First Contact

Faolan quickly took the troop to the housing area for the special detail. There were many who cried at the sight of food, low that it was. Others were happy that there was an operating shower. Some just fell silent, after finding out that a true safe haven was literally meters away from where they were. And while each on had lost someone dear, they did not show it, yet. Faolan watched this and left with no one noticing.

I need you to go and locate other survivors and lead them here, start on this floor and move down then up. Faolan projected his thoughts to Skoll. Towards Hati he thought, go and procure resources for the group. Both acknowledge their orders and moved out. Smiling to himself he removed the drum from his pistol and placed it in his pack, replacing it with a smaller clip. Then pulled his M4 and after making sure it was loaded and chambered, decided that he would check the engines of the ship first. If the engines are out, it would not matter if he saved everyone for they would die shortly after provisions were used up. He quickly made his way down the hallway towards the stairs that led directly down. Entering the stair way, he quickly looked down to ensure that there were no surprises waiting for him. Aiming down the sights and seeing nothing he put the weapon into a ready stance and moved down the stairs.

He was relieved that nothing happened in the stairway. Stairways are too cramped and that makes it difficult to get perfect line of sight. Once he reached the bottom with no complications, he pressed his left side against the wall towards the door. He cracked the door and peered through keeping his weapon at the ready. Suddenly he noticed he could hear his own heartbeat, shutting the door, he quickly turned on a new song. Once he heard "Vicarious" by TOOL come one he relaxed. Needing music to help keep him centered was key, otherwise his old habits would resurface. Worse than that, he could have a panic attack due to claustrophobia. Ever since that old bastard confined him as punishment he never did well with cramp places. Hence why he chose the stairway instead of the elevator. As "Vicarious" played he moved his way out, using the tempo to slow his movement and keep him alert. Especially from things afar. He was wishing that he had a night vision scope, or a heat vision scope. But at the moment all he had was iron sights.

Owner, there are 8 people in a room 25 feet ahead of you, Skoll reported in.

Got it. Take them up and check on the comatose woman that is in the rest area. Then continue your search. Report the findings to me. Faolan quickly gave Skoll his orders. After receiving acknowledgement, he kept moving forward, and saw Skoll leading the survivors back to the rest area.

"Hold, Skoll, I got a quick question for them." Faolan told his wolf. Who promptly sat on its hunches and waited for his owner to be finished.

"No, we must keep moving, once they know we left they will come back." An older woman stated in a rush.

"Its just two questions, ma'am, 1. Were any of you attacked and if so how long ago? 2. Who in this group can use a weapon?" Faolan stated. The last member of the group raised his hand.

"I was in SecDiv (Author Note: Security Division, a lot of military organizations use acronyms for everything.) and while I lost my weapon, I am always willing to pick up another and fight back." This young man did not even look old enough to shave, shrugging his shoulders Faolan just looked at him.

"In the rest area I'm sending you to

has a small stockpile. Pick one and enough ammo for two mags or clips depending on the weapon you pick and keep order. If any others from your division show up, instruct them the same. If they give you any issues, inform them that the Wolf prowls the halls and will be back. You can also contact me through the female doctor that is there." The young man nodded.

"Wait, before we continue can I ask a favor?" a young petite woman came forward and asked Faolan. Who in turn raised his eyebrows and nodded. "If you see my baby can you please bring him to me. He was in the nursery and even if it's his corpse I just want to hold him one last time. Please, bring him to me." (Author Note: I hit my own feels box here people)

"You got it miss, but I need a picture at least." Faolan told the woman. Who promptly pulled out a small project and it was a small vid of her and the child who couldn't of been any more then a few months old. Faolan eyes widen with shock. "How old is your child?"

"He's only 8 months, he was going to turn 9 months next week." Faolan cursed inwardly and placed his hand on the womans shoulder as she started to weep uncontrollably. 'Skoll take them now' Faolan instructed his wolf. He pushed the woman towards his wolf and after watching them leave, he pushed forward with renewed vigor.

Now knowing that were children on board, Faolan moved more

quickly and informed Hati that his secondary objective would be to find children and bring them to safety as well as provisions. After receiving acknowledgement, Faolan felt slightly better. But only slightly. He had hoped that the hell of earth would not follow to here in space, but it has. Innocent children being taken well before their time. It caused his rage to build up as he kept looking and finding nothing to kill, the memory of what he saw in the vent now gone. Suddenly he heard the start of 'Prayer' by Disturbed and started moving faster.

Owner, be warned, hostiles moving in on your directions from the east. Skolls notification brought Faolan back to himself and he immediately dropped to one knee and aimed down the hallway towards the east. What he saw disgusted him, but he remained at the ready. Moving its way into his light was a dual headed person who had a bloated body. Realizing that it was two bodies melding into one, Faolan promptly switched from auto to single shot on his rifle and placed two well aimed bullets into the knees of the creature. While it looked humanoid it was missing skin and some of the intestines were hanging out from both he front and back. With a sickening wet thud it hit the floor. Now with it in the best position Faolan fired one round into each skull. It stopped moving, keeping his weapon aimed on the creature he quickly looked around to make sure there were no others. As he was looking the ribcage exploded on the creature causing it to lift off the ground slightly. And Faolan heard small pitters as the ribs now moved the carcass forward. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, ssshhhit' Faolan thought to himself. Quickly back peddling he lowered his stance and shot of three more rounds into the body mass, the flash of the muzzle momentarily blinding him. Yet the creature did not stop, it kept moving forward.

Faolan started to sweat as the creature did not stop, and he did not want to waste ammunition. Grabbing his short sword, he rushed forward, jumped and as the creature reared its heads up, he plunged the short sword into its back, and using his momentum he tore the body in half. Using the flashlight, he quickly inspected the body. It stopped moving and seemed to be dead, but one cannot be to safe. Using his sword, he stabs the leg of the creature. Seeing no response Faolan pulled out his fire kit and lit the body on fire. It started screaming as the flames spread across the body. He stepped over the body and moved past it, not even thinking about what could of created that kind of monstrosity. Shaking his head he pushed forward, with only his light ot lead him onward.