The last mission left Jill's nerves in frazzles. Even moving through the tram system she couldn't get over the feeling of being watched. Like a gazelle just grazing in the middle of the savannah while a Lion laid in wait to pounce it's prey.

Trying to loosen her nerves a bit, she reviewed some of the station's schematics. It had to be at least several kilometers in length…Or else the station wouldn't be necessary for transport. Furthermore the station was divided into six separate sectors. Each sector providing a different function for either it's crew or it's residents. Sector 2, which was the main shopping district of the station had been completely overtaken by the Xenomorph outbreak.

Her understanding of the situation had her thinking that Sector 1, which was the residential district was probably also similarly desolate due to the close proximity of it's location to the shopping district. But she couldn't be sure of sector's 3 through 6. Sector 4 at the very least was far and away from ground zero of the incident so there was a chance some of it's staff was still unharmed. The communications station was there.

From the intel on her map and from what few crew they were able to find and extract information from via their data links, she knew that it wasn't JUST communications there. But the entire operational headquarters for the station. It was the brains behind all of Xeres. Those who worked in the district handled the day to day lives of the inhabitants of Xeres. From maintaining the localized pressure, the gravity and even ensured the station did not just float away from it's pre determined flight path. EVERYTHING was done in sector 4…

It was also the location of the Captain's last known transponder signal. If they were lucky they could find the Cap in his crew quarters on station, or within the safety of the bridge. IF it was still safe anyway.

Sarge checked the status of his assault weapons, ensuring none of them were jammed in the last few seconds that they'd have before the tram came to a stop. They'd left Roger to operating the lift but he couldn't help but worry about the man. They were good with a rifle, and when it came to their buddies he'd jump into hell itself to get them out of harms way…

But he also knew how paranoid the man could be in dark places. They both served in the military for a few tours before they were given their honorable discharge and started working as part of Weyland Yutani's private military force. Though it's CALLED a military faction he couldn't help but wonder if they were simply the muscle to get help the corporate big wigs win the huge contracts through physical intimidation... He'd never put a hand on someone that wasn't a legitimate target, but it still felt like their size and experience were being used for less than ideal situations.

"We're arriving at Xeres Station sector 4."

The voice came from the cockpit. Roger had settled into the role of an engineer rather quickly and while he was sad to leave it…he started the process of decelerating the tram. They'd need to hit this perfectly or they'll have to make a full loop back around to get to their destination. That was NOT an option considering every precious second counted to curb this infection.

"Why did I have to be stationed here of all places…We could have gone to mars…or maybe back on earth but no…We're at a hunk of space debris." Roger sighed to himself while checking some of the camera's on board the tram to ensure nothing would sneak up on them. All clear…For now.

There was a high pitched whine that filled the tram car as the brakes were pulled, slowing their momentum down as the station started coming slowly into view. Jill was checking her own sidearm as she approached the door, only for the Sarge to gently push her aside. He had no intention of letting her jump out first, as protective as he was.

The doors hissed open and Sarge stepped out, rifle in hand, as he turned from left to right, making sure their flanks were secured before taking a couple steps forward. It felt quiet…way too quiet for his tastes…Not even usual sounds a ship of this size was prone to making. It felt…dead.

Then the man raised a fist at shoulders height, indicating it was all clear for the rest of them to step out. Pattering of footsteps filled the man's ears as his companions stepped out. Roger was the last to come out of the tram but the moment he stepped out the doors hissed shut.

"It's so dark…forboding…" Roger didn't like it. Everyone had to turn on their flashlight's so that they wouldn't trip on their own feet, much less each other. Stacks of crates were strewn about from left to right…Some of the androids…the Working Joe's, were shut off. Half of them were just standing, idle. While others were in the middle of their tasks, laboring to pick up crates that were designated elsewhere but had shut off before their jobs were finished.

"They must be connected to the sector's generator. OK…Same as Sector 2, we'll find the power generator and get this station back on line." Jill didn't like the darkness any more than the rest of them. And so far there weren't any signs of a Xenomorph invasion in this sector. But they hadn't even approached the bridge yet so they couldn't 100% Confirm the safety of the bridge crew or the captain. They needed to play this smart…and keeping this place in the dark was not smart in the slightest.

"The Generator in this sector isn't too far off." Lars grabbed his data pad and flipped through some of the map schematics they had on hand. "We'll need to travel down this hall…And take a Right past the bridge. From there we should find the maintenance tunnel that leads directly to the Generator. I'd suggest going through the front door, but this generator's main access way Is INSIDE the bridge itself. Until we get power routed here we're not getting in there."

Working Joes…The sight of them always did leave Jill's skin crawling. She worked with them plenty back in the office where they consisted of one third of WT's full working force, but she always feared that they might turn violent. It didn't help that Alien Isolation had a theme of them going rogue and attacking Amanda. And this was already starting to feel too much like that game. The sector's however had her thinking she was in a mix between Alien Isolation and Metroid Fusion.

Maybe it was the fact she was jumping to different sectors, trying to avoid an infection. No, not Infection. She should KNOW better. These weren't parasites. They were a sentient, intelligent species that were doing what was best for their race to survive. She always dreamed of being able to observe a Xenomorph in her past life but now?

She wanted to get the hell out of this place. She needed to put her game face on.

"Well then we better get moving people. Sarge? Roger? Are you both with me like last time?"

Roger stared her down as if she'd grown a second head. He may not have liked this place either, but he wasn't going to leave a lady all to herself. Especially not one that's got the knowledge and know-how to survive an outbreak like this. "O-Of course Ma'am! I'm ready whenever you are."

There was a clicking sound as the Sarge did one last check to ensure his rifle was in working condition and slapped a fresh magazine right on home before giving Jill a reassuring nod. "Was there ever any doubt? We're going to get through this. Together."

She didn't know why, but as the Sarge took point she felt as though she was really hoping that statement would be true. They'd get out of this together, all in one piece. She had to believe it.

Elsewhere on the ship, Kyle's large, powerful frame was crawling through the tram system's tunnels. He and the rest of his siblings had cleared out Sector 2…there were no survivors by the end of their rounds and it was time to search through the other sectors for prey…for hosts…

Some of his brethren were following his lead…As though he were the alpha in a pack of wolves while others carried Facehugger eggs in their claws or tails. They would build nests in other sectors…spread out and away from him with time. But his interests lay in a different place.

That one human team…The one with the girl. They were headed for the power generators on the station…Unlike the other humans who were bunkering down and fortifying individual sectors, they were actively trying to bring the station back to life.

For Kyle this was a double edged sword…He knew that with the station powered up, the humans would be able to call for help…send some form of reinforcements, and thus more food for him and his siblings.

But on the other hand…This could work heavily in his favor. It was the reason which he spared them. He would use those humans, at least that was his intended purpose…to suit his own ends. For now…he just had to hope they would survive for that end.

Eventually he and the pack stopped in their tracks. Their sharp claws made a visible indent into the metal in which they had been clinging to.

Voices. He heard human voices further on down. He used his powerful tail blade to indicate the pack should remain still, before imprinting on them to not follow unless he gives them the signal. He would jump into the shadows, leaping on the ceiling and start to more quietly stalk his prey…

The reason was to determine if they were worthy of life, or worthy to be a footnote in his species new supremacy.

"This is insanity. Those things…! They're not normal!"

"Would you shut your mouth. With enough firepower they can be killed. That's true of any creature."

"But their blood man…! You saw what they did to Jim…He shot one clear in the chest and it kept going…and it's blood burned the poor SOB."

Kyle was listening to every word…Remaining silent as his vision adjusted to afford him a clear image. The Xenomorph biology was something to be feared…They could see heat…See sounds in some senses…kind of like they were running on sonar…and they had excellent vision in the dark. If this wasn't the very definition of an Apex predator then what WAS.

These three…They looked very…bland for lack of a better word. He was reminded of how the NPC's of Alien Isolation generally didn't have a noteworthy appearance unless they played a significant role in the plot's continuation. All except one of them…Their face brought up a memory. Though it wasn't his own. It was…his host.

* 4 year prior to Xeres Station *

James found himself sitting in the middle of a truck stop in Arkansas. He'd grown up in the south and always dreamed of getting off this rock to explore other worlds, see other colonies. He'd worked his butt off back at the academy and graduated with honors. He was clean shaven, sharply dressed and ready to leave once the order had been given.

Upon his enlistment, due to his hard work in the academy he was offered a promotion right out of the gate. Private First Class. He wasn't great, but at least he could be proud to be out of the school and on to fight the good fight.

Right now the young Private was sitting at the front counter, holding a glass of whiskey he'd yet to take a swig of that had darkened with age. Would that happen to him when he finally got off this world? Would he become blackened by what he was about to experience? He'd heard the tales from the Sergeant's that made his life hell at the academy, each one had a dream that they would be a hero.

His eyes glanced down at the mahogany finish that the counter had been made of and turned only when he heard the soft chime of a bell that signaled someone new had stepped into the bar. It was another cadet, no…recruit that had just finished graduating from the same institute that he'd just gotten out of.

Their tan skin and black crew cut style hair stood out to James as did their more muscled physique. They stood at about 6'2 and dwarfed James by a few inches. Their green eyes locked onto their fellow recruit and took a seat right on beside him.

"Well if it isn't Jamey. Don't tell me you're coming here to drink away your sorrows. We haven't even been deployed yet and you want to get yourself wasted?"

"Very funny Sam." James scowled and finally took his first gulp of the dark beverage. It was a bit early for it, but the sudden presence of Samuel, or Sam as they called him, definitely gave him the urge to finally start. "If you must know, I'm trying to lessen my nerves. I'm shipping out tomorrow."

"No kidding." Sam took little time in taking a seat beside his fellow recruit and started with a cold beverage of his own. He didn't ask for anything specific, just for whatever the woman behind the counter recommended for him this early in the day. "Where are you being shipped off to? Luna? Zagreus?"

"Don't know. All I was told is that my first assignment will have me shipping off to work in a colonial setting. I'll be leaving Earth. It's a four year thing so I probably won't be back here for awhile."

A bellyful laugh came out of Sam as he listened to James mention off his plans and put one hand on his well trimmed stomach before taking a shot. "You were scouted and put on an assignment you have no clue what you're getting into?"

"What about you? Are you getting deployed somewhere?"

"…Don't change the subject!" Sam waved his hand dismissively as he chugged the contents of his glass and set it back onto the table. "Luna…I'm going to be helping instruct a few recruits at the Luna Academy. Go figure, they send your scrawny ass on an adventure but they're leaving me to sit behind a desk.

"It won't be that bad." James took one last sip of his drink and reached towards a bowl of peanuts and popped a few into his mouth. "Last I checked you loved giving your fellow recruits hell and play Sergeant when ours wasn't looking."

"Yeah but I'll just be an assistant in this case. I won't actually BE the one in charge."

This time it was James' turn to let out a small chuckle. He took one last peanut before exhaling. "You were the top of the class. They'll want someone like you making sure other recruits get out there and know that they won't blow their own foot off like Levenski did during firearms training."

There was a visual cringe on Sam's part when he was reminded of that moment and gestured for the woman at the desk to pour him another shot before gulping it in one go. "Don't remind me…Oy vey…OK."

He swiveled his chair around, making sure to look James dead in the eye and gave him a light bump on the chest with his fist. "You go on with your assignment. Stop worrying so much and don't drink such a heavy drink so damn early got it? You're going to be just fine too. You graduated with honors and got a promotion on graduation. Whatever they saw in you, they see enough that they think you're ready for something like this."

"Four years…We'll meet up again once your tour is over. Then we'll REALLY have something to drink about. Deal?"

Sam's speech was something that James had gotten used to many a times back in the barracks. The man loved to play as though he were in charge, and kept much of their school mates in check. And despite his rather intimidating appearance, the man knew what to say to calm his fellows down. It was almost enough to get James to burst into another fit of laughter before he grabbed the fist that was at his chest and loosened the fingers so that he could shake their hand.

"You got it. We'll meet up again. Count on it."

It was something out of a movie. Sometimes these memories would come in and out of Kyle's consciousness. James was gone…dead so that he might live, and yet somehow a part of his old host lived on inside of him. The very thought that whom he was staring at now…Samuel, one of James' old colleagues was with this trio of soldiers. He had a much more intimidating air to him now.

His cut somehow looked all the more fierce in green military fatigues and deep black boots, and the intimidating and damaging scar just under the man's left eye. Kyle could only WONDER what happened to him these last 4 years. And the other two in his care… Were they recruits he was currently training? Or are they seasoned marines?

"Are YOU hit Marine?" Sam put one hand on the shoulder of his fellow soldier. "Jim was an unfortunate incident…We had no way of knowing their blood was so caustic. But now, we're ready and aware. And we still have a job to do."

It was bland. Far as Kyle was concerned there was a spark missing from this man that had been present in James' memory. Maybe the last 4 years did something to him. It was painful to consider, knowing that this human was someone whom his host had at least some fond memories of just probably wouldn't survive this coming storm.

In Kyle's momentary lapse of judgement, he could hear the hissing of his brethren approaching and completely forgot about the drones he was leading further into the ship. The Queen had given them orders. Find new hosts…and with his siblings so close, he wouldn't be able to deny that request so easily…But maybe he could direct them away…Scare the humans off so that they might not be sitting ducks waiting to be slaughtered.

Samuel scowled at his whimpering squad mate and started doing a check up of his own gear. Normal gunfire wasn't going to cut it, so he needed to play smart. They all did. "Come on. We're almost in Sector 3. We can find a bunker to rest up from there, check our inventory and figure out what to do from there."

Truth be told was there anything they COULD do? They began with a squad of 12 but that number dwindled from 10 to 5 and now they were down to their last 3. Some break this was.

The man wished he was still sitting at the Luna base, teaching cadets the ins and outs of combat. But this didn't follow ANY of the rules of engagement. It's been…primal. These things couldn't be talked to, couldn't be negotiated with in a surrender. It was fight or be killed. Or be dragged away by one of those…things…

*Hiiiiiisssssss!*

His own internal thoughts were cut off when he heard the terrifying sound that reverberated through the tunnel. Quickly snapping his flashlight attachment onto his rifle he started making quick sweeps to his front and back all while taking a few steps back. That sounded way too close…He took one more step back, and focused his flashlight up towards the ceiling where he saw it.

A lone Alien Warrior…Staring them down from the ceiling. It's jaw was gaping, drool dripping down to the floor below. It's second mouth visible and glinting in the flashlight's illumination. The creature was looking them over…Looked like they were sizing up their prey.

"Marines…Move-move-move!"

His soldiers didn't need to be told twice. Both of them heard the sound and began marching through the tunnel away from it. Boots tramped on making a rather thudding sound almost like thunder as they moved. They damn well couldn't outrun these Xenomorphs but they couldn't stay behind and fight either. Not in this dark tunnel. There were no turns, no maintenance hatches down this long stretch of road…Just a lot of metallic flooring with their path being laid out by the tracks of the rail station.

There was a big one…a Warrior of all things. But they were alone. It hissed once and leapt off the ceiling and crashed into the straggling member of the group, pinning them to the ground.

The marine yelped as he was roughly thrown into the metallic flooring and looked up to meet the gaze of his attacker. At least…he thought it was their eyes. That rigid structure…large muscular body was a lot more streamlined compared to the smaller drones they'd encountered. But the drool dripping on his cheeks only told him that regardless of the caste…these things were deadly. "Oh god…Captain help me!" It was a momentary lapse in his judgement that he screamed. He saw that second mouth, sharp teeth that looked as though they could crunch through bone before everything went dark.

Sam and his remaining squad made watched that second jaw act like a piston and smash right through their fallen comrades skull. It was over in a flash…He was gone.

The captain gritted his teeth and pulled a pin from his waist and tossed it in the direction of that…monster. There was a bright flash that ensued only a second later before he grabbed his subordinate by the shoulder and urged him to run.

That flashbang was the last thing Kyle expected. From the memories he had of James, he expected more lethal force. But it WAS the right move, as even with his intellect and lack of visible eyelids, the flash bang had done a considerable job of scrambling his heat sensing organs. He shoved the carcass aside and clawed at the surrounding area as though he were expecting them to be within his reach.

By the time his senses regained their functionality the other two were nowhere to be found. They must have taken this opportunity to run, but judging by the lack of sound being bounced off his senses, or the lack of a heat source they were already well on their way through the tunnel.

Good…that'll put a little pep in their step…If they knew an entire colony of Xenomorph's were at their backs then they'd be inspired to well…NOT dawdle in the belief that they were safe. ANYWHERE on this ship. Now he just needed to keep it up. It pained him to kill one marine, if only for the fact he had once been an officer himself. But he also had a queen, siblings who counted on him to get the tasks set out to them to do. They weren't civilians…Marines knew the risks when they enlisted in the military…

That was the reasoning Kyle had when he decided to take that leap. And then, just as he finished his prey, his brethren…his drones began their own hunt. They were starting to fill into the tunnel, to give chase for the humans that they now knew where here. Humans that would serve as hosts to expand their hives.

From here on, whether Sam lived or died would depend on his own instincts. If he didn't…then He and James would have that reunion in the afterlife…as well as through himself and whatever Xenomorph was formed from their host.

It took them some squeezing into but Jill was able to wiggle her way through the maintenance tunnels and slide into the generator room. This time there weren't ANY civilian bodies to me found. No blood or guts…

What WAS there however, were a pair of working Jo's, offline and standing by the Generator door as though they were about to perform some task on the ship that was put on pause the moment the station all went offline.

Their soulless eyes, powered down left her uneasy. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be here either, but with the Sarge and Roger at her side, crawling in just behind her she felt a little better about the situation.

"We're here…And these…dolls are here too…Why are they not moving? Batteries go out?" Roger walked towards one of the powered down husks and gave their fingers a few taps as though he were expecting them to spring up all of a sudden.

"They're sector drones. Seegson manufactured these…things to compete with Synths from the company. At least that's what some people assume. But there's a difference…"

Lars climbed out of the maintenance tunnel and dusted off some of the grime that had collected on his suit from having traversed the tunnel. "Synthetics like myself are made to imitate humans. We look and feel human at a glance, whereas Joes are given the bare minimum…Their pale white skin is a durable rubber and unlike synthetic eyes like my own, they're powered on LED's. They also lack the sophistocation of facial movement and expression. Their voices are also not nearly as complex as our own…If you've heard a computer's text to talk function then you've heard a Working Joe."

"ooookay. So…why aren't they moving then? Far as I know there aren't any batteries powering YOU up right?" Roger asked with a mostly uninterested expression. He found these dolls creepy…and just the fact they could up and walk and talk was just…it made him uneasy.

"As I said…they're sector drones. They're designed to work in line with the sector they're programmed to reside in. In this case…Sector 4 is their home…When the power was forcefully shut down they powered down along with them. Soon as the generator's powered back up they'll continue their processes."

That sounds worrisome. They don't know WHAT the last directive for these working Joe's was…for all they knew it was to kill anyone on sight. Alien Isolation had so many of these jerks out to kill Amanda that by the end of the game, Jill was just happy to be done with it.

"Well…No rest for the weary…Everyone guns out just in case." Jill wasn't used to taking such a demanding tone, but her experience with these things really was bleeding out in her words as she cranked the lever and had one hand's fingers crossed.

The humm of life started shaking up the Generator as it began to well…generate power back into the station. Light flickered off and on before brightening up the room. The two Joe's that were in the room even stood up stiff and straight before walking right out of the room, the door hissing wide open before shutting behind them.

For some reason, as those eyes lit up with that eerie yellow glow she'd expected them to go on the attack, but they completely ignored them. Why…? Was her worry really that unfounded. This was a different station after all, so why did EVERYTHING have to be the same? They weren't on Sevestapol, and this colony station was a bit more complex than the one Amanda had been stranded on.

"Jill...Oi Jill."

The girl snapped herself out of her own thoughts. The Sarge was looking at her with concern, rifle raised and at his chest. He was locking eyes with hers, and using a hand to guide her away from the generator, towards the door. "We have a job to do."

"Right...Sorry. I guess I just had home on the brain."

It wasn't an outright lie. But it wasn't the whole truth either. Nevertheless, she took in one long deep breath before walking towards the automatic door, the pistons hissing briefly before the bridge spilled out in front of them. From Jill's perspective, it reminded her of the communications center that you'd see at an airport. So many monitors that were built into the crew stations, not to mention the 7 or 8 that were hanging over the walls. The room was large and spacious and yet...nobody was there to man their stations. Every monitor was shut off, save for a few, which some of the Working Joe's were occupying. Were they a replacement for a legitimate crew? Or maybe they were programmed to replace lost members...

Either thought made Jill feel sick. It meant the people on this station were, from the beginning entrusting their lives with inorganic life. She almost thought the whole idea was sick, up until she passed one of the stations to see an ID card.

"Communications Specialist...Kiara Luna..."

Jill flipped the card over to see the image of a middle aged brunette female in a black suit. Or what she thought was a black suit...The image only covered her face and shoulders. Those green eyes of hers were piercing...But why was her ID card HERE...And her body was not? There were no signs that this bridge had been overrun. No signs of an insurrection or Alien interception...There would be more blood. Rather...It looked as though everyone just...filed out.

That didn't make sense. Why were the monitors offline in the middle of a crisis...Sure the power going offline would cut off any kind of delivery to the systems, but something about this still felt off.

"Kiara...did she leave this pass here on purpose? Did she forget it...?" Jill slipped the card into her jeans and tried to file that thought away for now. A pass that belongs to the bridge crew could come in handy. Especially after all the hell they've been going through up till now. "Where do we stand, Lars?"

The Synth was walking towards an empty console and powered the monitor on. His eyes scanning over several lines of data that were going over the computer before inputting his own identification through the system. What he found was...alarming, but his voice remained level. "From the HUMAN crew...Their last date of entry was roughly 8 hours ago."

"Oooookay. And what was it that was logged in at the time?" Jill decided to come take a look for herself, one hand on Lars' shoulder while she peered at the monitor. She'd let him explain but she still wanted to get a detailed accounting on everything herself. She had the field knowledge to understand this. She'd studied extensively so that something like computer science wouldn't trip her up. "Was there any reason they'd leave a crew card behind?"

"That was probably a mistake on her part. But one that will probably play very well in your favor. We'll need it for where you need to go next..."

"Why do I feel like I'm not going to like this..."

Lars turned his head so he was looking Jill in the eyes. He might look real, but there was no real emotion in his eyes even as he tried to make some form of connection with her. It was almost as though he were doing it for theatrics. "The good news is, and something you're definitely going to like is that the Captain is alive. Or at least, he WAS at the time of this last log entry."

Taking a small breath, though unnecessary, Lars began to read an excerpt from the log. "Xeres Station... July 17. 16:55, Xeres Station is compromised by some sort of parasite based on eye witnesses from Sector's 1 and 2. The creatures are attacking, hunting humans down. With our outside communications currently unavailable due to a hack, The captain is hereby ordering the shutdown of Xeres Station as a means to slow down infection rates. All crew are being ordered to evacuate to Sector 4's emergency bunker."

The meaning behind Lars earlier statement became clear to Jill. They were in sector 4 themselves right now...So wherever they were going now would be IN system without the need to get back onto the tram. But the question then became, where is this bunker?

"So we're going on an adventure. But now begs the question...if they were going to shutdown Xeres...Why evacuate to this bunker?"

"The ventilation in this emergency bunker is small. Too small for one of those specimens to crawl through. It's also stocked with 6 months supply of food and water. The crew won't starve if they rationed themselves. But the problem would be getting out." Lars tapped a few buttons on the keypad to bring up the layout of Sector 4's design. Most of it was private housing for each of the station's crew. 8 of which were marked out with the last being the Captain's quarters. Even the Bridge and generator was marked on this map.

"The idea was to set the shutdown on a timer...Everything on Xeres requires power to run...Unless it's on the Auxiliary generators which are in the basement of Sector 2...Which as you know...is near ground zero. Nobody can get there to power THOSE babies up...And the Xenomoph's lack the tools to get them up and running anyway. Once the power's shut down, everything else becomes locked down too. Doors, trains, monitors...you name it."

The visual representation on the monitor emphasized this point by animating a graph of red squares lining into place around each quarter of the station's private quarters, indicating a lockdown. "Once the power's shut off, the bunker can't be accessed even if you have a card key, like the one you have on your possession now. That said...on the inside it's got an old 21st century mini generator and enough fuel that they won't be cold for awhile. Nothing powerful enough to give electricity to an entire sector...but enough to keep THAT room safe and secure, and enable an open channel for communication in the event the infection has been cut down."

"That still means they shut the station down, KNOWING that other civilians wouldn't be able to get to safety. They weren't thinking about the entire populace." Jill argued with a bit of anger seething into her voice. She knew from a sensible perspective that what they did was RIGHT, but they also condemned everyone else to a harder time on station.

"You're preaching to the choir Jill." The Synth's face remained deadpan as he once again shifted the monitor's focus and input a series of coordinates right into it's interface before sending it directly to her own data pad. "Even if he hadn't shut down the station, those lives would have been gone and we both know it. This was his only option to ensure at least some people had a chance to get out. That card you have in your possession? It's going to be just what you need to get to the Captain."

Jill looked down at her pocket then a realization dawned on her. Maybe...the card WASN'T Dropped on purpose. If the crew were all aware of the situation...And they were evacuating together then it was plausible one of them left their card specifically in case help arrived. With the station down, there wouldn't be any SOS being relayed to other colonies out in the area. They literally just had to hope someone on the station KNEW their way around a situation like this and would get them out of here.

Sadly, this card intended to be a lifeline, might end up damning other people to their deaths...The Captain was vital to their job though. They needed the Captain's clearance not only to get a signal out there for help...But also to gather the intel behind WHY this outbreak even occurred. If someone knew anything, it would be the captain. Jill was going to find out what that was.

As a Xenobiologist, she held the highest success percentage in this room. She knew how the Aliens moved. She knew how they behaved and what to do to avoid them if she hasn't already been detected. But right now she needed to figure a few things out. Checking her pistol once more, she steeled herself for another leg up on this horrifying adventure and nodded towards Lars.

"Let's find whatever we can salvage here. If there's any scraps that we can find, I can use it to make my way to the bunker"

"That WE can use to make our way to the bunker." The Sarge corrected, rifle slung over his shoulder. "You came up with two sure fire ways to avoid those...things before. But you're not a soldier. You're going to need some muscle out there."

"Right." Jill corrected herself, reminding her that she did have a team to back her up. She didn't have to do this alone. It also meant she had to work extra hard for their sake too. "I have 2 flash bangs on me and a Noise maker. If we can make about...oooh...3 more flashes, and 2 noise makers then I think we can get through this without trouble."

Of course, that's assuming the working Joe's don't turn on them.

"How about a Molotov for good measure?"

The one to suggest that was Roger. He pulled himself out from a cabinet below one of the communications tables and took out two bottles of Vodka, a somewhat devilish grin on his face that was almost laughable considering how jumpy he'd been for the brunt of their excursion up until now. Perhaps he was just as eager to get off this tub...Or maybe the news of the crew being alive gave him something to fight for.

"Molotov..." Jill liked it. She knew Xenomorph's had a dislike for fire so it could work in their favor. Scare off any potential attackers and they can proceed to their destination. "Bring that here. We're going to make a few party favors..."

This would work. It would just take a little bit of ingenuity...