Scission: For the cause

By the time they had reached the airlock on the cell wing Tyr was carrying two aliens and dragging a third. Beka dropped her burden then shouldered the weapon properly aiming it at the ugly pile before her.  She waited, leaning against the hall wall, as Tyr left to retrieve the three bodies from the holding cell.

Beka wished that Trance was here. She'd have made better use out of their xenobiological adventure. She'd also be able to make more sense of the clues strewn about them, making educated guesses to their culture and its relevance to how they could be defeated when they attacked again.  Beka doubted that this opportunity had been grasped in the hell alternative future that Trance had felt so necessary to correct. They had to make the best of this.

Tyr set the three aliens down beside their crewmates and started on the manual override of the door.  Beka slung the BFG around behind her and knelt by the body of the tech.  This is for the cause.  She steeled herself and opened the grey garment along its central closure. Her scientific mindset nearly faltered as more grey skin was exposed. 

She also decided that they smelled. Bad. The creature was featureless. Its chest was hairless and it had no nipples. Intrigued she continued down the torso. No navel, interesting. No hair at the crotch.  No visible genitalia.  She tugged at the cloth trying to pull a leg free.  The garment was just too tight.  Frustrated she grabbed either side and tried to rip.  The body jerked and she jumped back levelling the gun, "Tyr!"

The being opened its eyes, drew back its thin lips and screamed.

Tyr swung around at Beka's cry, in time to see her hit the tech mid torso with the gauss rifle.  The high near ultrasonic shriek was abruptly cut off.  In the following quiet they heard the distant sound of the ship trying to power up.

"Oh Fuck. What have I done?"

The Nietzschean didn't say anything he throw the bodies of the aliens into the airlock vestibule, closed the door, and hauled on the lever opening the outside door.  He turned from her, stepped into the access to the next level down and dropped to the lower level. 

He's mad. And he has every right. You should have been more careful.  If you live through this, your going to a retreat and Rev is going to make you chant and meditate for hours. Beka jumped into the hatch grapping either side of the ladder and sliding down dropping at Tyr's back. "I'm sorry, Tyr. I was trying to see if there was anything I could learn from the body, but I just don't have the patience for that sort of thing."

The Nietzschean still didn't say anything but she could see his jaw working. He headed down the corridor to the second level cells.  Beka kept an eye on the corridor behind them.