NP.. and...
She woke up hours later, A flashing pain in her head. She did her best to push the feeling out of her mind. Groggily, she looked up for the crew... there was nothing but blood, broken seats, wrecked computer screens, and a dim light given by the main tech readout screen, which read:
/*engines disabled, fuel flow at 0.05 %/
/*Operational status at 0.03 %/
Keara knew that the ship would never fly again... but where was the crew? All she could see were bloodstains on the floor, basking in a hauntingly bluish light. She got the cold feeling creeping slowly up her spine, the same feeling she remembered getting while watching horror vid's as a kid with her brother, who would always tease her and laugh when she covered her eyes and ears when the suspense was too great for her. It wasn't so funny now. She drew her pistol, activated the laser sight, and crept of the bridge. Slowly she made her way to the armory, hoping to find supplies, and maybe some of the crew. The fact that the door was slicked with blood didn't give her too much hope of the latter. After fighting down the overwhelming desire to run, she triggered the door. She walked in, and bumped into something. She quickly drew away, and aimed her gun. She couldn't make out what it was, but she was never one to take chances. She drew out her sniper rifle, and aimed it at the “thing” that she bumped. In a fluid movement, she activated the zoom and the night vision in quick succession. She let out a scream as one of her crew-members faces, horribly distorted, jumped forward in her scope. It's face was in a horrible, ghastly grimace of pain, and was also held in mid-air by a strange device that emitted a ghostly blue light. It slowly rotated around and around, in an endless cycle of death. She stifled her revulsion, and attempted contact“.
Kenny? Y-you hear me? You alright?”
Nothing but the echoes of her voice. She swore. All alone, on a ship that was crashed, and probably infested with the thing that had mauled her crew mate. She was suddenly was no longer afraid. No, the strange emotion welled up inside of her was anger. Not that she held any particular like for the crew... always leering, always winking, always asking for a dance. But the fact that something could bear to mutilate someone in such a way... THAT made her angry. She slammed home a magazine for her assault rifle.
“They wanna mess with the crew?” She snarled. “They get to mess with me.”
So with her AR at the ready, she crept down to the captains quarters. Keara knew what she saw partially blocking the door was a barricade. She also knew that due to the fact it had been busted through meant that it had also failed its purpose. As she walked in, she saw something move in the darked corner. She flipped on night vision. Their was a groan, a scream, she looked about wildly, trying to control her heart. The captains quarters were small, and made her feel boxed in, a feeling she hated. After she made sure the room was clear, she listed for the noise. She realized it came from above her, along with a ghastly “drip...drip” along noises she couldn't understand. “Voices..?” she thought, and pushed it away. It had sounded... almost spongy. She heard something behind, and she turned quickly.
“Keara?” It croaked. “Heavens be blessed it's you!”
It was a man, she could tell that, and the captain by his insignia. He looked like a man that had been through a room of unspeakable, as she saw the jump at every noise, the darting eye's... and the looks in his eye's of a man that has seen worse horrors that can be imagined.
“I have quite a tale to tell you.” He said. “But lets re-build the barricade, lest they break through again.
“They?” Keara questioned.
“I'll tell you while we work.” grated the captain.
Not the best, but I will do I hope.