Chapter 4: There coming.
Next day
Harrison woke up from his unconscious state.
"wha….what happened?"
"Serge knocked you out, he said your mouth was moving too much"
"Ill Show that bastard whose mouth is moving too much, where is the dog!"
"Talking to captain…I think"
"And captain! Where do they both get off thinking they are all high and mighty huh?"
Serge walking back looking angry.
"Ok cadets. Ummm…the scientist ran off on us last night so god help him."
"Screw him! We don't need know damn scientist anyways!
Harrison heard a slight beep from his motion sensor. "Uh…guys…"
"And that goddamned scientist…probably has some important info too! Just to piss us off!"
Harrison tried to get their attention again. "Guys, we have a problem…"
Serge looked at him angrily "What the hell do you want?"
"Motion, just beyond that door"
The captain eagerly shifted his grip on his gun "Well, let's give it a taste of lead. Hope it missed lunch today."
Harrison caught their attention with a wave of his hand. "Wait! It says it's now…right next to Johnson?"
Mangan screamed "They're in the ceiling! Johnson, dive to your right!"
Just as she jumped out of the way, a black mass pounded through the iron grating of the ceiling and landed right where Johnson had been a second earlier. Everyone let loose a stream of bullets into the beast, and it died under that hail of fire. A bit of it's acid blood splattered on Johnson, burning through her armor, almost through her shirt.
Mangan walked up to the alien, and kicked it hard. "Drone. There'll be a lot more if we don't get out soon. Thanks for the rescue mission." He smiled at them.
The captain looked confused. "What do you mean, rescue mission?"
The smile disappeared from Serge's face as quickly as it had come. "You say what?"
"This is no rescue mission. We're to gather the rest of the specimen samples and rocket off of this god forsaken floating mass of junk."
"Listen. You don't seem to get it. Those…those killing machines are in there! Thousands upon thousands! You don't get out now…you don't get out at all."
The captain's face grew blood red and he shouted "I don't care what the hell you think, we're following our mission, and that is the last of it! Say another word, and I'll have you demoted so fast, your aliens won't go near a piece of slime as low of you."
Serge calmly came back quickly. "I'm the highest ranking person on this ship. At least the highest-ranking survivor, and I think my decision has far more weight than your petty allegations. We're going back to the ship, or we're going to die."
Next day
Harrison woke up from his unconscious state.
"wha….what happened?"
"Serge knocked you out, he said your mouth was moving too much"
"Ill Show that bastard whose mouth is moving too much, where is the dog!"
"Talking to captain…I think"
"And captain! Where do they both get off thinking they are all high and mighty huh?"
Serge walking back looking angry.
"Ok cadets. Ummm…the scientist ran off on us last night so god help him."
"Screw him! We don't need know damn scientist anyways!
Harrison heard a slight beep from his motion sensor. "Uh…guys…"
"And that goddamned scientist…probably has some important info too! Just to piss us off!"
Harrison tried to get their attention again. "Guys, we have a problem…"
Serge looked at him angrily "What the hell do you want?"
"Motion, just beyond that door"
The captain eagerly shifted his grip on his gun "Well, let's give it a taste of lead. Hope it missed lunch today."
Harrison caught their attention with a wave of his hand. "Wait! It says it's now…right next to Johnson?"
Mangan screamed "They're in the ceiling! Johnson, dive to your right!"
Just as she jumped out of the way, a black mass pounded through the iron grating of the ceiling and landed right where Johnson had been a second earlier. Everyone let loose a stream of bullets into the beast, and it died under that hail of fire. A bit of it's acid blood splattered on Johnson, burning through her armor, almost through her shirt.
Mangan walked up to the alien, and kicked it hard. "Drone. There'll be a lot more if we don't get out soon. Thanks for the rescue mission." He smiled at them.
The captain looked confused. "What do you mean, rescue mission?"
The smile disappeared from Serge's face as quickly as it had come. "You say what?"
"This is no rescue mission. We're to gather the rest of the specimen samples and rocket off of this god forsaken floating mass of junk."
"Listen. You don't seem to get it. Those…those killing machines are in there! Thousands upon thousands! You don't get out now…you don't get out at all."
The captain's face grew blood red and he shouted "I don't care what the hell you think, we're following our mission, and that is the last of it! Say another word, and I'll have you demoted so fast, your aliens won't go near a piece of slime as low of you."
Serge calmly came back quickly. "I'm the highest ranking person on this ship. At least the highest-ranking survivor, and I think my decision has far more weight than your petty allegations. We're going back to the ship, or we're going to die."