"-and don't forget to pick up the Captain's RIG code, Isaac. If those things get to his body before you do, we might as well just go and jump off the hull." Kendra's voice snapped. She paused and Isaac watched her eyes dart nervously around the room. The HUD crackled with static, almost sounding impatient. "Alright, go." she finally said, with an audible sigh. "Be careful," she added, and the screen went black.
Isaac heaved a great sigh and reloaded his plasma cutter. He was surprised the tool had made it as far as it had- it wasn't meant for dismemberment. Without another noise, he proceeded to the nursery corridor.
Within a few minutes, he reached the entry door for the nursery, thankfully without any interruptions. He touched his open palm to the holographic scanner. The scanner, recognizing his RIG, dinged happily and opened the door. A large window came into Isaac's view as he stepped into the small sterilization room. Inside the window Isaac could see columns of "false wombs", essentially an embryonic environment for fetuses grown on the Ishimura. A flicker of movement caught his eye and he spotted, to immense relief, a crew member. He appeared to be nervous but otherwise unharmed.
Excited, Isaac took a step forward when suddenly, one of the thanks behind the man shattered, sending water and glass flying throughout the room. Startled, the man turned around and before Isaac could make sense of what was attacking him, there was a screech and a loud explosion, followed by the crew member shouting. Isaac ran to the window and peered in, only to see the man lying in a pool of blood. Then, with a ragged gasp, he lifted himself up and staggered to the window.
"Help! Help me!" He shouted, slamming the window with his fists. There was another screech and a projectile, fired from what seemed to be the ceiling, hit the man's hand. The glass cracked and the man struggled to remove his hand, but it appeared to be imbedded in the glass.
"Please! Get me out!" He yelped as he began to sob. Isaac bolted to the nursery door and quickly ran his hand over the scanner. An angry buzz told him it was denied.
"Shit," Isaac spat out through clenched teeth, and darted back to the window.
"Help me, please!" The man pleaded, shaking his head. "It's going to kill me!" The man's voice had reached an unnaturally high octave. Isaac struggled to see through the window, which was now covered in spider-webbed cracks. He gave up and instead began to furiously pound the butt of his plasma cutter into the glass in an effort to break it when, out of the blue, another shot fired. The crewman screamed again as the missile hit his head. Isaac raised his forearm in an effort to shield himself from the resulting bone, brain, and glass. After a few seconds, he slowly lowered his arm.
The man's body had slumped over, but it was still hanging due to the hand and head still imbedded in the glass. Isaac wasn't entirely sure if he was still alive or not, so he headed to the door. The door's scanner was flashing red, indicating that there was a problem with the room. He hesitantly ran his hand over the scanner and to his surprise, the door opened.