The Rising Storm

[Grey]

@Kagura


A cluster of four stasis pods, deep in the belly of a Magus ship.


Derelict, now. As you emerge, the lights are flickering or dead, the tight confines of the stasis tomb overgrown with trembling biomechanical tendrils and pulsing veins. Eerie screams echo down the distorted corridors. The other three pods are empty.


And worst, you are unarmed.

Spoiler

We'll assume your other posts happened here.


You can hear rattling footsteps and hear alien cries down the corridors directly ahead. You can perhaps retreat down the corridor at your rear, or into the vents above.


run Bandi they are too many an escape pod is waiting says a voice over your datalink, urgent.

 

[Kagura]

Antariksha was quick to flip into survival mode, no longer surrounded by the eerie quiet it could drown out - instead there was footsteps and familiar cries. It was unarmed, and the voice in it's head had told it to run, something Antariksha had momentarily hesitated in before taking the back passage, suddenly questioning as to who's voice had spoken, and why it had listening so easily.

 

[Grey]

Memories of the layout flood back, more muscle-memory than things of the mind. Left here, right there, a drop down an empty elevator shaft crawling with technorganic protuberances.


Signs for the escape pods are seared into a bare patch of bulkhead, unmolested by the alien growth, but feet from the hangar you see your enemy.


It might have been a loading machine, once - a blocky, matte robot on tracked treads, hauling supplies to and fro across the expanse of the hangar bay. No longer.


The casing has deformed and twisted, becoming a second skin over writhing tendrils. Eyes have opened across the surface, and the manipulator mechanisms have burst into fronds of fangs, fingers, and stingers. It does not appear to have noticed you yet.