Chapter up!
I've gotten two review so far of really short chapters, but I'll be making up for that. The story, when complete, will have 14 chapters. Eh?
S.P.A.R...
I don't own Halo or Dead Space.
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Following the command of Matthius, John boarded Tram A-51, headed for the ship's P.S.C.I. station. Adjacent was the officer that seemed so wary of the alarm, even shouting out things like "Finally," or "About damn time."
Now she seemed to be surveying him thoroughly, as he had turned from a demon into a human in a second. Just like every other one he had known that was around him for a while, with the exception of Dr. Hasley. Breaking the silence, Alissa spoke up.
"You've dealt with incidents like what you've seen before, right? I mean, you looked like you barely regarded the tapes of that weird shit, like they were just like any other thing you've seen."
She was referring to the short video footage, they'd seen, where the bloody reanimated were chasing down and killing crewmembers.
"Ma'am, obviously this isn't the same galaxy I was born in. That 'weird shit' looks like something I've dealt with before. If it is, then I'm sad to say your ship is, in an unprofessional term, screwed."
John got off where one of the videos had shown. He held out a sentinel beam, waiting for one of those monsters to jump out. He had seen it happen before, first hand. Even if it wasn't the same species.
Sure enough, two of them burst out of a vent opening. Their torso appeared to be torn open, and two hands were protruding from them. The original arms were now stick-like, with their hands stretched open, to accommodate the spear-like bone protrusions that now hung out of them. Their heads shone with a bright anger, their dead eyes unseeing.
Using his usual method, he unleashed a plasma beam at one of their torsos. The sheer force of that forerunner construct tore the necromorph in half, while the other one charged at him. The Spartan reacted by sawing off the monster's arms.
But it kept on coming at him. The one torn in half walked on its bone spears, using them as makeshift legs.
The sentinel beam turned on the running one's legs. They melted off under the plasma beam. The crawling one had its head shorn off next.
But they kept on coming. One of them barely flinched at its head being taken off, and the other was crawling along using its teeth.
Deciding not to use his beam, in case any more might appear and he'd have to use it, he stomped on the sad remainder of two crew members, ending their pitiful existence. This was a bad move, because his boots resounded on the metal floor. Had the Spartan not been in the doorway, he'd have been surrounded.
What looked like the entire morgue staff and body count was now rushing at him. One came up behind him, and nearly gutted John.
Nearly
Turning around, the super-soldier punched the guts out of it, tore off its arms, and proceeded to slice the monster apart with its own utensils of death. Hurling the bone blades at the oncoming horde, John sealed off the exit. Remembering to seal also the door's energy barrier, the Spartan ran as if he had an inbuilt stasis pack to an oncoming tram. The surprised engineers inside found himself or herself with the seven-foot giant, who came in via forcing the doors open for a second.
Behind him, the door burst apart. At its feet lay a pile of organic remains, along with shreds of what once was an explosive limb.
Back with the P.S.C.I squad, 'Vadum found the warped remains of what was once a murderer. Dobbs went up to investigate the corpse, and used a probe to find out what happened.
"Hey, Thel, do you want to take a look at this? It looks like someone…or something…tore through his abdomen and split it wide open. Not a very pretty sight, eh?"
Thel did so, and saw the corpse open its milky, sightless eyes. They were staring furiously at the probing police member. It swung its bladed arm at the rookie, but never met its mark.
The former Arbiter would not let one he favored die by these monsters so easily. His energy sword exploded to life as the bony arm swung, and met a sword of pure energy. It went flying away, to hit nothing but the metal wall where it clung in place by its sheer momentum. 'Vadum's other hand grabbed Dobbs and threw him out of harm's way, as his blade filleted the reanimated corpse.
He would not let the one who looked up to him like a hero in this alien-hostile place die.
A slashing nurse rushed from the curtains, to be shot down by the P.S.C.I. squad. The newly arriving Alissa regarded Thel.
"Get out of here. It's not safe, and you might be needed later."
"I would do so, human, but he," pointing his sword arm at the rookie, "almost died. He respects me, unlike any other here. I will not leave him to die."
Running at the former Arbiter, Alissa pulled out her divet and shoved it up his lower mandibles.
"Get the hell out of here now, freak. I am not gonna let you die for the rookie. Not by these things. Get the fuck out of here, or I am regarding you as an insurrectionist. Shoot to kill."
Thel could see she wanted him out of danger, and she did not think he could handle the fiends from death. The pistol rammed up his mouth was a good sign of such a message. Sighing compliance, he unhooked his plasma rifle and gave it to her.
"The undead you see here, they quaver at the feel of plasma. Aim for their blades."
With that, he leaped into a vent and made his way out. Along the way, he could hear the roars of Necromorphs behind him. He could hear the scream of Dobbs as he was slaughtered…
Getting out of the tram, John strode up a mostly clean corridor, attempting to reach out for any survivors in med bay 7. He found only one.
A blonde-haired woman, senior medic by the looks of it, was sitting in a chair with a hypodermic needle in her hand. John's HUD, interlaced with Ishimura databanks, scanned its contents as Hyphis-B, a deadly neurotoxin that killed nearly instantly.
The lady turned on a cam-recorder, and began to talk.
"Isaac, it's me. I wish I could talk to you. I'm sorry...I'm sorry about everything."
The Spartan picked up a light jog. He did not want to interrupt her transmission, unless the worst circumstance he thought of was about to happen.
"I wish I could just talk to someone...it's all falling apart here; I can't believe what's happening."
Her hand, clenched around the syringe, twitched slightly.
"It's strange...such a little thing."
John saw her other hand move to the camera, to adjust its settings.
"In the end, it all comes down to just one little thing..."
The screen widened, to show her with the needle. Realizing what the medic was about to do, John began to try to intervene.
"I didn't want it to end like this…"
A green-armored, bulky hand clenched around the needle hand, lowering it gently from her neck. The camera picked up a new, ultra-low, ultra-low voice…
"…and it won't."
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Alissa Vincent committed her last heroic action. Charging towards the undead horde after her, she unlocked the vacuum hatch. She died, and those about to devour her, were lost to space. A transmitter fell from her frozen hands…
…As the Kellion crept up to the ghost ship.