"Yes sir!" The team shouted, as they walked up the titanium ramp that went into the ship doorway. David looked backwards at a group of workers carrying boxes to a loading robot. "Those twits. They should've joined the marines. But they had to load boxes. Bloody gay slobs if you ask me…" He muttered as he walked into the ship, shutting the door was he walked in. "Hey, isn't this the same ship those freaks took to that planet?" David blurted as he looked at old stains of blood and acid on the walls. "Yes! It is. Well, it's not actually, but it is the same type. As you can tell, it has the same design." Alex answered with a mild angry tune in his voice.
David had short brown hair, and black eyes. His face was muscular but thin. He had a goatee on his chin, and very small "Fuzz" on his head for hair. David's personality varies between a tough marine, to a tougher swearing marine. And he obviously loves chain guns. He wore a black SWAT team outfit with bulletproof armor on his chest and black leather gloves. But so did every other marine. They were all issued with the same armor. On his chest is a sheath for his jagged edged combat knife, and a rope of bullets. His boots were black, and made of tough fabric which was resistant to water, blood, and most other fluids. On his black helmet he wrote, "Death Bringer".
"Air lock doors preparing for opening. All workers evacuate central Boarding bay B. I repeat, air lock doors opening. All workers evacuate!" A woman's voice said in an alarming scared voice through load speakers in the room. The marines strapped into their seats, and started talking as they heard the air lock doors opening. "Well Alex, I presume you're the leader of this squad, right?" The pilot said as I leaded over his right shoulder to look at Alex. "Yeah, wait, yes! Yes I am. Well, David actually is, but he doesn't count…" Alex said jokily as he looked at David. "Forget you Alex! I'll kick your lazy fat butt for saying that you freak!" David yelled as he reached to un-buckle himself from the seat. "Hey! Stay buckled. We're about to go into deep space. You know what happened last time…" The pilot said in a surprised voice as he turned around to look at David. "I'll show you deep space…" He murmured as he pulled his hand away from the buckle.
The ship took off from the ground and flew out of the air lock doors, which was a strange feeling for the marines. "I hate that feeling! I makes me feel sick." Richard, one of the squad members said as they flew out of the airlocks at an alarming speed and into space. "Okay marines, look sharp! After ten minutes you'll reach Starship Alpha. From there you'll go into the ship and then search for survivors. The reason I wanted you to go to this ship is because they have extremely valuable cargo inside. And for some reason we lost transmission with the crew, and the ship stopped. So, you guys need to sweep in, find out what happened, and get out. That's all. Wait! What's this!" General Harrison said through a radar transmission hastily. But for some reason the transmission was cut off. "What the heck…? What happened?" David yelled as he heard the transmission get cut off. "I have no clue, but you got your orders. We'll reach the ship within ten minutes." The pilot answered as he pondered some thoughts in his mind.
"General Harrison! Come in Harrison! They're everywhere! We've been trapped in the emergency radio room! The cargo escaped and attacked the workers! They laid eggs in them sir! Oh no! They're coming through the walls! Help us sir; where are the marines? We shouldn't have tried to capture them. Oh god, they're coming! Hold them off men! What the- no! Get it off! Its on my face! Get it of-" A terrified ship captain pled into the video transmission as "The Cargo" started to attack. He voice was horse, light, and frightened to death. He was covered in sweat and blood, and his red uniform was ripped. And there was a strange acid like burn on his left cheek…
"No! This can't be! Those fools… I can't send my marines there! They'll die with only handguns…" Harrison screamed as he grabbed his hair and cursed furiously at the blank video screen. "Should I tell them…" He pondered as he reached to pick up the radio…