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#321

Micky stoped when she felt someone grab her by the arm. Hearing Hue's voice. She did not turn and look at him. A bit stunned by what all was going on. First having to abandon the Ballard, then Marney's gruesome death, seeing Taget stab Santiago, Raynor's corpse staggering about....and how she had lost her mind for a moment and had beat the body of Raynor almost into a bloody pulp with a wrench from the cargo bay.

She reached up with her free hand, trying to wipe the mess from her face. Micky felt sick inside. The cold grip of fear. What if there were more of those creatures? What if the missing crew were now like Raynor? She doubted they had enough weapons to keep them all at bay. Especially with them being locked out of the main computer system.

Micky was frightened. She didnt know what to do. She was just the pilot. Trying real hard at this moment not to break down into tears.

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#322

Hue could tell she was troubled maybe that she had just lost it on the creature that had been Raynor, he tucked the gun in his holster and with the free hand brough it up carefuly wiped the gunk from her face.

"It's going to be ok... It's going to alright..."

Hue put an arm across her shoulders, he couldn't convey the words of consul. He was not eloquent like that so all he did was hold her. Because sometimes people just needed to be reminded that no matter what there is a way, to survive.

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#323

Micky looked to Hue when he reached over and wiped some of the congealed blood from her face. Studying him as her pulse and breathing slowed after running. His arm across her shoulders was comforting. Resting her forehead lightly against him. There was some hope for survival. No matter how tiny it seemed at the moment.

Everyone needed to gather together and come up with a plan. There could be more of those things on board. At the moment Micky only knew about Raynor. No clue that Marney had also returned to a state of animated death. Micky knew one thing they would have to do. Her tone quiet, almost whisper like, and a bit shakey. "We have to burn the body."

If his body was rendered to ash, Raynor would not be able to shuffle about in search of a meal.

Micky looked up at Hue, realizing something. "Hue, what if there are more of those things on board? Raynor was dead when we found him. And frozen..there could be more of them thawing out now.'' In the silence of the corridor a strange sound caught her attention. It was coming from the Medlab, where Pockets and Santiago were. "What was that?"

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#324

Marney shuffled towards them once more. Hue had run off, leaving Pockets the only one able to deal with the situation. She swung the spanner again, harder, and at a slightly better angle. Even if the blow didn't knock something vital off, it should at least be powerful enough to send the zombie halfway across the medbay. But Pockets couldn't keep this up too much longer. There was something she could do, though. She was a small woman, but she could make an impressive amount of noise when necessary. "SOMEONE COME HELP ME KILL THIS DAMN CORPSE!"

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#325

"Good idea Mickey." Hue set the plasma gun to a constant stream, when the screams reached him.

"SOMEONE COME HELP ME KILL THIS DAMN CORPSE!"

"Fuck I thought I killed it," Hue grabbed Mickey's hand and ran towards the Medbay again, he arrived at all speed. In time to see Zombie close on Pockets in a corner. He released Micket raised the plasma pistol, "CLOSE YOUR EYES!" He roared at Pockets.

He depressed the trigger, a blinding neaon red glare filled the air. A stream of plasma boiled into Marney's rotting corpse. The flesh sizzled and burned, the beam split her right down the middle. A gapping four inch gap, flesh vaporized in seconds, the humidity rose immensely. The parts of congealing flesh oozed in a puddle on the floor. Hue ejected the power pack the thing whined the melted to the floor hull. Hue dunked the gun in a sink where steam rose, he slammed his second to last power pack in dialed down the stream again.

"Hot! Hot! Hot! You ok?" He asked Pockets wincing a little.

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#326

"Oh my god!" Micky said when they reached the Medlab, seeing the corpse of Marney standing up right. Looking away as Hue fired the plasma pistol. The light was very bright. The halves of Marney dropped away from each other and hit the ground with a fleshy thump.

Blinking she looked back into the room after hearing the used power pack hit the ground. A glance at it as it melted into the floor. Hearing the hiss of steam as Hue dunked the gun into the sink. A few spots of light danced across her line of sight. She blinked a few more times, finally getting rid of them.

Eyes widened a bit as she looked to the burnt body of the thing that had once been Marney. It was no longer even recognizable as Marney. That contorted face vaporized by the plasma gun. Placing a hand over her mouth, she looked away. Swallowing the bile that tried to come up.

Micky turned her attention to the sink, moving over to it she began to wash her hands and face. Not wanting Raynor's blood to remain on her skin. Grabbing a towel she dried her hands first and patted her face dry.

Moving to check on Santiago while Hue check on Pockets. Santiago was unconcious. She felt for a pulse, it was still there. Turning to look at Hue and Pockets. "We need to get Santiago patched up. Then go find the others." Knowing Santiago would need a blood transfusion. Moving to the storage unit, she opened it. Removing one of the packs, frowning slighty. "These are no good." Lightly taping the container against the sink. The blood inside was still frozen rock hard.

She placed the frozen blood back into the storage unit. Turning to look at them. "One of us will have to be the donor." She sighed. "And I'm O positive."

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#327

Pockets stared in horrified fascination at what was left of Marney. "Wow." She turned at Micky's entrance. "It looks like you were having some fun too."
She sat down, back against the wall, after assuring Hue that she was fine. Just a little tired.
She heard what Micky said about a transfusion. "Well, I'm AB negative."

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#328

"I'm O negative.. blood transfusion a trickey business, we have to check his blood type first. We have to sterilize all the equipement also we don't know what made the corpse reanimate. If... it's a virus we could all get infected."

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#329

Micky stood there a moment thinking. She didnt know much, if anything, about medicine. Then an idea hit her. "It would be in his file. Marney would have brought them over from the Ballard." Which was true. When leaving a vessel, important documents were taken with. Including their medical files.

She knew a blood transfusion could be dangerous. Not knowing what caused the bodies to reanimate. If it was something in the air, then they were already infected. A glance given to Santiago. She then looked back to Hue. "We will just have to take that risk." Knowing that they couldnt just stand there and do nothing. They needed to get Santiago back on his feet as soon as possible. With him down like he was, Santiago was a risk.

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#330

Mickey said something about looking up Santiago's files, "She didn't have time to do anything with them I was with her most of the time. We spent the time going over the ship and checking out Raynor."

Hue spotted his pack on the floor and slapped himself on the forehead, "Of course. During the Diamunde War on Mars we couldn't do blood transfusion obvuisly so we used Blood Paks. Their sterilized plasma that will work with any type."

Hue walked over to the pack and brought out a sealed bag, it as along as his forearm and about as wide but looked like a large white with dark red filling blister. He peeled back a plastic strip on one side and applied it to Santiago's arm.

"There that should work for now, I wanted to give him some stimulants but I don't know if he's allergic or not."

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#331

The cuban rested on the table, his color slightly improved as the blood pak brought his blood chemitry back to something close to acceptible. He however remained waxen in complexion, and a sheen of sweat began to bead on his forehead.

A number of solvents were able to deal with the mess of the former crewmate turned shambling horror, and leaving behind naught but a fresh lemon scent.

*****

Taget slumped against one of the bulkheads, his hands trembling, and sweat stinging his eyes. He hadnt felt so horrible since during his tour on Mars when the renegades popped some bioweapons, and the filters and rebreathers on the semi-ballistics hadnt been able to compensate.

He closed his eyes and hoped that the agony would lessen, and maybe Jimmy would stop whispering to him. He doubled over and threw up again, this time it was tinged with blood. It was disturbing that the blood was nearly black.

"Dammit Jimmy..."

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#332

Micky watched Santiago. Still concerned. Noting the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. She felt his skin, checking for a change in temperature. He shouldnt have been so waxy in complexion. In the back of her mind, a voice kept saying it was too late for him.

She then turned her attention to Hue and Pockets. Remain silent for the time being. This mission had felt wrong wrong the word go. The solvent in the air made her sinuses itch a bit. But at least the body had been disposed of.

Moving away from Santiago, she returned to the sink. Turning on the water, making it hot. She scrubbed her hands again, wetting a towel and scrubbing her head with it. Even dabbing at her clothes with the towel. The soiled towel was then dropped into the trash. Feeling a bit better, but not entirely.

Coming down off of the rush of adrenaline and fear, she felt a bit ill. Hopping up to sit on the counter by the sink. Leaned over slightly. Her hands resting on the edge of the counter on either side of her legs. Her head tilted down at a slight angle. She was looking at the floor. Micky's mind was trying to deal with everything that had happened.

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#333

Hue stood panting slightly, the warm pistol jamed in his side holster, he ran his hand under cool water after Micky had finished washing. The coolness felt good on his flash burned hand, several welts were forming on the back of his fingers along the digits. He could shoot as well as with his right and left so it didn't really matter but it was a pain.

He wrapped it carefuly in a burn bandage, mild anistesias played across his hand cooling the firery pain. "We should head back to the cargo bay door."

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#334

Micky spoke, though it was uncertain to wether she was speaking to them or to herself. "We cant leave him here alone." No doubt refering to Santiago.

Her attention shifted to her hands, she lifted them up, looking to them. Studying them. The blood had been washed away. The hideous congealed blood that had been on her skin. It was gone now. But it bothered her still. The memory of what she had done. How she had lost it. Beating Raynor's corpse into a faceless dead mass. The fury she had felt. The fury and the loss of control. Her arms ached.

She then let her hands drop down into her lap. Her attention shifted to the floor of the MedLab. Then barely an audible whisper. "I dont want to die here."

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#335

After that brief admission of fear, Micky worked on hardening herself. She couldnt be weak. Fear profited a man nothing. Hardening her nerves in to steel the best that she could. A hand reached up and brushed away the few silvery small tears that clung to those black lashes.

As her demeanor changed she slid off of the counter. Her boots emitting a dull thud on the MedLab floor. Micky stood up straight and looked to Pockets and Hue. Micky had finally managed to grab that small thread of her sanity and fought to gain a hold on it. She had won, for now at least.

"Pockets, stay here with Santiago. After we leave, Close and lock the door behind us. Should Santiago's condition worsen...or should he....." Not wanting to say Die or zombify. "Then you will have to end it."

Her attention shifted to Hue. "Ao and Severin are still in the Cargo Bay. We should bring them here for now. And then go find the Captain." If they could get most of them in at least one safe place then the stress would be more managable. Or at least she hoped it would be.

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#336

Micky moved towards the door. Her attention moved to Hue as she paused a moment. "Are you coming with me, or do I have to do this alone?" If he did not wish to go with her, she would not blame him. After all these recent horrors, she wouldnt blame anyone for not wanting to go on.

Especially not wanting to go with her,due to the recent scene between her and Raynor. Most likely Ao and Severin would probably run from her. She had no way to convince them that she was alright.

But Micky was fooling herself. She knew that a breakdown like that could happen again. it could happen to anyone of them. Such stress.

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#337

"Just had to wrap my hand up, alright let's go." Once they were out in the hall, "I just want you to know Micky that I have alot of respect for you, not many people could keep it together with this kinda of shit going on." Hue paced her step down the hall. His nerves were a little freyed, it had to been what twenty hours since the last time he slept.

He gazed down the empty hall, it was quiet. If he made back to Earth after this he'd never fly again.

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#338

She looked to him. "Thank you Hue. But do not be fooled." Micky did not want to worry him, but what she had to say was true. "At this moment, composure is nothing more than an illusion." She was terrified. Though she seemed rather calm and rational at the moment.

It had been so long since any of them had slept. Fatigue would set in eventually, once the adrenaline began to settle. But when would that be? "Do you best to calm Ao and Severin, we must get them back to the MedLab. Though I doubt they will trust me."

Moving into the cargo bay. Eyes shifted quickly through out the room. Watching for movement. Making her way back over to the door. Bending over she retrieved the gore covered wrench. Testing her arms a moment. Damn, she should have brought a firearm with her. She would be able to manage with the wrench for now. Should they come across more of those things.

The wrench hung by her side. Muscles tensed and ready for fast movement should it become necessary to do so.

"AO? Severin?" She called to them. "We have to move to the MedLab."

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#339

Hue muscles bunched as Micky called out the names of Ao and Severin he looked around carefully his pistol in his left hand. He kept hearing odd noises...

"I don't know Micky... maybe we should try the bridge."

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#340

Micky nodded in agreement. If Ao and Severin were in here, then they would know to go to the MedLab. Her attention then shifted to look at Hue, seeing his expression. Her tone dropping just to where he could hear her. Moving alittle closer to him.

"What's wrong? What do you hear?" Turning to glance at the cargo bay. This whole ship felt wrong. The silence was menacing. Like they say, In space..no one can hear you scream. Tension in the air was so thick would could cut it with a knife.

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#341

Micky and Hue began to notice a new smell, faint and cloying, like a remembered dream. It was slightly sweet, but also had a earthy foulness to it. Perhaps the scent of a person too long unwashed.

Then came the faint scrape and shuffle of slow moving feet...

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#342

Micky raised the wrench up more level. Holding it with both hands now. Catching that new scent. It sent shiveres through her. Anyone who had been around the dead before knew that smell. It was something one could never forget. The smell of death it's self.

Eyes darted back and forth. Ever watchful. something was coming for them. But where was AO and Severin? Turning her head some as she heard the sound of shuffling feet. Those watchful eyes widened. Deep in her soul there was no doubt as to the source of that sound. It was more like Raynor.

Whispering softly, to both Hue and herself. "Please God, give me the strength to overcome my enemies."

She could hear the heavy beating of her heart in her ears. Thump! Thump! thumpthump!! Like a wild tribal drums. A cold sweat broke out upon her brow. Flexing her grip on the wrench.

Her tone still low. "Yay, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil for thou are with me" A pause and glance to Hue. "And I carry a big stick." No doubt referring to the wrench in her hands. In the back of her mind the voice stirred again. Run! It said. Run now! Before it's too late. Hurry! The damned are coming..they are coming for you. And ... They are hungry.

Those small prickles of goosebumps rose up from her arms and down her back. Moving closer to Hue, maintaining slow calm breaths despite the fear she felt inside. For all they knew, it was Ao and Severin coming their direction. But if it was them.....were they those things now? Or were they hiding elsewhere?

Fear of the unknown. Man's greatest flaw and their ultimate downfall. Speaking to Hue. "I say we head to the bridge...and fast." Keeping her voice down to where he could hear her.

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#343

Hue nodded with her, he motioned for her to come with him, "I think that's a good idea."

He lead the way plasma pistol held out front him like a light...

Just let us get out alive..

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#344

Micky moved quickly beside him. Eyes ever watchful. The wrench was kept ready incase she needed it at a moments notice. Moving with him towards the bridge. She could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. Trying to calm herself. In situtaitons like this it was easy for your nerves to get the best of you.

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#345

Severin flexed his muscles, as if to reassure himself that he still had his strength and that he was able to defend himself against whatever was causing all this.

He had shut the zombie of James Raynor inside the ship's cargo hold and locked the door with a new access code. Now he was sitting in the cockpit, monitoring the shuttle bay through the navigation computer's three display screens. Heavy synth metal was booming through the ship's loudspeakers as Severin was enjoying some of the former pilot's immense collection of music.

"Have you heard this one before, Ao? It is Space Kitten Soundscape's newest single, 'Death Gore Blood Dust'" Severin was shouting to be heard above the music.

He had convinced Ao to come aboard the tug and repair craft and now Ao was sitting comfortably in the second pilot's chair, listening to the music and monitoring the surveillance cameras.

When Micky and Hue entered the Cargo bay, Severin shut off the music, even though no one could hear anything outside the craft. When they had left he turned to Ao. "What do we do now, Ao? I can't think of any safer place than within one of these crafts, except maybe inside a fighter craft, but Taget is in there...", Severin shrugged apologetically and lifted his palms to further emphasize that he really had no clue about what they should do next.

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#346

After a long period of silence, Ao started as blaring dust-metal roared out of the speakers; ah, yes, Space Kitten Soundscape. He could barely here his own thoughts. That was well enough- he was afraid that if he allowed himself to think too much about... Whatever that was... he would drive himself insane.

"Yes," Ao shouted hoarsely, "safe. We're safe in here."

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#347

Severin nodded enthusiastically, "That is great! Now let us see..." he had to shout to be heard. And while the playlist switched from 'Space Kitten Soundscape' to 'Ultra Earploding Nightmare' Severin engaged the refrigerating elements of the cargo hold. Now the bashed remnants of Raynor would have to cope with frozen limbs if it was to reanimate.

Severin turned down the volume and turned to Ao. "Hey, let us contact the bridge! While we are here we should report to the captain. It is protocol, even if he is a drunk".

Severin turned on the comlink and activated the holoprojector. If anyone was at the bridge, they would receive his, and Ao's, transmitted image and speech.

"Captain, this is crewmember Severin Talbot reporting from the tug and carrier craft 'Celeste TC-5'. Do you read me, over? I repeat: This is Severin Talbot and Ao... eh... do you read me over?"

Severin listened for a few seconds to the radio static and then added "We have reached the relative safety of the cargo bay. Taget has proven to be a murderer and well, the dead walk again captain. James Raynor has resurrected and fallen again, and now his twice dead body is frozen within the cargo hold of the 'Celeste TC-5', over".

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#348

"Severin?" The captain answered, he sounded ill. He could almost imageint eh sheen of sweat on a delerious man's face. There was a long pause where the two men in the shuttle could hear the captain take a long rattling breath, followed by a bout of coughing.

"Damnation. I hate it when I get a Cabin cold. All the science in the solar system and we still cant kill the damn cold virus..." he broke off into another fit of coughing.

"What is going on, where is everyone?" he asked.

*****
Two poeple approached, their faces ruined by being frozen, and thawed again, before Hue and Micky could act, more came, six...seven...nine. A screen blinked on that the crew doors to the foreward holds, previous open to hard vaccuum had been cycled and opened...

The lead corpse, a blonde woman with insignia of rank marking her as an officer of some sort moaned, her lips split down to the gum line, congealed blood staining her teeth a bloody brown color.

Mhheee-keeey...

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#349

An unsurpressed shudder went through her. Gripping the wrench with both hands, readying to swing at the first thing that got too close to her that wasnt Hue. Eyes wide, focusing on keeping a good distance between them and those dead things.

"Hue?" She didnt know what to do just yet. Her mind racing. How did that thing know her name? Micky wanted to curl up in the fetal position out of fear. But adrenaline kept her there on her feet. Stay focused girl. Dont take your eyes off of them. Moving closer to hue. Wrench held ready. Her pulse racing again.

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#350

Five.. six... seven.. eight.. ten... Hue muttered an oath under his breath, "There are too many run for it! Head towards the armory." Hue looked at the pistol in his hand wishing it were a Mark 2 Pulse Rifle nothing to be done with wishes though. He sent two streams of burning plasma at the corps in the lead. The energy flames touched the corose's face vaporizing it and setting the body fat on fire, turning into a pillar of fire. With any luck it would set a couple of it's buddies on fire.

Hue looked at the mass lightened by the flames it seemed to be unending even a Plasma Projector Rifle wouldn't cut them all down. "Axe that we need to find an alternate route to the shuttlebay, it's time to get off this ship."

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#351

One of the bodies shuffled too close to Micky. She swung the wrench hard, the metal connecting with the side of it's face. Teeth crunched and were sent flying, along with some congealed blood and god only knows what else. She turned and kicked it square in the chest, sending it back away from her. It's fingers raked at the leg of her flight suit a moment, almost dragging her off balance, but it's grip slipped.

In that moment Micky had jerked back in surprise. When the zombie lost it's grip Micky was sent crashing back to the ground. Breathing in short pants she rolled quickly to her feet. That wrench arching through the air, knocking back hands.

That fall had jarred her bones, causing her back to become sore. Watching the things make their way toward them. "RUN!" Grabbing his free hand. She wasnt going to leave him there alone to face those things. Heading down the corridor. If you moved quick enough yo could skirt around those things. Please god let them make it to the shuttle bay.

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#352

The flames sputtered, fatty tissue near the strike spot sizzled and caught fire. Hue's plan came to naught, the beam didnt generate enough spread out heat to ignite the bodies into a pillar of flame as he had hoped. A few scorched, and they were overwhelmed by the unpleasant scent of roasted human flesh. Even more disturbing was that the smell was vaguely reminiscent of Dean's Synth-sausage.

The doors to the hangar bay loomed ahead. Behind them, the shuffling host had grown to more than thirty staggering corpses. some looked disturbing...chewed.

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#353

Hue pushed Micky along infront of him, he dialed the plasma dialation to it's widest spread and fired again. Not looking back he pushed Mickey into the bay and slammed the hangar door lock, it began grinding close.

He grabbed Micky's arm and ran over to the shuttle Ao and Severin were in, he pounded on the outter hatch, "Open up it's us Hue and Micky!"

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#354

Normaly she would have complained about being pushed and drug but offered no protest. "Ao, Severin, open the door! Please!"

Looking to the hangar door, watching the dead shuffle closer to them. How many would get through before the door shut? Her pulse racing. Growing fatigued despite the adrenaline coursing through her
system.

Speaking to her self in a very quick muffled tone. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease open up please." Fear gnawing at her stomach, making her queasy. She might have thrown up there but was able to swallow the bile back. Please dear god let them survive this.

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#355

Hue saw the door slowly closely took a kneeling firing position and opened on fire the floor before the door in the corridor. Plasma gun started to heat up under the continued strain. As it heated he stopped the blast, and jury rigged the other three power packs to the gun set it to overload and threw at the zombies, and crouhed over Mickey infront of the docking hatch.

"Come on Ao, Severin.." The make shift plasma bomb went off.

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#356

Watching Hue rig the gun and then toss it. When he crouched over her, shielding her, she realized what he had done to the gun. Cringing, attemtpting to make her self smaller.

And then the 'bomb' went off. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tensed up. Please let the explosion have taken out some of those things. Heaven help them.

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#357

After the thunderclap roar of the gun overloading, there was a long silence, only punctuated by the rhythmic tapping of a gutted light fixture swinging on a single fib-op line.

Tak tak tak tak

One of the corpses groaned, its body half charred and mutilated by the plasma flash. The air was thick with the scent of roast flesh, and the stomach churning smell of burnt hair and smoldering synth-cloth. A few of the corpses lay still, others began to struggle. Some pulled themselves forward, dragging behind half congealed, half frozen guts behind them. Others staggered forward on broken limbs.

*****
Ao and Severin heard none of the yelling, nor any of the banging on the bay door. They wouldnt have heard it even if the speakers weren't blasting the latest power ballad by Space Germ. Synth-steel reinforced blast doors were impervious to hard vacuum, and temperature changes of up to 500 degrees. A single human fist was nothing next to nothing.

The explosion of the power pistol was another matter. The feedback loop in the power cells generated a small EMP. Most ships were hardened against such accidents, so there was little effect. The music player skipped, and reset itself to the first track in it's memory, and archaic group named 'Alabama'...

Sweeeet Home Ala-bama!
I'm coming home to youuuuu!

The lights in the cavernous bay flickered as the power circuit was temporarily interrupted. The music played on, leaving the two space jocks to contemplate the source of the event. The hazard light near the north, or dorsal bay door blinked red...

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#358

Micky was shaking. Please god...what were they suppose to do? That smell, that awful smell. Her stomach grew uneasy. Bile rising, only to be forced back down. Looking back towards the direction where the explosion had taken place. Eyes widening in horror as several of the dead continued to shuffle forward despite damaged limbs and half spilled guts.

Knowing their pounding on the door had little effect. She looked to him. "Hue...what do we do? They cant hear us." Looking back towards the shambling bodies. They were slow moving, maybe they could force their way past them. But there was no way of knowing how many of those things were on board. "We have to do something...and we have to do it now."

Getting to her feet, helping Hue up. Trying to calm herself. Panicking only got you killed faster. One hand upon his arm, she was trying to come to a decision. Should they risk going after Pockets and the others? Doing so would probably get them killed. But they couldnt just leave them there. What if everyone but Ao, Severin Hue and herself were dead?

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#359

Hue's mind raced for a minute, God damn those buffoons, if he ever got at of this alive he was going to throttle both of them. He spied a hand grip for technians to get to one of the shuttle's stubby fuel wings. Bingo!

"Micky see that hand hold up there, I'm going to give you a boost up then you can climb along those two hand holds and get on the wing. I don't think those things can climb. And we can get on the fusalage and wave into the cockpit at them get them to open the top hatch." Hue cupped his hands together like a step to give her a hand up to the step.

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#360

Micky looked up to where Hue had indicated. "Yes, I see it." Listening as he explained the plan. Places her hands on his shoulders for support and balance she lifted and place her right foot up into his hands. Pushing her self up, reaching to grab onto the hand hold. Success.

Muscles strained momentarily as she pulled herself up and over to the wing. Once there she leaned down, bracing up against part of the wing. Stretching her hand down to him. He had helped her up, she could at least offer to do the same.

Thinking it over, it was doubtful that those things could climb. this whole mission had gone down hill so quickly. And it all started with core problems on the Bally. Was Taget responsible for that too? Would he have stooped so low? Or did Taget snap when he boarded the Celeste? Most likely they would never know. Micky wasnt sure that she would want to know.