Deep Blue Déjà vu

the mission

Darkness.

A flash of movement,

Quick and fleeting...

Something is wrong.

And alarm beeps insistently, droning on and on...

Like it's screaming, sparks fall, where do they come from? No time to look,

IT is coming.

A distant roar that sends chills down one's spine,

It grows louder and closer, screaming endlessly, louder and louder and LOUDER deafening screams echo around in the black water, teeth gnash and the mandibles close, white and red.

Ryley's eyes shot open,
The alarm still blaring next to him
He reached up and rubbed his face, he groaned and sat up swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he reached over and jammed his finger against the "dismiss" button, he hated it, it sounded more like the seamoth emergency alarm than an alarm clock, didn't exactly help with the dreams. he had left the planet 4546B about four years ago and still hadn't stopped having nightmares, the neckline of his simple PJs consisting of a tank top and shorts were drenched in cold sweat

"Ew..."

Ryley stood up and walked into the small bathroom module and he stopped in front of the mirror, bloodshot eyes, dark circles, he splashed his face and went to take a shower.
When he was done he pulled on his simple grey and blue uniform and walked out of the bedroom,

After he had left the planet he had finally gotten home he hadn't got so much as a "hello" just an automated AI voice telling him he was In a massive amount of debt, no one can pay THAT back, well maybe Alterra themselves, they're pretty filthy rich, but he definitely couldn't, even when he was getting paid Alterra is stingy when paying employees even with much more than a trillion in those big-wig bank accounts. He had turned the Neptune around and gotten as far away as he could, eventually, he had stopped and stolen a small one- maybe two? Person cargo and mining ship, it was only the size of a few school buses, it had enough space for him and his few belongings, but of course, he needed to be able to get his basic needs; food, gas, clothing and etc... The problem was the most widely used currency system is online like old fashioned debit cards, you have an ID that's your account, when you get paid your credits are automatically downloaded to your ID, and scan it when paying for something, the problem is that Ryley was pretty much wanted by half the galaxy by now, plus he got rid of his ID a long time ago, he had been working as a transporter for a man who sold stuff on the black market, medical supplies, broken tech, scrap metal, mostly stuff like that, he refused anything illegal like weapons or drugs but It made him enough physical credits that he could spend at a middle of nowhere space station, they accepted physical credits and had most of his basic travel needs,

He walked down the corridor and slid open a door into the small cargo bay, currently he was on his way to turn in his load of scrap, he would be getting there in about 3 hours. he walked around the chunk of metal and made sure the straps holding it onto the pallet were secure, then the bolts holding down the pallet,
Satisfied he left the room and walked to the bridge.

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A few hours later he docked with a large ship that just looked like a bunch of pieces of the scrap he was delivering, he walked into the cargo hold and worked at removing the bolts holding down the pallets, when he was done he climbed up onto the forklift, he tapped a small button on a piece of metal wrapped around his ear and a breathing mask materialized around his face, the very same he had used on 4546B, But hey, it hid his face, he hit the button on the wall that opened the cargo door and he got to work moving the metal. when the last piece had been moved out he put back the forklift and walked out to a young girl looking about the age of 13 in the docking bay,