Within Sector E of the research complex, Lieutenant Felton strays the demon infested halls alone after becoming separated from his squad
"Video uplink requested" an automated computer voice repeats from ahead, growing louder as he approached.
He steps closer to the terminal and the system detects his authorization.
"Video uplink established" the system confirms.
"Finally, we reached someone" the caller is overheard before stepping into the video feed.
"Marine, we need assistance. We're trapped in the data storage vault in central processing" Hugo explains.
"Why don't you just activate the vault's emergency release?" Felton asks.
"The connecting areas are filled with aliens, we'll never make it" they reply.
"I have my own skin to worry about, I've been cut off from the rest of the security force. When I get reinforcements and let them know you're in there. We'll assemble a squad and get you out of there" Felton explains, silently doubting their chances.
"Hurry, Dr. Stone breaks into the call, we may not have much time!" she pleads.
"I'll do everything I can" Felton says before access to the main station computer is cut and the call was disconnected.
Martinez and his men arrive at the entrance to the station. The area had been undergoing maintenance, a step ladder and a pair of toolboxes lay upon the floor. Martinez taps a control panel on the wall and brings up surveillance footage from within the colony. Images of frightening creatures prowling blood splattered halls beam from the monitor. Their bodily features were flooded with dark shadows, sharp fangs and glowing red eyes pierce the dark veils.
"Sweet Jezebel" Martinez says.
"They're actually real!" a Marine exclaims, Martinez shoots them an angry stare.
"Stay focused, he commands, it looks like they're right behind this barrier. Assemble Tango-formation and rifles to full auto. We're not giving them an inch"
The squad assumes formation, rifles pointed at the sealed door.
"Alright, men. We're gonna turn this facility into an ashtray. Computer, open security barrier" Martinez commands.
The door lifts upward, snarls and a nauseating smell spills from the passage, plasma strike blurs of movement on the other side. Grunts of agony fills the corridor, scorched remains scatter to the floor.
"Advance" commands Martinez.
Demons were cooked by plasma, sizzling chunks are crushed into crumbs under their boots. The Marines reach an intersecting passage, flooding the adjoining hall as creatures fall to ash. Their energy cell canisters clank to the ground as they reload and resume fire, large-jawed demons charge from further ahead. Snarls and flashes of sharp fangs filled their senses. The heated, foul aroma of death hung in the station's cycled air. The hordes of demons began to shrink as the piles of black chunks and ashes grow. The Marines roast the remaining demons, sounds of discharging plasma drowns in the emerging silence. Smoke rises from their rifles, the floor was littered with smouldering chunks.
"Where did these things come from?" a Marine asks.
"I'd hate to be the one who finds out" another remarks.
"We have a job to do, don't concern yourselves with that" Martinez instructs before leading his men deeper into the facility.
Elsewhere, a corporate vessel cuts its engines and descends upon another of the Deimos escape pods. Firing reverse thrusters to slow, a bay door opens and a clawed robotic arm extends, gripping the pod and drawing it into the hangar. It's placed among other collected escape vehicles, the Paranormal devotees emerge. They walk along the marked pathway, a holographic attendant leads them to the main corridor. They walked through the doors leading within the massive ship, another hologram greets them.
"Welcome aboard the CSV Navigator. Accommodations are being prepared for you at this moment. In the meantime, the Executive's Common Area will have everything you may need. Councilor Crawford has scheduled a meeting with Dr. Nexson and Director Wright. Please make your way to Conference Room 18 at 1530 hours" it relays.
The two men exchange stern glances. The researchers walk into an adjoining hall filled with other survivors wandering the ship.
"Rupert, we need to find a sub-space terminal" says Scott.
Wright and Nexson enter a nearby Sub-Space Parlour and step into a booth, pulling the privacy screen closed behind them. Nexson entered a code into the touchpad and placed a call. They stood waiting as the signal was relayed over the satellite network.
"Video uplink established" the system confirms.
The video call opened, a finely dressed man with dark eyes and a stone-cold expression filled the monitor.
"Hello Doctors, I'm glad to see you made it off-station. I can hardly believe these reports, this is going to become quite costly" he states.
"You're correct about that, agrees Wright, I know you have many questions about the incident, but we are being pursued by authorities. We need protection" he explains.
"Relax, they reply in a deep monotone voice, protocols are already being carried out. This is a major headache for the Paranormal Division, but we think there's a chance we can grasp success from the jaws of defeat, a sinister grin spreads across his face, we want you to do us a favour and we're not taking 'no' for an answer"
Glowing jewels sailed down a corridor, the deployment of Marines were encountering waves of creatures along every turn of the colony.
"Fire in the hole" shouts a marine.
The screeching grenade arcs through the air and decimates demon approaching from behind. Major Martinez was providing intel to Admiral Frost over an ultra-frequency transmitter.
"Mobility has been impaired. Our projected ETA is twelve minutes, cause being the sheer magnitude of these creatures, he explains, we are encountering multiple alien species" Martinez reports.
"Report received, stand-by" the transmitter crackles.
The area falls silent.
"Area secure" reports a marine.
"Advance" commands Martinez.
In the Data Vault, Sergeant Daniels continued to fire on teleporting intruders.
Dr. Osborne and Dr. Stone stood around a terminal.
"What happened? Why was the call cut?" Diane asks.
"I'm locked out of the communication system, my authorization isn't working" Louis replies.
"What about surveillance systems?" Diane presses.
"I tried, we're locked out. All I can bring up is footage of the corridor outside of the vault" he explains, pointing to the surveillance feed displaying mobs of creatures outside the vault. She tries using the system but couldn't make any progress either.
"I hope that Marine can help us, we have to get out of here" Diane says.
Shots continued to ring out as creatures appear from flashes of green energy, the Major fires the last of his ammunition. He drops the pistol and reaches for the chaingun, a mob of demons appear around him. The barrels of the chaingun turn, firing a burst that rips through the creatures. Flares of portals continue to manifest, beads of sweat spill from Daniels' brow as he swung the weapon on each target. Blood streaks through the air, the stench of death was overwhelming. Major Daniels let out an enraged chord as he sees portals continue to spawn.
Alex and Pauline moved through the halls of the experimental weapons labs, whispering to each other in an alien tongue. Pauline affectionately strokes the coarse skin of passing demons as they came to a locked laboratory, Alex looks into the retina scanner.
"Authorization Accepted" says the computer.
The door opens and the pair walk inside, various tools rest on a work table in the center of the room. Locked cabinets along the walls held unfinished prototype weapons and stacks of data sheets, a left-hand passage led to a small workshop. They unlock a sealed closet, a prototype weapon was stored within. The artificial light glitters against the metallic surface. It had a pair of shoulder mounts on the back and a large, wide barrel on the front. The possessed Administrator unlocks the armament from the mounting. He picks it up and inserts an energy cell pack, the BFG 9000 hums to life.