The marine was new to the station, but he knew the stories, the wars fought against hell that the public were never to know about. He was transferred to the station two days before, after a confrontation with his commanding officer, whom he believed was executing civillians for minor crimes. The marine believed the commanding officer took enjoyment in the slayings, and perhaps he was right. This was his first mission though, so he can't think of those things now, if he is to sucessfully carry out the mission. The mission itself was simple: A routine guard duty of Phobos,
the most unlively base on mars. "Deimos was better than this," he thought, "at least there were hostiles there." Then a feint sound echoed from sector 5z, the chemical sector of phobos. "someone probably just fell, but johnson will have my ass if i dont check it out," the marine said under his breath, venturing down the hall. As he stepped into the first room of the sector, the transfusers were shattered, leaking radiation, and smelling like pure... yeah. "Goddamnit!," the marine shouted as he stepped into the radiation slime, since this was the first day on duty, and inspection was manditory on your first day. He walked into the labritory and saw something human eyes were never meant to see, this brown... creature, was devouring the body of a dead scientist! This creature looked up at the marine, and the marine got a good look at the beast: brown skin, red eyes, spikes everywhere on its body, blood covering his hands and jaw. It screamed a hellish scream that could make satan himself cower, and lunged at the marine. The marine, his senses trained from years of battle, downed the imp in one headshot. The marine had heard the stories, and now, looking down at the creature, he realized... The stories had been true, and this was yet another breach from hell. Looking onward, the marine knew he had only two options: One, cower and eventually die like a bitch, or Two, defend Phobos and die a hero.
I hope you all know what path he chose.