Reviews:
prin69- I was kinda basing the name off of a bio-weapon from one of my fav Star Wars books. That bio-weapon was called Alpha Red, w/ red mist. I just adapted it a little. :) I would be totally freaked out, too. I think I will have Rhade kill someone, now that you mention it! :P
kitty15- thanks! I'll be updating when I can.
Silver Spider- I'm not mad! Like I mentioned at the top of Chap 2, I only want a little bit of basing. Trust me, Liara isn't gonna be a big character. She was just the starting point! :)
fanofsmith- I'll keep working as long as y'all keep reviewing!
Oenone- Thanks! I pretty much try 2 go 4 a chapter a day, but I'm hardly ever on the Internet, so I'm glad you think I'm updating fast!
Keep the reviews comin', y'all! (Don't let Mr. Smuggles annoy you!)
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Chapter 4
"Welcome to the Olon System," Beka announced, retracting the Slipstream controls.
"Who's main features are abandoned research stations filled with evil blue mist," Harper added. "Which, by the way, did we mention the mist is actually a freakin' bio-weapon that burns your skin off? No, Harper, I don't think we did. And-"
"That's enough Mr. Harper." Dylan said, giving Harper 'The Look.'
"Collector ships!" Telemachus barked. "Bearing port and stern!"
"Bring us about!" Dylan ordered. "Battle stations!" The lighting turned blue and Andromeda repeated the order so the whole crew could hear.
"Rhade, shoot whenever you get a lock," Dylan said sharply. "We can't risk them firing Omega Blue at us!"
"Aye," Telemachus replied. "Activating point defense lasers. Missile tubes 17 through 23, fire!"
One of the Collector ships blew into shimmering golden fragments, but Telemachus's victory was short-lived. "They're firing!" he announced. "Small darts. Sensors say they're filled with Omega Blue."
"Dammit! Rhade, shoot them down! Beka-"Dylan started.
"Maneuvering. Got it."
"There's too many of 'em! Boss, we're gonna get hit!" Harper cried.
There was a sound like rain on a tin roof as the darts punctured the hull.
"I'm reading multiple hull breaches," Rommie reported. "My corridors are being filled. Dylan, we're being infected!"
"Collectors going into Slipstream," Rhade said.
Dark blue mist began seeping into the Command Deck from the celing vents, air ducts, and conduits. The crew watched in horror as it settled on on their skin, soaking through their clothes, unable to do anything.
"Captain Hunt. Captain Hunt, are you alright?" Andromeda's screen image was concerned.
With effort, Dylan looked up. "We've been infected," he murmured in shock.