Toko Aida

With mobs of people crowding around the main doors, she was trying to deviate away from them towards the loading area where there was several crates stacked high waiting to be carted on board on of the ships. Everyone was being herded around like cattle to a slaughter at this rate. They couldn't be caught in a big group.

"Everything is locked down. Even if he knows another entrance, they aren't going to let us through." How did she know? The alarms. The way the doors were locked. This was like a quarantine. Trying to keep something locked up and prevent it from spreading, regardless of the lives that were screaming and begging to be set free...

Another rare show of emotion crossed her face. She looked angry for a moment while she searched her own clothes. There wasn't a single weapon left on her. It was convenient when a body dropped nearby. One of the other security personal, seemingly ripped in to pieces. His belt still strapped around what was left of his torso. Glancing out from behind the crates, she waited until those monsters seemed preoccupied. Then she darted out from her cover to skid to a stop at the body. With deft fingers she detached and belt and fastened it tight around her own waist. Any other weapons she could pilfer off the body went in to the belt or tucked away in to her clothes. Including his I.D. tags and clearances. No reason to let those go to waste.

A gurgled snarl had her looking up quick to find one of the beasts with someone's arm it's mouth. But more to her surprise some of the bodies farther across the room seem to be moving. Churning under their skin, despite the fact they surely had to be dead. Not wasting anymore time, she dove back behind the crates with the others. Breathing hard as she struggled to think!

"...There's not going to be an easy way. We'll have to crash through a wall. One of the smaller ships might work unless one of these things is armed and can blast through the metal. I... I don't think it's a good idea to get any physical contact with those things. Something is happening to some of the bodies..."
 
When she returned Her eyes were met with her own pistol being loaded by expert hands and a cold stare from under a security visor. "You will return those to security when this is over." he warned checking the settings and charge of the cells... it was a nice gun. "And before you go ramming a ship through a bulkhead and us all dying of explosive decompression you might want to try..." he pulled his ID free of his uniform and ran it over a plate on the wall causing a maintenance hatch to open. "We can hide in there, it goes all the way to Delta but we'll need to stay inside until we've been cleared my medical." He motion the others into the crawlspace before entering and closing it behind them. On the other side in the dim red light another cardplate was visible next to the door.
 
Out of the Frying Pan

Jarek wasted little time entering the room and seeing the last of the neon lights dissappear. Now all there was in front of him was a dim red light in a narrow room. It was like the light at the end of the tunnel, only with no feeling of euphoria, just that dreaded fear of the creatures breaking into this narrow space. On his stomach, he dragged himself forth, right behind the security officer, until they'd reached the other side. He could still hear the carnage outside; surprisingly loud automatic gunfire, screams so twisted he couldn't tell if it was from men or beasts, as well as voices of some sort. They too were also inhuman, blaring like industrial noise. He wasn't sure what to think of it, but he decided his brain power should be dedicated more to thinking how to get out of this one alive.
 
Funny how a man tries to pretend like he's in control of a situation even when things were going to shit around them. She narrowed her eyes at the security officer, but made no comment. He thought he had the reigns now, but any moment he could be dead. Another one of those churning bodies crawling across the floor. Before she followed him in to the crawl space, she looked back at the chaos behind them.

The she was inside the narrow duct with two men. Only a small red light down at the end beckoning them to move forward. Even with it sealed, they could still hear the sounds of agonized pleas. But it was all being drowned out by the little voice pitching a tantrum in her head. This space was too small. Too dark. Stealing her breath and crushing her from all sides...!

It was a panic, she forced herself to squash back down. How long did she spend frozen only to come out and be sealed up like a sardine in a can? She was gritting her teeth as the three of them moved down the shaft.

Once they reached the end, she didn't wait for mister security officer to call for clearance. "Get the door open, or I'll do it myself. Fuck your medical clearance."
 
"No! For all I know we could all be contagious. I Will not risk the entire station with those things." He sounded angry and in the confined space he was thankful he already had a weapon in his hand and didn't have to draw one. "Now you said you had to talk to someone in charge, was it about those aliens? what do you know about them? How do we kill them?" To lend weight to his point he blocked the panel with his body, clear we wasn't going to let any of them out there. "So unless you can prove you can kill them, and you're not infected I'm treating you as a threat to security and have the right to lie you uh and leave you in here with this guy as your lawyer."
 
Still Getting Out Of The Frying Pan

"Oh fucking hell, don't be a fool!" shouted Jarek exasperatedly "Even if she is infectious, Toko Aida's in lockdown now. News will have had gotten out, and anyone who starts flipping the hell out can be put down quickly. They're not indestructible you know!"

The anger he felt was rising immensely. The station, its excesses, the rather cruel twist of fate in the waiting room, and now he had to deal with a control-freak security guard and a loud, arrogant bitch.

"This station's armed to the teeth; I know you have military issue hardware, right off the production line and as far as I'm concerned, the only reason why we didn't utterly wipe them out back there was the fact that we had a thousand fucking civilians just running around like headless chickens, and that pistols aren't exactly the best counter towards an enemy invasion force."

He looked off to the right and sighed.

"Now, we can sit our asses around some more and complain about the most inconsequential bullshit out there, or we could not be brain-dead morons, get a move on it, and get out of this shit hole before those creatures hear you two dicking around at each other and decide to turn us to mulch."
 
"I am not staying cramped up in this passage." she growled out between her teeth. The longer they stayed in her the more her patience was going to wear thin. Did the fool really think his protocol was appropriate for the situation? They were wasting time in here.

Without warning, she shifted her body in an impressive display of flexibility. With a quick kick, she had Vince's gunarm pinned to the wall and her gun snatched back to be pointed at his face. Slowly, she dropped her foot to unpin him, but kept the gun aim.

"I am not a threat, nor your enemy. I woke up confused and kidnapped, only to find myself landing on a station under siege. So excuse me if I don't give a fuck about your protocol right now." Shifting her weight, she dropped the gun from his face. Holstering it in her belt where it belonged. A sign of trust, though she was tempted to shoot him anyway and be done with this nonsense.

She pointed a finger at the other man. "He is right. We can't stay and wait to die. The quarantine is going to stretch out farther than just the loading docks, regardless. It would be prudent to get ourselves somewhere out of the fire and find weapons heftier than shock-pistols."

"...Will you open the door?"
 
Vince scowled and for a second it looked as if he were about to send his gloved hand flying into her face but to bit back the impulse. "One step in the wrong direction...... " he didn't even bother finishing the threat and cracked slid his card over the plate. The hatch didn't budge. "The hell..?" He tried again and still nothing happened. A third try and nothing has still persistently happening.

Frustrated Vince dug his fingers under the rim of the hatch and pulled the hidden emergency manual override. With a click and hatch cracked open and the first thing they smelled was the stench of blood and bile. It seemed the quarantine had been breached.
 
The Plot Sickens

Who had breached it though, that was the question. The bodies on the ground were torn, splattered, reduced to uncrecognizable chunks, their bodily fluids having painted the once pristine white floors in red. A pungent stench, wet and dominating, pervaded through the room, along with an eerie sense of distance. The only immediate sound was the buzzing of a few flies and the occasional cracking sound of physical remains cracking and tearing, falling apart further.

It was clear some of these bodies weren't human. Some of the limbs were still twitching and at cut-off points where various bodies had been ripped apart, nerves and strands of flesh seemed to writhe and twist feebly like worms in the rain. A few strange shapes, some half-spherical and others long and lanky, such as those that had been previously chasing them, lay now eerily still. Jarek didn't feel safe around them whether or not they were dead or alive, but what was setting him on edge wasn't really the diversity in corpse shape and form.

Cautiously moving over a small stream of red flowing out of a bloody stump beloning to a forcibly misshapen lower body, he moved to a counter to inspect a few small glistening shapes. They were a faded yellow colour and cylindracal in shape, making *cling* noises as they rolled around and bumped into one another. They were warm; these cartridges had only been spent at most only 15 minutes ago. And they were large, very large. Whatever they had been, he doubted they were standard military or security issue.

Civilian he may seem to be, yet upon entering this makeshift mortuary, the appearence of a jaded man was replaced by the stone-faced visage of a man determined to survive, violently so if needed. He mumbled to himself introvertedly as he expected more of the spent rounds, seemingly ignoring his companions as fingers traced over bullet holes and he prodded the slaughtered men and mutants with rulers.

"High explosive...large caliber... at least four... they knew where to shoot..."

He was seemingly lost in his own little world, voice quickening and brows furrowed. His breath was gradually speeding up. It was clear he knew a thing or two about what was really going on here.

Suddenly, he looked up at the other two.

"Alternate exits now. We can't leave through the doors."

As if to emphasize the point, something could be heard blaring in the background. Distorted and industrial, it was a collection of voices. Human, english, but made inhuman and seemingly almost robotic in the vox-distorters they were talking through. It was as if they could only sound wrathful and ominous. And they were increasing in activity just outside the exits.
 
Gillian had slid out of the compartment, the band of her hand hovering in front of her nose while Jarek listed off his findings. The smell was... Different. Just from the sight of the blood, bile and gore, she expected the smells of death. Yet, there was a different sort of scent mixed in. Something she wasn't familiar with, but was coming across so strong it was hard for her to ignore. The other two didn't seem to make a word or notice of it. Perhaps she had more severe damages from the cryo-freeze than she had anticipated...

Ignoring the approaching sounds of danger outside the doors, she found herself leaning next to one of the many organic body parts strewn across the room. The smell was really strong here... Pieces of the infected creatures... people? Gillian reached down to turn over of of the parts, but quickly snatched her hand back. The misshaped bio matter practically melted at her touch, worse she could feel that tingling in her fingers. With alarm she thought she may have inadvertently infected herself. Gillian waited for some other feeling... maybe a madness or pain. Anything that would be a precursor to what was obviously a fast working and violent infection.

Rubbing her thumb and fingers together, nothing of note happened. Perhaps you couldn't be infected by the dead.

"They aren't indestructible." she said softly, not wanting to raise her voice too high and alert whatever was lurking outside that they were hiding in there. "But the weapons used here were high caliber and there's only pieces and parts. Not a full carcass. We could try taking the weapons dropped here and backtrack. They're plowing through so quickly, the loading dock could be breached by now and emptied. We could find another access."

"...or get off the station all together. I am not so opposed to that right this moment."
 
Unoriginality

A few loud resounding bangs echoed through the room, accompanied by screams, some of which were human, some of which were bestial. They were increasing in volume and soon explosions were heard. Whoever was out there was very determined to kill anything on the station, human or inhuman. There was the sinking feeling in Jarek's head that they might just inspect this room soon.

He looked around frantically, swearing under his breath, eyes finally settling unto the ventilation shafts above them.

"Oh christ, always the fucking ventilation shafts. Why can't we have a hidden tunnel for once?"

"Ladies first," he said, turning towards the woman and lowering his hands to be stepped upon to boost her up. "C'mon, time's short."
 
Vince stood nervously watching the corridor, he needed a plan. "See if you can make it for brown 3." he said to her as she climbed up into the vent. "To the security lounge."

The sounds from whatever had killed the aliens was coming closer as Vince pulled the door closed in an attempt to delay their discovery.
 
"To the security lounge it is." Gillian muttered under her breath. She didn't need the boost up, but took the extra help anyway. The inside of the shaft was smooth on most sides, making it hard to find a good grip or even brace hands and feet on the metallic walls. These shafts weren't much different from the others. Carrying vague echoes from other decks.These things Gillian ignored for now as she moved upwards. Occasionally she would pause, tilt her head and listen again. Or be perplexed by that unusual smell...

Once she spotted the level label on the walls, she made a sharp turn to the left. An educated guess on which direction to go, based on the lack of sound and that smell in the area. Upon finding a new grate, she looked carefully at the room below. A large common room area. Tables, sofas, viewing screens. It was also empty of people. No blood, no bodies, no one relaxing or hiding. That in itself was unusual. But for now, empty was good.

Carefully, Gillian release the grate from the ceiling and dropped down to the floor with a silent thump. Scanning the room warily, she whistled up to the other two when she deemed it safe.
 
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