Aliens: Death Mark
Prologue:
Somewhere, on a cold desolate planet, out in the far reaches of interstellar travel, lies a vast empire of unchanged worlds, unknown horror and disaster, the only frontier where, even the military dare to venture, lies a research station. Like a microscopic spec on the lens of an overwhelmingly powerful magnifying glass. Its alert sounds, as the people's distress signal signs a warrant for help, they continue to wait, but to everyone else, their encoded vibrations of sound signaling for help, will be like a distant echo, only now reaching a place that can guarantee a viable solution to this problem. But, how many can be rescued and at what cost to rescue?
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There, the lone survivor of one of the many horrors and disasters that far out in space, sits, in the quiet, lonely, solitary, confines, of the now empty research station. But also at what price, through the distinguished determination of ones own self preservation? Treachery, deceit, unfairness? He sits there not only lonely, but guilty, for no one but he will know of the true extent he had gone, to keep himself alive. He sits there, alone and saddened.
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How far is help he ponders? How long must he wait for this suffering to end? The now, seemingly endless torture of his morale conscious, beginning to eat away at him, or, of what's left within his now cold hard shell of a body… But in due time, through his suffering, will he gain what he values most, and what is now heading his way through fortune and hell.