I don't own Dead Space or Dead Space 2. This starts right after the end of the first Dead Space.

Dead Space 2

Chapter 1: Goodbye, Ishimura

Chief Engineer Isaac Clarke

My heart pounded in my chest, a symptom of the panic that still ripped me, the visage of Nicole still flickering in my mind. I knew she was dead, that she'd been dead. But that didn't make what I had seen any less real. Or frightening.

Fuck, I couldn't believe she was gone.

With a blood-spattered hand, I pulled off my helmet, letting cool air of the shuttle's ventilation system buffet my face. I settled back into the chair. Tears poured down my face and I tried to choke back a sob.

After a few seconds, I gave in.

The empty space passed by, leaving me to my desperation.

Time passed, endless black space…Finally I could no longer give any time to my desperation and I made my decision. I reached up with a gloved hand and wiped away my tears. I reached forward and manually set the shuttle to dock at the nearest planetary station.

I stood up (God I was so tired); there had to be stasis chamber on this shuttle. The metal strips that made up my armor made it almost impossible to move my tired body. With fingers that felt like pieces of lead, I peeled it off.

I dropped into the stasis chamber; cold air instantly began to fill the chamber as the glass sealed shut. As I slipped into darkness, a shadow crept from the edge of my vision. It leaned in over the chamber and began to drum its dead, rotting fingers on the glass. It looked like Hammond.

Colonel Helen Bryant

"Good morning, Colonel." The lackey stated as he walked into my office. I continued to work on my report; I tried not to let my interest show for the folder the man cradled under his arm.

"What is it?" I asked coldly. I had work to do and I couldn't waste it playing around with this boy. "Oh. You're busy," he continued, "well then I'll get right to the point. You've been deployed." I perked up. Deployed?

Keeping my curiosity contained, I asked, " Deployed you say."

"Yes, ma'am. At precisely 07:00 hundred this morning, a message was received from Brigadier General Carter. On his orders, you will be deployed to one of the Space Stations on Saturn's moon."

"Really, now?" I muttered.

"Yes ma'am. On Carter's orders, you've been deployed to the Sprawl."