Kyril said his goodbye and made his way back to his cabin. Where a pile of paperwork greeted him, just as he left it, making his way to his desk, he pulled out a syringe and filled it with a strange liquid from a small bottle, and promptly injected it into his arm. A file open showing the grotesque images of the ruined corpse that was Frederick, his thin coat, once white now a matt crimson, sticky with congealed blood. His form reduced almost to a skeletal figure, almost all his teeth removed. Someone was making a true effort to hide that this was Frederick, but they simply missed the name tag inside his coat, granted it was small, but surely an oversight. Some other crew had now become reported as missing, having not turned up to their duties, six in total had not turned into work, but nothing had come of anything yet, Kyril had the security teams now patrolling the ship constantly, with images, names and personal details of the missing crew. He had created a team to climb through the entire ships network of utility ducts that carried air around the vessel, to ensure no corpses would turn up in there. Kyril could never have known that the six missing crew had long been killed and expelled into the void of space via the airlock. The killer gazed upon The Evergreen from a porthole across the void, with a malicious smile, clapping softly and mockingly at the portrait of Captain Hyphon for not noticing an extra member on board.
"Idiots, too many fingers in too many pies, bothering too many people... too many traps... yes, too many traps laid now. Not long." the intruder whispered insanely to themselves with a childlike tone.
The Evergreen sat in low orbit, as if squatting above the planet it had so recently taken its battered and broken children from its murderous grip.
The Infinity lay within the void, its silver body glistening from the distant stars. It was completely alone in the hostile, yet calming environment. The Flu like illness had spread to just more than three quarters of the crew, Captain Gee had to make adjustments to the three shifts that operated on The Infinity. Smaller crew, and longer shifts, he had lost a fair bit of popularity from that, but he had good reason to isolate the infected crew. A reason he was not willing to share with anybody except the medical staff on board yet. The Flu, used to have a dreadful rate of fatality, back in the earlier days of technology, Like the common cold, it couldn't be avoided sometimes, but unlike the common cold, it could be cured before the more serious effects came into play. A simple pill would kill the Flu over night! But this was not shifting. The ill crew had been confirmed and quarantined to the main Medical bay. Doctors and nurses must wear bio-suits at all times when in the room and with contact with infected. He allowed himself a smile as infection rate slowed to almost a stop. It had been nearly a week now since the last person was quarantined. 'Let the medical staff do their work, and soon we will be ready to make way!' He thought to himself as he stroked his podgy cheek, searching for any stubble he may have missed on his daily shave. It was on this day, when he was most relieved he may have stopped the illness that he lost everything. As he sat in his command chair, idly twisting left to right, simply observing his crew go about their usual bridge work, his ear buzzed with an incoming message.
"Command! The medical staff are dead! There are bodies everywhere!"
Gee sat numbly in the leather of his chair.
"Captain?" came another voice, this voice was his Lieutenant Commander. "Captain. Orders?" he asked again, to receive no answer. After a brief pause, the Second in command took action. "Security and combat medical teams, converge on Medical Bay Actual" he barked and the ship slid into Red Alert.
The Medical bay had been torn to shreds. Bodies littered the floor, equally as torn. Blood decorated the walls and ceiling. One body, ripped in half at the waist, lay face down near the door, with one distressing arm stretched out as if reaching for life, that stopped the automatic door from closing properly. The Security Teams cleared the room, making sure no hostile remained, whatever hostile it could be. Only the medical staff that reported to the call noticed that no patients of the infected crew had remained inside the room. It was at that point that one of the nurses removed the bloodied bio-suit helmet of one of the dead, and saw the skin changing to a slimy stretched contorted mask, and then eyes flashed open, shooting an electric blue glare that penetrated the Nurses soul, soon followed by needle sharp teeth penetrating the Nurses skin, spilling fresh warm blood.