Thread: Moon Base One (casket &xanaphia)

Professor Thomas Green laid on the Med Bay floor clutching his throat trying to stem the flow of blood that gushed from his severed artery in his neck. His thoughts were of the past few minutes and of how he'd gotten himself into such a dire predicament. He had walked into the Med bay after seeing her run that way and saw Isabella with a frantic look on her face. She was staring at the monitors and was gasping as if she were seeing images from some unseen horror movie that were playing in her mind. Issy are you alright? Could you do me a favor and explain to me how do you feel right now? Tom had said as he approached her, contracting on his clip board. She ignored him calling out for Val instead. Tom had reached foward and gently laid his hand on the back of her neck trying get her distracted attention. She winced against it and acted as though he'd grabbed her by the neck. She tried to push him off and as Tom fell backward and grabbed out to catch his balance. His hand caught the front of Issy's jumpsuit and just as Val's uniform gave way earlier, Issy's now did too. The fabric ripped down the front from over washing and heavy use, and Issy fell backward onto the examination table almost as if she were thrown. Tom had scrambled back to his feet and rushed forward, thinking that she must be having some seizure induced by an adverse reaction to the Algae. Issy was spread legged on the table her pussy bucking against some imaginary rapist, but Tom rushed forward and tried to comfort her. Before he knew what had happened Lucy reached up and slashed his throat with a scalpel. It was odd, in that it really didn't hurt and in fact he barely felt the cut, but when blood exploded from his throat and belched down onto her nearly naked form Tom reeled backward and slammed down onto the floor. Tom's hand reached up to as she rose from the table but Issy again ignored him and got up calling out for Val again. He watched as she ran out of the Med bay and down the floor as he lay dying. He blood pumped out with every heart beat, pooling on the floor around him and drenching the clipboard with the only evidence of what he'd tried to do with the experiment. Jim stood, naked from the waste up, sweaty and leaning heavily against the wall next to the air lock. He punched in the code again and still the airlock refused to open. PAL, Why isn't the door opening? PAL!? He yelled, his head swimming. No sir, the door has been sealed, no exit or entry is allowed during emergency protocol. PAL stated. WHO GAVE THE ORDER? I'M THE CAPTIAN, I'M THE COMMANDER OF THIS MISSION AND I DIDN'T GIVE THAT ORDER! Jim yelled at the green lighted eye on the wall. Yessir, I am not currently permitted to reveal which officer of the crew relieved you of your command and deemed you unfit for duty. PAL answered. It was Tom wasn't it? That sonavabitch has been gunning for me for a while! He wants to assume my Command of this mission and claim all the glory for himself! I'll kill him before I let that happen! Jim yelled drunkenly, pounding his fist on PAL's green electronic eye. As I stated sir, I am currently unable to comply to any of your requests right now. Might I suggest retiring to you quarters until you are feeling more yourself. PAL said coldly. I feel strange PAL....I don't know what's going on....Where is the crew? Is anyone else expressing dismay? Jim asked, his moods swinging hard. Please return to your quarters Captian, or I will be forced to use less than lethal measures to subdue you. PAL said ignoring Jim's pleas. Are you threatening me PAL? IS THIS MUTINY? Jim again grew desperate with frustration. No sir, I am incapable of issuing threats, I am simply informing you of your options. Either return to the Crew's quarters or I will be forced to use the station's emergency personnel countermeasures. PAL stated. What the fuck is that? Jim yelled, unaware of any such protocol. In case of dementia which can sometimes occur in human crew members due to prolonged stays in space the creators of the moon base have equipped me with stunning capabilities. The voltage isn't lethal but usually renders affected personnel unconscious. Return to the Crew Quarters now or this system will be utilized against you. PAL states and when finished small ports open in the ceiling menacingly. What then PAL? Jim asked as he slowly started to back away from the airlock chamber. You will be quarantined with all other effected crew members until your vital signs have returned to normal. PAL answered. WHAT ABOUT THE RUSSIANS? Jim called out. That is not my concern sir, the safety of this crew is my only concern. PAL said and closed the door as soon as Jim had stepped back into the hall.