U.M.C Focal point

Mining vessel

With a rumble and a metal on metal screech the drill powered up, digging through the outer crust of the astroid. Satisfied with his work Fossores set one of his many subroutines to monitor the drills progress and exited the drills systems. As he exited however he picked up on a call for his attention from the sensor array, in a flash of ones and zeroes the data stream from the sensor array appeared before him. Watching the data stream carefully he saw an anomaly. The data stream from sector 12-k was on loop simply repeating the same all clear message. Thanking and then assimilating the subroutine who had brought this to his attention Fossores then brought himself to the bridge his avatar apepearing on the captain's holopad. His avatar was that of an old war oil driller, covered with a loose coating of dust and mud. As he appeared the captain’s focus noticeably fell upon him. “What’s the issue Fossores?” The captain spoke evenly. “Data from sector 12-k is on loop, we should investigate and prepare security for a worst case scenario.” Fossores spoke with a hint of an irish accent. “Understood, I will alert the security team.” The captain spoke, worry evident in his tone of voice. Fossores simply nodded then dissapeared from the holopad. As he returned to his main data center he felt the ship rumble and then felt a shudder as the engines wound down. In a flash of ones, zeroes and data streams Fossores brought himself to the main sensor array and as he arrived he saw that all incoming and outbound signals were being blocked. Worry building Fossores brought himself to the captain’s holopad yet when he arrived he saw that the bridge was in ruins, corpses and bubbles of blood floating in the lack of gravity. Suddenly Fossores saw a massive inhuman figure rush past the captain’s chair and stop mere inches from the micro-cameras within the holopad. It then slashed and destroyed the holopad. Shunted, it took Fossores precious moments to reform himself and begin emergency encounter protocols. As he began to enact the protocols however he heard gunfire and screaming via the microphones in his main data center, waving the protocols away Fossores summoned the camera feed from his main data center. Looking through the feeds Fossores saw a massive inhuman creature toss a body through the tempered glass barrier separating the observation chamber and his main data center. Now fully panicking Fossores brought up the emergency protocols list and began to enact them.

[DELETING ALL COORIDNATES]

[PREPARING SCUTTLE CHARGES]

[SOUNDING ALARM]

[PREPARING BLACKBOX EJECTION]

“No.” Thought Fossores, his digital hands bringing up a different menu.

[WELCOME BACK USER FOSSORES]

[PREPARING SECONDARY BACK UP]

[ACTIVATING MAIN ANDROID]

Fossores awoke with a start, arms flailing. The pod hissed as the door slid open revealing the driller gear station. Unsteadily Fossores walked forward and grabbed a pulse-pick and two blocks of C8 mining grade explosives each weighing fifteen pounds. Aproaching the door Fossores interfaced with it and communicated with it’s system, bidding it to open. As the door hissed open however Fossores saw that there was another of the inhuman creatures outside the door. In a flash the creature lunged for Fossores, yet Fossores was faster time seeming to slow to a crawl Fossores dodged the creatures lunge and effortlessly buried the pulse-pick in the creatures chest. As the thing began to scream in pain, fluorescent blood flowing, Fossores hit the button on the pick’s hilt triggering a pulse meant to obliterate rocks and ores. The pulse just as easily decimated flesh. Walking past the strewn about limbs and splashes of fluorescent blood Fossores came upon another door this one leading to the main crew quarters corridor. As he interfaced with the door he felt a twang at the edge of his consciousness as though someone was trying to get his attention. Turning to face the direction of the feeling Fossores saw a single security camera, red recording light blinking. As he looked he felt his mind go blank and his body go limp. As Fossores awoke he saw that he was back in the digital realm of his, and he saw his body moving without him in it.

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Horror building Fossores began to roam his environment attempting to find a way back into his body. As he wandered there was a flash of ones and zeroes and then a screen appeared before him. As he looked down at the screen he saw that there was an inhuman thing looking at him from within it. “YOU FRAIL, WEAK, EASY TO BREAK.” The thing spoke. “What have you done to my body?!” Fossores spoke voice quivering with worry and rage. “I TAKE, I PUT TO BETTER USE.” The thing said. In a flash of inspiration Fossores prepared a quarantine program and began to remote link with the android body. As the link completed the Xeno program began to protest yet before it could speak they had switched places and Fossores was on the move making his way to the bridge. As he passed through the threshold to the bridge however he felt himself begin to float. Suddenly he was slammed into a wall and had the pulse-pick wrenched from his grasp. Panicked, Fossores began to look around trying to find his attacker yet he couldn’t see anyone in the bridge with him besides the corpses. Then he was thrown out the bridge’s main observation window.

In a panic Fossores tossed one of the C8 charges to launch him hin the direction of the ship. As he bagan floating towards the ship he noticed ice crystals beginning to form on his outer cameras. Panic building to a fever pitch Fossores tossed the other C8 charge to hasten his approach to the ship. Looking down at his hands Fossores saw that his arms and hands were coated with a thin layer of ice. Horrified Fossores made a realization, he wasn’t going to make it back to the ship. He needed more speed. Looking around he saw nothing that he could use to gain any more speed, then he looked back to his arm and had another grim realization. With a screech and a burst of metal scraps Fossores’ arm came free and withholding a scream of pain he tossed his arm. A few seconds later and he slammed into the back wall of the bridge and began to make his way to the door, before he reached it however he felt something grab hold of his right arm and yank it backwards nearly tearing it off. Turning Fossores saw nothing but an indent in his arm where the invisible hand had grabbed him. Trying to move his arm Fossores found that it wouldnt budge, then he felt a grip on his hand. Shortly after he felt his hand come free of his arm and he saw it get flung out the main observation window as he had been earlier. Screaming in pain Fossores swung his handless arm and felt the raw wire and metal scrape against flesh and saw a drop of fluorescent blood drip down an invisible face, tracing it. Fossores then heard a scream of rage and was launched down the crew quarters corridor. As soon as he landed Fossores scrambled to his feet and began to run down the hall trying to make his way to the lifeboats. As he rounded the corner Fossores heard a crackle and saw from his rear cameras, a green bolt of lightning impact the wall behind him. Pushing his synthetic body to it’s limits Fossores ran faster, turning another corner he saw a massive hulking inhuman figure standing in his way. Before he could react there was a crackle and he was impacted by a bolt of green energy and it all went black.