left. Powerhouse was easily the smallest of the installations, being only two main floors and a subterranean level, but it would still be incredibly hard to fortify alone.

Virgil made his way through the hallways with his plasma cutter raised but a ping on his RIG made him tense up. A broadcast came through on short range comm systems which meant that someone was nearby, likely inside Powerhouse.

"This is Elijah Delton, anyone copy?" Virgil heard the voice, and relaxed when it identified itself but he wasn't sure he'd known the man. Since Virgil saw no sign of anyone coming in through the lobby before him, he assumed the man arrived via the tram.

"Uh, yeah. I copy." Virgil responded in a near whisper, but his RIG would compensate for his quiet speaking. "My name is Virgil, RIG number oh-seven-one dash four-two-seven. I just left the lobby of the Powerhouse, locking down the trams, they wont be safe. Meet me in Tram-Ad." Virgil kept his broadcast short, but clear. He was unsure if those monsters were nearby and he didn't want to find out.

Tram Administration was a mess, it looked as if people had already tried to lock the systems down but were interrupted by the attack. It was likely that they were trying to keep the Necromorphs from gaining entry through the tram tunnels.

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"I'll take point. Since all other RIG signals are negative, you'll want to guard the rear so I can get us into the primary station and make sure all the stations are in siege mode."

After some decent walking and the occasion rifle blast, they soon approached the tram station which, along with many of the other buildings that had been constructed at first, resembled a massive Quonset hut that had been burrowed into the nearby cliff-side. The engineer, lowering his plasma cutter, pulled out the master key card for the settlement and scanned it, allowing the doors to hiss open as he walked in, motioning for them to follow them as he holstered his plasma cutter to his RIG, continuing to walk inside. Passing through the small lobby and entryway, they soon walked out to the tram platforms as Cedric soon patched himself into the main console, the tram station and one of the few places in the settlement without any blood splattered on the walls as the whole place was sealed shut.

"Don't disengage your helmets just yet, but we should be safe. Oddly enough, the way siege mode is set in the four major stations... it's almost as if they were expecting that this might happen. Or, at least, EarthGov was- the UEG didn't provide any specs close to these. Dolomite, lead, and red titanium walls, airlock seals, laser-slicing security systems in the vents, flame-based matter disposal, independent solar power generation, emergency food and supplies replicators, minimum waste air filtration, and water purifiers based around the ice- this place was meant to survive those things and last for years, decades even. Even the trams themselves have similar features. Even then, the only people who knew that siege mode existed was myself and everyone above me- sworn to keep it a secret. Although I think that doesn't matters as much now."

After a few beeps and whirrs and clicks, the console's panel went green as the engineer disengaged his helmet, sighing.

"Alright, it should be safe to take a breather. I can use the master key I have to get the tram and all of the station's systems up and running- including the closed communication relay with the other stations and the administration building. If anyone's at any of the other major stations of what remains of the tram administration building, it shouldn't be hard to miss the signal that closed communication between the five buildings has been restored, much less that siege mode has been activated."

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