Prologue
Date: September 11, 2519
Location: Aboard the EGS Bon Homme Richard
A/N: Yep it's a new fanfic bitches, get used to it.
Humanity. Brilliant beyond belief. the rifle, created in the mid 15th century; the machine gun, first invented in the 1800's; the first supersonic jet fighter, invented in the 1950's; the first manned space shuttle to reach Mars, in 2055; the first faster than light drive, 2272; and the discovery of the alien artifacts in 2319 (if you get the reference you get a cookie). But for all our brilliancy we keep making the same mistakes. Even though we learned what the artifacts did, we still sought them out. Even after we learned they reanimated the dead, we still tried to find ways to control it, to bend it to our will. we should have done what Isaac Clark first did and destroy them wherever they were found, but no, we had to find them, to bring them back with us, to study them... and look where that got us. Earth's population was decimated and all the soldiers on the ship were dead.
He had fought, ran, and killed to survive, but it was over. The Marker was destroyed and the Necromorphs were dead... or as dead as a bunch of reanimated dead bodies could get. He was practically alone, but he was fine with that, for he had been alone for most of his life. Since he was born he had been an outcast of society, a loner. Unlike most people who came into contact with a Marker or a Marker fragment, the Ranger had heard the voices since birth. Over time he had learned to tune them out, but when the Necromorphs started to appear the voices became impossible to ignore. So he let them talk but paid them no heed. At times though, it became increasingly difficult to not just give in and kill everything that moved, just to make them stop.
After he and the rest of the people in their ragtag group of survivors had destroyed the Marker on Earth, the voices... changed. Instead of being a load whisper, they became louder and clearer to understand. Not only this but what that they asked changed. They no longer asked him to kill everyone he could, and going on and on about things like 'Convergence' and 'what you were meant to be'. Now they asked for him to find 'them' and to 'save them' before 'it' killed them.
He stared out the window and into space. Unlike on Earth were you could only see several thousand stars, out here you could see millions of them. It was a beautiful sight only to be marred by the occasional body that floated by. The ship had been drifting for about a week now he and the others had been making essential repairs before they attempted to try and reach one of the colonies. The only reason why he wasn't in the sleeping chambers with the others was to make sure that no more Necromorphs survived on the ship. Of course they had all died when he and the other survivors destroyed the Marker fragment that one of the idiot science guys had brought aboard, but he wanted to make sure.
Turning on his heel, the soldier walked to the sleeping quarters where the other five survivors waited for him. When he entered the chambers he looked at each of them and they looked back.
"Hey Commander did any of the monsters bight?" asked Donutt in that thick German accent of his. Donutt was the ships lead engineer and was an artist with a shotgun.
"In Soviet Russia you bight monsters." replied Anatoly Istanovich. Anatoly was also a Ranger and carried a plasma rifle and an old Draganov Sniper Rifle that used to belong to his great, great, great, great, great grandfather... or something like that.
"Shut your commie ass up man. No one wants to hear your bullshit right now." John complained. He was a teenager that had stuck with us after w had saved him on Earth five years ago. John was a master at anything involving electronics. Hell he could probably program a rock to fly, shoot lasers, and bake you muffins.
"At least I know how to fire a rifle."
"Hey that wasn't my fault."
"Right just like it wasn't your fault that you almost crashed the moon into Earth." said Taylor. Taylor was a native South African and he, like Anatoly, was a Ranger and was a heavy weapons/demolitions expert.
"Boys, boys, why don't you step out an airlock and continue your conversation." chuckled Ellie. No one on the sip knew much about her other than she was a pilot and liked to drink and party.
"Why don't you go fuck yourself Ellie." growled John.
"It would be more pleasurable than anything you could give me." Ellie said. She walked towards one of the beds and sat down. As she walked by John she swayed her hips and winked at him. Everyone but John and the Commander broke out laughing. John was blushing madly. This made them all laugh harder.
"Come on John we're just kidding." Taylor said.
"Maybe you are but I'm not." Ellie said as she sat down on one of the beds. The Commander remaned quiet. It used to be five years ago where he would talk, laugh, amd have fun. But that part of him was no more. Now he never joked, laugh, and he would only open his mouth to give orders. The ship suddenly started shaking, and just as quickly stopped.
"Mikey what the fuck was that?" Anatoliy asked. Mikey was already at a computer terminal and was flipping through scematicsof the ship.
"Shock point drive just activated, and before you ask no, I don't know what caused it."
"John see what you can figure out. Everyone else hang tight." The Commander said in the load baritone voice of his.
"Yes Commander." they all chorused except for John. The teenager as already at the holo-screen, flicking through various systems and typing things up.
"It's a virus I can tell you that you that much. This thing is like a lightning strike in the system and I can't stop it. Whoever created it is using codes I've never seen before." The kid said calmly as his fingers frantically flew over the holographic keyboard.
"Just shut down the reactor." Ellie suggested.
"Cant. It's locked me out of the system. Don't try shutting it down manually, it's locked all hatches and maintenance hallways to the engine room and bridge."
"What do we have access to?" the Commander asked.
"The mess hall, armory, cargo bays, and of course the sleeping quarters."
"So all we can do is sit around and rot?" Taylor complained.
"Not without blowing a hole of the ship." John said.
"Well that's just fucking great. I'm going to go get something to eat." Anatoly complained.
"I'll go with you. Hey Commander, want to come with?" Taylor asked. The Ranger shook his head and sat on his bunk. After a moment he started to remove his armor. It was dented in various places and had dried blood and some other bodily fluids splattered all over it. Thankfully most of it was not his. After he had removed it, he cleaned it and popped the dents so he armor was now almost good as new. He then put it in his locker. Sitting back down he reached into his pocket and pulled out an old photo. On it was a young girl with blond hair and green eyes. Standing next to him was a much older man who had similarly colored hair and hazel eyes. They were the Commander's daughter and brother respectively.
He shut his eyes painfully and right before he put it back in his pocket he heard a feminine voice whisper from right behind him ask, "You miss them don't you?"
"Every day. But I've learned how to not feel it anymore." he whispered just load enough for her to hear. Ellie was the only one he felt comfortable talking to.
"What happened to them?"
"I don't want to talk about it." he said painfully. She just nodded with a sad look in her eyes and walked back to her bunk. The soldier layed down after a moment and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to come and take him. It eventually did.
Quote of the Day: "Porn is boring." A very mistaken friend of mine.
