U.S.S Anna-Lee Status Report
Crew: 39, 1 missing, 8 KIA
47 Hours Till Destination
Ship Status: Quick Repairs Complete
Alarm Status: Neutral
Crew Quarters
Dorens held his motion tracker and slowly swept it across the span of the hallway. There wasn't any movement, save for that of the crew in their quarters.
"Zip. Signal's clean," said Dorens.
"Okay, let's move. Nice and slow," said Stanton.
Together the pair cautiously moved down the hallway. They stared with wide eyes at air vents and scrutinized every shadow. Dorens wasn't going to get ambushed again.
On the other side of the crew quarters were Allen and Mathers. They'd sweep through together and try to catch the creatures in some sort of pincer move.
Dietz had been adamant about coming, he even looked like he was about to throw a punch at the LT. At the end of the day, Wirth convinced him to stay back. There wasn't any need to put himself at risk like that.
That and Dietz didn't have more than a few hours left. Fuck. Dorens shoved those thoughts away and focused on his tracker. The weight of it in his hands eased him. Something about feeling a durable and reliable piece of equipment in your hands just felt good.
Bleep.
"Movement, this way," said Dorens.
"Let's go, nice and easy. Allen, Mathers, we've got movement. Stay frosty," said Stanton.
"Exercise extreme caution, Marines," Wirth's voice sounded in their ears.
The pair approached a supply closet and stacked up on the door. Dorens let the tracker hang by a sling and retrieved his flamethrower.
"Watch your fire, make sure it's in there," Stanton whispered.
Dorens nodded. Stanton opened the door and the pair rushed inside. There was a glimpse of movement, what looked to be a tail, and then nothing. Dorens glanced at his tracker, the target had moved around them.
"It's in here," said Dorens.
"Watch the door, watch it!" said Stanton.
A black blur of movement approached the door. Dorens fired a burst from his flamethrower, and the creature hissed and scurried away.
"Lieutenant, have them seal the vents in the room we're in, we're gonna lock this thing inside," Stanton spoke into his radio.
"We're on it. Make sure it doesn't escape," said Wirth.
"We've got movement on our position, it's the other one. Moving to engage," Allen came over the radio.
"We should go help them, intercept it," said Dorens.
"No, we need to watch this one," said Stanton.
They heard someone screaming then. It was Allen, something about "fucking bitch." A gunshot then, another yell.
"It was in someone's quarters, we've got one dead civvie, another hurt bad!" Allen reported.
"This is Evans, I'm moving to intercept, where's it heading?" Evans came through the radio.
"We've got it moving fast down a hallway, there's a four way intersection. Allen, move to intercept. Faraday is on the way to assist the wounded. Stanton, we need you to get the south side. Will update," Wirth ordered.
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Alien: Lockdown
Ciencia FicciónIt was supposed to be a simple cargo run for some easy money. But after a close encounter with a meteorite, the crew of the Anna-Lee discover something in their cargo hold. Something without conscience or morals. The perfect organism. As if things w...
