"Jakob! Jaaaaaaakoooooob! Cmon man where the fuck are you!? We missed our window through the debris field, cmon man!" A crewman shouted, tail swishing irritably. The others were poking their heads in various rooms as the group searched the corridors. As they went, they discovered more of what happened aboard the Derelict. Claw marks and blood, bullet hoes and mucus, something terrible had happened here and kept the crew on edge. Worklights scanned the walls and doors, swinging and overlapping all over the cold, steel bulkheads. Then, a gurgling yelp, retching noises and some kind of movement came from ahead. The crew picked up the pace, fearing their crewmate was injured or trapped.
"Jakob!? We're comin, hold tight!" The lead crew man called out as they ran, rounding a blind corner.
"Just sit tight we're... CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"

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