AUTOMATED EMERGENCY COMMAND IS NOW ONLINE
POWER INTERRUPTION DETECTED
BACKUP POWER STATUS: ONLINE
SENDING REQUEST TO CENTRAL COMPUTER
REQUEST:0Z01329 APPROVED
COMMAND: LAUNCH SEQUENCE 0090
SEQUENCE HAS BEGUN; ALL SYSTEMS OK
SCANNING MODE IN PROGRESS
SUBJECT STATUS: NORMAL
SUSPENDED ANIMATION STATUS: STABLE
EVALUATING
COMMAND: LAUNCH SEQUENCE 0099
SUBJECT REVIVAL IS NOW IN PROGRESS
Location: Mars, Tharsis Bulge, Sinai Planum of Syria-Thaumasia block
Mars City
Coordinates: 77.92S, 3.976W
The UAC Martian colony was located to the West of massive dormant volcanoes and South from a large crater. Interconnected buildings were topped with receiving dishes and transmission antennas. Conduits stretch across the surface of the rust coloured exterior walls, the colony held an administrative center, a research complex, a fusion power plant, UAAF emergency deployment barracks and other critical installations.
Major Martinez was in his office, a disassembled plasma rifle was on his desk. He was sitting in his office chair while cleaning a flow distribution node with a wire brush. The Sergeant placed the cleaned module on his desk and began rebuilding the rifle. He was reattaching a coiled wire from the plasma manifold to the micro-reactor when Command signaled his terminal, he reaches forward and taps the receiver icon. Admiral Frost appears on the monitor.
"Major, I hope your men are ready for action. We have a situation emerging, we need you and your squad to head up to Phobos, Code Red" explains Frost.
"Code Red? What's going on up there?" Martinez asks, eyes fixed on the Admiral as he continued to assemble the rifle.
"I'm afraid that's classified, your team will receive their briefing on route to the moon"
"I'm getting real sick of all this secrecy, Admiral" Martinez replies.
"Martinez, this is an emergency!" explains Frost.
"Yeah, I'm sure it is" he says, snapping together the rifle's remaining components and standing to his feet, me and my men are ready for action"
"Good luck, Major" Frost says, reaching to close the channel.
He locks the rifles safety and lacing the strap over his shoulder, then walks a short distance to the squad barrack.
"Attention!" he commands as he steps inside, the marines quickly abandon their distractions and scramble to their feet in front of the bunks.
Martinez silently scrutinizes his troops before speaking, the Marines were wearing casual civilian clothes, emphasizing the rarity of deployments. The barracks was a long-stretching cabin with green alloy walls.
"No time for formalities, men. We have a code red situation ongoing, we're ordered to head to Phobos and provide assistance. Lets go" he orders.
Minutes later, the marines were suited in their armour, gripping their helmets along the inner rim, marching into the spacious Hangar Bay and filing into the large waiting space vessel. The name along the side of the ship was the UAAF Hurricane. They fill the deployment area and step onto the ship, their plasma rifles were locked in cabinets along the wall. After completing flight checks they open the hangar door, the Hurricane rolls through and onto the connecting runway outside, picking up speed. Thrusters ignite and the pilot pulls back the throttle and the ship streaks into the Martian sky.
Martinez emerges from the bridge and addresses his troops
"Now that we're off Mars, we can review our briefing" he says.
He accesses the orders from a holographic screen displaying the spinning symbol of the UAAF.
"Play mission briefing" the sergeant says.
Admiral Frost appears on the monitor.
"Hello marines, the Admiral begins, the following orders are classified. We recently received distress calls from Phobos, reports indicate that the base is being invaded by alien creatures. It's unknown just what kind of threat you'll be facing, but reports lead us to believe that they have the potential to be extremely dangerous. We want your team to head to Phobos and evacuate as many UAC personnel as possible. Asses threat and, if necessary, search and destroy. UAC also wants main station computer logs, and a genetic sample from the bio-medical labs. Good luck marines" Frost finishes, his image melting away.
Sensors detect escape pods drifting distantly as they drew closer. The ship slows, the pilot begins docking maneuvers, thrusters fire short blasts as it made minute corrections and contacts with the docking port. Martinez and his men assemble, the airlock cycles and the barrier opens.
Within the corpse strewn conference room, Administrator Burvochov was laying unconscious against the wall. An evil presence had consumed his mind, the former human rises and joins his possessed assistant at the control station. She was using her host's years of secretarial skill to scan characters of the demonic language into the computer and rewrites existing systems with them. She giggles as she glances at mortals running in terror over a surveillance feed, footage from the Data Vault plays on another window. The possessed Administrator uses their authorization to lock out general access to the main computer then enters new commands into the system.