Cull the Chaff

It only takes around thirty minutes for the aliens to start squealing everything they knew... Which is lucky, considering the fact the aliens had finally realised he was on board their ship.

The information itself essentially went 'Bridge... Center... Is.', meaning the bridge was at the centre of the ship, which, judging by how god damn big the place is, might take a bit of navigation.

As Afton was wrapping up the interrogation, the door to the room suddenly explodes open via some sort of weapon. Through the smoke, many aliens wearing high-tech looking armour run inside, all pointing strange laser weapons at him.

In response, he just has its root throw the cocooned aliens at them, the group opening fire on the unfortunate captured victims, vaporizing them as cocoon fragments slam into the aliens... By the time this happens though, Afton was already moving faster than the aliens could perceive, appearing behind them with his Ultra-Chainsword at the ready.

*SWING!*

He bisects two in one go, sending a fierce kick into the other's present, snapping their fragile spines in two as if they were twigs.

He rushes out of the room afterwards, stepping into an incredibly long-looking hallway... Blast doors slam down either side of him, the aliens attempting to restrict his movement... Which would have worked, had he not gained so many stat points due to their attempt at genocide.

*CRASH!*

A single punch almost entirely destroys the blast door, a massive indentation forming as he prepares another. Again.

*CRASH!!!!*

*CLATTER!*

The heavy metal blast door skitters down the hallway after the second punch, Afton beginning to run down the hallway... Only for more blast doors to appear.

Not only that, by turrets appear from the walls and ceiling, all immediately shooting volleys of lasers at him.

In response, he just uses [Diamond Skin] and ignores the attacks... These lasers were nowhere near powerful enough to actually harm him at this point, allowing him to sprint at the blast door and send a fierce kick at it.

*CRASH!*

Yet another blast door is destroyed, but down the hallway Afton could see many, many more descending, making him growl out in irritation. Shaking his head, he begins to sprint at them, simply charging and slamming his shoulder into them.

There isn't much resistance as he goes clear through the blast doors, each of them getting torn apart like wet paper... Occasionally there'd be a stray alien who'd gotten caught up in the lockdown, but they were easily trampled underfoot as Afton passes.

Eventually, Afton reaches the end of this long-ass hallway and accidentally smashes through the wall, ending up in a sort of cryo-storage room... Many pods lining the floor that were containing the aliens were stored here... He could even see some humans through the frosty glass...

Shaking his head with consternation, he checks the device next to the pod, quickly realising why all these people and aliens were here... "Psykers?" he mutters with slight anger.

The aliens appeared to be trying to analyse psykers, and attempting to see if they could transfer those abilities into their own race... This was probably why psykers were so rare in the wasteland... The aliens kept abducting them... There must've been around three thousand humans here, but judging by the experimentation logs, they'd dissected far more than that.

...

If the aliens hadn't been extracting Psykers from the population... Would humans have slowly evolved into Psykers? As the next stage of evolution?... Afton wasn't sure, but it seemed likely, after all, Rose had acquired abilities similar to his own, and there wasn't really any data on the subject anyway.

He rubs the bridge of his nose, unsure of what to do now... His original plan to just blow this ship up had to be scrapped unless he wanted to murder all the people imprisoned here... There weren't that many humans remaining on earth after the aliens attack, so if he reintroduced these people into the population, Psykers would probably become a common phenomenon.

It was ironic how the alien's plan may have backfired on them... They'd essentially saved the strong, and culled the chaff of the human population... Given time to repopulate, Afton doubted any species would be able to challenge humans at all... Especially considering the humans seemed to be the only ones who had psykers in their midst. At least, according to the documents the aliens had on the subject.

He was left with just one problem though... What to do with them in the meantime... If he let them out, they could be at risk of getting murdered by the aliens if he wasn't careful... He couldn't forget the fact they were still onboard the alien mothership...

But, if he didn't let them out, the aliens might just try to pull the plug on the cryo pods without letting them out, basically freezing them to death as their bodies thawed from the required temperature.

He shakes his head, walking over to the terminal controlling the entire cryo-pod system. He targets all the human captives and presses the 'activate' button, causing the cryo-pods to begin letting their captives out.

The sound of air escaping each of the pods is almost deafening, and the temperature in the room instantly drops a few degrees due to the cryo-pods opening...

Afton walks over to the nearest pod and looks down at the man slowly blinking in confusion, he was an African-American man with tight braids that went down to his neck... He looked very strong, with a toned body covered in many scars, most looking as if they were caused by large animals.

"Madha hadatha? the man slowly asks, as if testing whether or not his mouth and tongue works.

Afton crooks a brow when his language acquisition skill determines that the language he spoke is Arabic, something he didn't think still existed two hundred years after the great war...

As for what the man had asked? He'd said 'What happened?'.

Afton coughs into his fist and looks down at him, "You were captured by aliens, I am here to save you, and everyone else here." he states, obviously causing the African man some confusion.