Accessing Files: February 8, 1952 Location: Alien Mothership Till kept a rocksteady gaze at the end of the tunnel. Screeches were heard, rushing through the tunnel with intensity, only to echo again, and cause the occasional spine to tingle. Cormick was breathing heavily, continuously repositioning his M16 in his hands as he stared at the darkness in front of him. A drop of sweat slowly lulled down his face as he kept his eyes wide open. His breathing began to steady as Vice patted his shoulder twice and uttered a few muffled words... “Toughen up, this is rookie work.” The screeches had gotten louder now, and Cormick had not realized it somehow. A click of a gun was heard, and then Till’s radiating and exploding voice... “CRYPT-BITCHES INBOUND! RAIN HELL!” Without thinking, Cormick pulled the trigger, and held on, as his muzzle flashed with intensity and bullets zoomed out, hitting an unknown target in front of the group. Screeches were heard in response, and tall skinny figures dwindled at the end of the tunnel, heading for the group in what seemed to be a never ending barrage. Cormick emptied out a magazine, and snapped a new one in. Rinse and repeat. The sounds of gunfire blasted through the pathway, overpowering the sound of the screeches. Cormick felt Vice move back a little. Confused, he followed, and once he had settled back down to face the dark pathway of the tunnel, he could tell why. A horde of cryptoids were now visible, gnawing and gnashing as they fought to make their way towards the group. A wave of yellow and black, a flood of claws and teeth, and an impulse of screeches. A startled Dex yelled out... “We need cover now!” As if it was a command, Till ripped out a piece of metal from the side of the tunnel and propped it in front of the group, shielding them from the hot mess of cryptoids. Cormick could hear the monsters scraping against the metal, and he felt a sharp tug on his shoulder. He looked up to see grueling fangs and an unforgettable face peering back at him, with mandibles wide open, and four eerie yellow eyes looking at him hungrily. What was once an ugly mess of a face now became even more of a mess, as Vice shot it off with one pump from his shotgun. The now-bloodied figure slumped out of sight, but Cormick could not unsee the crude face. More hisses could be heard over the sound of gunfire. Cormick closed his eyes, hearing his frantic breath. He needed to calm down.... he held his rifle back up, but he was immediately tackled by a Cryptoid. Its squirming claws hacked at him, and its beady black eyes shone with an unnerving gloss. It screeched, and Cormick’s muffled commands for help could not be heard. He reached for his knife, put in a sheathe near his boot. Grabbing the wooden handle, he shanked the Cryptoid once, and he briefly wrestled it off of him, sending it tumbling to the ground. He swung the knife once more, now forming an eerie crack in the air as it impacted the creature’s skull... “Ugly little critter...” Cormick scoffed as he got back up to check on the group. Gunfire was no more. Cormick looked around to see the mutilated and decapitated bodies of multiple Cryptoids. He kneeled on top of the one he had just killed, getting a closer look. Four beady black eyes. Mantis-like claws in place of its hands. A bald head, with razor sharp mandibles, bathed in a green saliva of some sort. Pincer-like feet. This, was the abomination of nature. He perked up as he heard a shot from Vice’s gun, only to see green liquid splatter over the demolitionist’s face. Till exhaled, and mantled over the piece of metal providing cover for them.. “Let’s get a move on. I’ll take the lead.” Till kept his composition, heard in his consistent voice. Cormick patted himself off, wiping off Cryptoid blood that had soaked his face. His knife, the blade now soaked with a black liquid, was put back into its sheathe. The team followed Till as he descended into the ship’s sewers. A few minutes later, the group came upon a pool of liquid, glowing a bright green. A pair of doors could be seen where the tunnel ended... “We gotta wade through that?” Dex voiced. “Trust me when I say that I’ve waded through much worse...” Said Vice as he tested the liquid with a gloved hand. “Vice! You can’t just stick your hand in there!” Yelled Dex, his voice echoing across the tunnel. “Uhuh? Says who?” Vice continued to wade across, eventually reaching the doors with little to no problem. “It’s just a bit of a slime experiment, that’s all.” Dex held a worried look. Till looked around for an alternate path. He spotted a crack on the side of the tunnel... “There. We can shoot that crack to drain all this shit.” Cormick quickly held up his rifle and out rang two shots. In less than two seconds, the pool of liquid was already beginning to drain. Dex quickly rushed to the front with a glass vial, and he scooped up the remaining contents of the liquid, capping the vial with a cork. Vice begin to chuckle... “-blam!-ing Scientist....” With the path now rid of liquid, the rest of the group reaching the doors. Vice pulled out a wired machination of some sort. Dex stared at it with a worried look... “That doesn’t look safe...,” he said in a cautious tone. “Pfft. Don’t tell me you just figured this out,” scoffed Vice. “Get back.” Till motioned them away from the doors, and Vice began tinkering with the device. As Cormick settled down on the floor of the canal, about ten feet away from Vice, he turned over to Till... “What’s with him? He seems careless.... almost suicidal even...,” Whispered Cormick as he peered at the busy Vice. “Interviews have gotten nil out of him. The only info we have is of his name and his demolition experience.” Dex chimed in... “The guy’s got a knack for explosions. That’s for sure.” Vice signaled the group, and quickly they went silent... “Stand away bitches! This -blam!-er’s about to blow!!!,” Vice chuckled as he dived onto the floor, covering his head. “If I know Vice well, something’s about to go very wrong....” Till said as he covered his head with his hands.