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A rich private island owner genetically engineers graboid eggs for a hunt. The team of scientists also on the island quickly track down Burt Gummer to take down the extra large monsters, but some have already transformed into shriekers.
This film went back to the basic style of the original films which was a relief and easily made it superior to its two predecessors. There were some new twists to the creatures but they were explained and seemed more believable. Plus, more crucially, it didn’t feel like the new changes damaged the integrity of the show’s continuity.
There were several minor characters as usual to create opportunities to show off the creatures killing, however many of them weren’t very interesting. Only one or two from the hunting party stood out at all so it was just action to demonstrate the danger of the creatures rather than loss of any significant characters until fairly late in the film.
Another improvement to this film was that it dispensed with the over-comical sidekick son who lowered the tone of the horror into a disappointing attempt at humour in the previous two films. He was replaced by a similar looking character but who had more of a background and was useful at times, without reaching beyond the audience’s identification with him.
There were several references to other films which are often fun but in this case they came a bit too close to being rip-off to be comfortable with. The most obvious is the Predator-style point-of-view shots from the shriekers which was addressed in the film, the human antagonist looks just like the title character from Kill Bill (2003) and is even called Bill, and the whole premise of the film is basically Jurassic Park (1993).
5/10 -Can’t find a better example of average-
-The original title for the film was “Tremors: Island Fury”.
-Michael Gross genuinely at the grub his character is seen eating in the film and he grew out his beard for his early scenes.
-Part of the promotional material featured Burt announcing his candidacy for the 2020 presidential election on youtube.
Captain Hindel sat in the bridge as the shuttle maneuvered in for docking. She had since muted the feeds to spare her crew the sound of Varrez’s crying, though allowed the feeds to continue playing. Protocol aside, she decided against hiding this from her officers; even if she wanted to, it was well past the point.
She still couldn’t believe it on some level. Her first mission as captain, in charge of a new crew, and she already suffered a fatality under her watch. A gruesome one at that.
“Someone better tell Dr. Walsh to cancel that surgery” Komev said, finally looking away.
“I sent them in” Hindel said softly. “I told them to go inside.”
“You didn’t know this would happen” Ellson said.
Hindel scoffed. “Oh yes, go investigate the strange alien ruin on an unexplored moon, what could possibly go wrong?”
“Captain” Tajmaran said. “The power surge from the structure has gone off our charts, still rising.”
On XH-Ld’s surface, from the midst of the fossilized forest, a point of light shone and grew, flickering in a pulse that emitted a bright band of energy that spread across the moon like a ripple on a pond, racing over plains and mountains, vainly annihilating a world already dead, until it overlapped itself on the opposite end, breaking against its own wave. The pulse stopped, the readings dropped, and XH-Ld was sterilized once more.
The bridge crew watched, though found little amazement in it. They felt like children uncovering a harsh truth hidden from them by cautious parents, stumbling blindly into it without context, all the more scarred by it.
“Shuttle’s docked, ma’am” Ellson said.
“Tell them to meet me in my quarters when they’re able” Hindel said. “You have the bridge, Ellson.”
Word spread through the ship about Talgold’s death, creating an air of confusion and sadness, especially with Dr. Walsh. Hindel waited at her desk, equal parts patient and anxious, wondering how she would inform Sorenson of this, and how the company would inform his family.
Her console chimed.
“Hornens reporting, ma’am. Let me start by saying I’m sorry to hear about Talgold.”
“I’ve got the flight recorder sorted out” Hornens said. “And the damn thing’s encrypted. Most of it, anyway. Code Three.”
“Three?” Hindel said. “That’s company eyes only.”
“Sure is” Hornens said. “So unless we’ve got a high-ranking CEO onboard, this has pretty much been a waste of time.”
Hindel thought a few moments, keeping him on the line.
“Captain, you there?”
“Do you have any experience with such encryptions, Mr. Hornens?”
Hornens scoffed. “What?”
“I’ve read your file. You used to write code for Sorenson’s security division before transferring to engineering, not on the happiest of terms either.”
“That was years ago” Hornens said. “Even if I did, accessing those files without executive approval is a felony offense. We could lose our jobs just talking about this.”
“One of my crew has already lost his life” Hindel said. “And an entire ship was lost before that. I’d say those are circumstances warranting a peek behind the curtain, wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t think they will.”
“If they bring down the hammer, tell them I threatened you with insubordination and confinement; I’m a first-time captain gone hysterical who almost had you thrown out the airlock; I’ll make up the story, all you have to do is back me up on it.”
Hornens laughed nervously. “I’d never ask you to do that.”
“What would you do if you were in my position, Mr. Hornens?”
Now he kept her waiting on the line. He sighed. “Give me an hour. Hornens out.”
A few minutes later Varrez, Han and Barrens entered her quarters, their faces pale and sunken. Dr. Walsh was with them, standing to the side as an impartial listener. Their debriefing started at when they first lost contact in the structure, going methodically and painfully over the details up to the point communications were reestablished; Talgold’s activation of the structure, how its interface injured and affected him, and the creatures that attacked them. Here the debriefing lingered, having the hardest questions and the rawest emotions.
“We can’t tell you what they were” Han said in summary. “Animals, aliens, if it was the builders of that ruin mutated by infection, or if that’s just how they naturally looked.”
He shuddered. “I’d hate to think anything like that could be natural, though.”
“But now what happened to the Wanderer makes more sense” Barrens said. “The growth in the lab, the blood on the walls; it must’ve infected some of them. It wasn’t a mutiny; it was an outbreak.”
“Do we still have samples of this onboard, Dr. Han?” Hindel said.
“Not anymore” Han said. “As soon as we returned, I vaporized all the samples. I sterilized the containers and vaporized them too, just in case.”
“I guess procedures were less strict on the Wanderer” Varrez said flatly. “Didn’t know what they were dealing with, treated it like another benign specimen.”
“And it was one of the infected crew that attacked you, killing Talgold?” Hindel said.
Barrens shrugged. “As far as any of us can tell.”
“Where is his body?”
“In one of the pressurized rooms by the hangar. He got decontaminated with the rest of us, but I’d keep him in there just in case.”
“Doctor” Hindel said, turning to Walsh. “Given the nature of what we’re dealing with, keeping his body for an autopsy or any other reason would be putting the crew in unnecessary danger of infection, would it not?”
“Agreed” Walsh said. “Best to give Talgold his proper send-off, seeing as we have no way to vaporize an entire body. Sooner, rather than later.”
“Very well” Hindel said. “If there’s nothing left to discuss, I declare this briefing, and this mission, over. I’ll notify the company, and set a course for home.”
“Roger that” Barrens said. The others silently nodded.
“I’ll personally see to Talgold’s remaining affairs, if you don’t mind” Walsh said. “Least I can do, being his former superior.”
“Not at all” Hindel said. “And I’m sure it goes without saying that everything that happened on the surface, and this debriefing, is to remain classified, especially when we return to port. Understood?”
“Yes ma’am” they said.
“Good, I’ll inform the others as well. Dismissed.”
They filed out in a somber mood, returning to their stations or to their bunks, whichever seemed better. Varrez remained, sitting quietly, looking beyond where eyes could see with unbroken concentration.
She blinked. “Captain?”
“Do you need anything?”
Varrez smiled thinly.
“No ma’am, I’m sorry, it’s just…after what happened, I never thought I’d actually look forward to a cryo-pod.”
“I think we all are” Hindel said. “Remember, if you do need anything, I’m right here.”
“Of course, thank you captain.”
Varrez excused herself and left, leaving Hindel alone. One heartfelt sigh and music request from her console database later, her chime went off.
“Hornens reporting, ma’am. I’ve accessed the logs and have them on file. Should I send them over?”
An icon appeared on her screen. She tapped it and opened a catalog of feeds, reports, archives and personal logs, arranged from oldest to newest.
“I owe you one, Mr. Hornens.”
“Let’s hope it was worth it, Hornens out.”
The catalog began with the Wanderer’s entering of the XH system and ended, rather abruptly, after a few dozen logs, the latest dated a week after the crew’s waking. Hindel chose a written log mid-way through the list and worked her way down.
Anderson, Samuel M. manual report
Mission time: 4,452.17.03 hours
Northern hemisphere fully mapped. Found several promising sites for
further exploration; schedules already made and preparations underway.
Results should be interesting.>
It came with a list of attachments, scans of the promising sites: basins, dry river valleys, et cetera, and one Hindel recognized. She tapped to enlarge the image, and felt immediate dread. It was the fossilized forest where the alien structure was hidden. She flipped through more logs and reports.
Anderson, Samuel M. manual report
Mission time: 4,467.37.11 hours
Site 15-45 checked out today. Quite the anomaly. Samples taken and studied.
Wanted to investigate strange readings inside, but sudden storm caused
mission abort. Will return on better conditions. Content with samples
So they didn’t find the structure? How did they encounter the creatures then? She opened an audio file from their science officer, dated a little after Anderson’s eighth entry.
Science division, Dr. Alder recording. Following a hunch about XH-Ld’s previous climate conditions, I’ve placed some of the samples in a nutrient-rich bath inside a container of oxygen. An hour into the test, and already I’m getting signs of revitalization. If it keeps going this well, I might do similar tests with the other samples. Who knows what we could learn from this tough little son of a gun? It would be worth a lifetime’s worth of work to see what kind of flowers bloom from that forest once we get a colony going. End report.
She read her way to the two last entries on the file. The next to last was the final audio log from Dr. Alder.
Science division, Dr. Alder recording. A day into the test and the samples are getting too big for their containers. I had to move them to the largest ones I’ve got. Their rate of growth and regeneration is astounding; just imagine the medical applications. Also, they’ve begun to sprout fungi-like protrusions; I plan on testing those as well, as soon as I find more containers. End report.
Then, the last entry. It was a video recording from a personal log, with no date or description. After a little hesitance, she played it.
Through the initial static, it showed the efforts of two people soldering a pressure door shut, breathing heavily and muttering worriedly.
“Think that’ll hold?” a man said off-camera.
“No” a woman said, also off-camera. “None of the others did.”
The perspective then went bobbing down a corridor, held by shaking, nerve-wracked hands.
“Oh-kay…” the male voice said. “This is Captain Sam Anderson recording what will likely be my final log. The sample, the thing…it’s devoured most of my crew by now, turned them into, into…”
He paused for a breath, swallowing the knot in his throat.
“They swept through the ship so fast, it’s only me, Tanaka, Gavin and O’Keeffe left. The rest are gone. If the company sends a rescue party, if someone comes looking for us, get out of here…get the hell out of here, before it devours you too…”
His frayed composure slipped for a second, and he began to sob. Fighting his pending breakdown, Anderson continued.
“I’m going to crash the ship and jettison a pod with the flight recorder inside. Hopefully, that and the high-level encryptions will keep it intact until someone finds it. Please find this. For the love of God, find this. It’s too late for us. This is Captain Anderson, signing off.”
Static, then nothing.
Heart pounding and herself on the brink of tears, Hindel jumped from her chair and ran out of her quarters, sliding down the ladder to C-deck. Pausing only to catch herself from slipping, she barged into the rec room where Barrens, his men, and doctors Han, Varrez and Walsh were gathered. Her haggard stance immediately put them on edge.
“Barrens!” she said. “You and I are getting into pressure suits and spacing that body, right now, do you understand?”
Barrens, flat-footed, gave a quick “Yes ma’am.”
She ran back down the corridor, Barrens following close behind. Varrez’s fingers started to tremble. She glanced at Han and Walsh.
“This just won’t end, will it?”
Hindel and Barrens ran to the excursion room, donning their environment suits and helmets. On impulse, Barrens grabbed his shock rifle and slung it over his shoulder.
“Mind telling me what’s going on, captain?”
Hindel synched her helmet in place, locking it for a seal.
“The Wanderer crew” she breathed. “It infected them, made them kill each other.”
She turned to Barrens. “It turned them into those things on the moon, and the same thing’s going to happen to us if we don’t space Talgold!”
His eyes went wide. “And how the hell do you know that?”
“Just trust me, and follow me!”
Suited up, they took the lift down to the hangar. Barrens unlatched a service dolly from the wall and rolled it over.
“Which room?” Hindel said.
“First on the right.”
She went to the door and hit the release, opening it with a hiss. Hindel gasped. There was no body inside. The cadaver bag was shredded to pieces, filled with shallow pools of blood and bits of flesh. Wet streaks were on the floor and walls, a particularly long, dark streak under a vent port with its cover torn away. A mangled environment suit lay discarded nearby.
“Oh God no…”
“Christ” Barrens said. “We better warn the crew.”
Hindel alerted her flight officers by her personal com, who then sounded the alarm throughout the ship. Ensign Komev’s voice carried on all decks: “Attention all hands, attention all hands, class-three quarantine procedures are in effect. All crew except search and rescue are to report to their quarters immediately until quarantine is lifted. Search and rescue are to suit up and report with weapons to the hangar; repeat, search and rescue to the hangar.”
Davis, Duvin and Farzen suited up, armed themselves without knowing why, and met Barrens by the open pressure door, seeing for themselves the mess left behind, grimacing.
“Holy fuck” Duvin said.
“What the hell happened here, sarge?” Farzen said. “Where’s the body?”
“Through the vent” Barrens said.
“I thought he was supposed to be dead” Davis said.
“He was” Barrens said. “For a while.”
“What do you mean ‘a while’?” Davis said. “What the hell’s going on here, sir?”
Barrens took in a breath and sighed. “We encountered something on the surface; mutants, monsters, whatever they are. The growth we found in the wreck? The captain thinks it infected the Wanderer crew and turned them into what Talgold probably is now. If you can breathe it in or have to come in contact with it, we don’t know; that’s why everyone’s in quarantine and we’re in suits. Like it or not, it’s our job to take care of it.”
“Of what?” Farzen said.
Barrens paused, staring off for a brief moment before turning to his team.
“A lot of blood, a lot of gore. I couldn’t explain’em to you if I tried, except that they’re as though as they are ugly, and they scream.”
His men looked confused, and not really reassured. Barrens set his shock rifle to its maximum setting, implying for them to do the same.
“I’m not gonna lie, this could become a shit show real fast, but if we can fry this son of a bitch or pin him down somewhere, there’s a chance we can kill it with no casualties.”
“What’s the plan, sir?” Farzen said.
Barrens glanced over the room. “Well, he’s using the ducts. If we can get the bridge to seal off the junctions after we clear them, we might be able to corner it, or funnel it towards the airlock. Good enough?”
“Yes sir” Davis said. The rest muttered approval.
He contacted the bridge.
“Barrens to Captain Hindel: we’re going to search the vents, starting in the hangar and working up the decks. We need you to manually close off all junctions behind us as we go, and steer it towards the airlock.”
“Will do” Hindel said. “Keep in touch, sergeant.”
“Aye ma’am, Barrens out.”
He turned to his team. “Ready?”
They nodded, and began their methodical clearing of the hangar vents; two teams on either side of a room or hallway, one opening the vent and the other peering inside, panning their light and rifle, going slow. From the main hangar bay doors to the pressure rooms behind, they found nothing beyond Talgold’s initial bloody mess.
“Junctions A-1 through A-10 clear” Barrens said. “Hangar bay swept.”
“Roger that” Hindel said. “Closing off.”
A dull locking thud echoed from the walls. The SAR team went up to C-deck, Barrens manually locking the lift in place under their feet as they stepped off. They spread out at the level’s terminus and slowly combed their way down, tense but prepared, clearing and sealing the galley, the recreation room, utilities, lavatories, showers and cryo-chamber. Again, no contact.
“This bastard’s really good at hiding” Duvin said.
“You’d think with all that blood, he’d leave some kind of trail” Farzen muttered.
“Barrens to bridge, are you picking up any blockages anywhere in the ship?”
“Negative” Tajmaran said. “Maybe he’s not in the ducts?”
“I think we would’ve found him by now if he wasn’t” Barrens said. “Either that, or he’s up in A-deck with you guys.”
There was a pause on the line.
“I’ll keep scanning, and let you know if I find something” Tajmaran said. “Bridge out.”
“I feel safer already” Davis said.
With C-deck locked, the team went up and searched through B-deck, sweeping the ladder wells and the compartments around the elevators, checking every corner and compartment.
“Rooms and vents around B-terminus cleared” Barrens said.
“Closing off” Hindel said.
“Primary and secondary cargo next” he said to his team.
“One bay at a time, no splitting up.”
Cautiously, quietly, they paced the curve of the main cargo wing. It was spacious by design, though the Wayfarer’s days of hauling freight were well behind her. Still, its importance meant that it had been built with secondary vent covers in case of sudden vacuum or pressure loss, adding an extra little layer of tension for the SAR team as they opened the first cover, only to have another to clear; but still, no Talgold. Even so, their readouts were steadily rising the further they went without finding him.
“Primary cargo cleared” Barrens said.
“Closing off” Hindel said.
“Moving on to secondary” he rasped, motioning his men to move forward.
The secondary cargo bay, tucked behind the primary one, was basically a compartmented room for smaller hauls, humming with vibrations from the nearby engine block. The emptiness amplified it into an ominous drone. Multi-tier racks and shelves cast shadows that hid the walls and corners, making their sweeps slower, more cautious.
“How many hiding places does this ship possibly have?” Davis said.
“Too many” Duvin said. “If the threat of infection’s so damn high, why don’t we just leave it and get in the escape pods?”
“If you want to wait the year or so I’d take for a rescue ship to show up cramped up in one of those with no food or air, be my guest” Barrens said.
As Barrens and his team swept their way through the ship, the rest of the crew sat waiting in their B-deck compartments, their gazes focused on the door or off to some far point. No one spoke at first beyond soft murmurings, but as time and nerves wore on, and no updates came from the bridge, Mason exhaled.
“I hate this; sitting around, doing nothing, not knowing what’s going on.”
“So does everyone else” Ausmith said. “I’m sure the captain will inform us of what’s happening when we need to be, or when our quarantine’s been lifted.”
“Easy for you to say” Mason said. “You already have some idea of what this is all about, being the shuttle pilot.”
He looked over to Han and Varrez. His face was drawn, and he raised his voice.
“You do too, don’t you? What’s the captain so afraid of?”
“That’s enough, Mason” Hornens said. “Don’t start this.”
“Start what?” Mason said. “Look, I’m not trying to start anything, I just think it’s time we were told what’s going on. Am I the only one?”
“No, you’re not” Ausmith said. “But the rest of us don’t know much more than you do. We may as well ask you what engineering got from the Wanderer’s flight recorder?”
Mason shrugged. “Can’t say. Hindel ordered it sent directly to her as soon as we decoded it –but that’s what I mean; there’s way too much secrecy over what’s been going on lately.”
Mason looked again to Han and Varrez.
“What happened down there? How did Talgold die?”
Varrez said nothing. She didn’t even look at him.
“The captain insisted we keep it confidential” Han said.
“Sure she did, sure” Mason said, getting up from his bunk, raising his voice again.
“Why wouldn’t it be? Why not keep us in quarantine the whole way home, if that’s what’ll take? All I want is a few little answers, is that so much to ask?”
“Calm down, Mason” Hornens said.
“I’m not gonna calm down!” Mason said. “This is bullshit, and you know it!”
There was a loud thump over Mason’s head, ending his ranting. A ceiling panel bulged, buckled, and gave way, collapsing at his feet. A scrambled mass of gore fell with it, shrieking and flailing wildly. Mason jumped back, and everyone else sprang away from their bunks.
Aside the obvious bone and limb-twisting deformations, the eyes of Talgold’s corpse hung limply from their sockets, replaced by tendril-like feelers. His drooling jaw was split into mandibles, showing new rows of teeth lining his gaping throat. He shrieked again, gurgling his blood-caked spittle.
Varrez screamed and bolted for the door. The others stumbled after, but the creature was able to corner Mason. It swung its arm and slashed him with a serrated vine-like growth, throwing him to the wall. The creature leapt at Mason and began mutilating him, slashing him with claws and spines, opening as many wounds as it could. Blood spray slapped the wall, and Mason cried desperately for help while vainly shielding himself with mangled arms.
No one helped. They were banging on the door, prying at it, yelling for anybody to hear. Varrez in her panic kept hitting the door release, despite knowing that quarantine protocols had it firmly locked.
Hornens smacked a com-display on the bulkhead, opening a channel to the bridge.
“Captain, Captain! Open the door, it’s in here with us! Captain, can you hear me? Open the goddamn door!”
“I can’t!” Hindel said. “Barrens has to override it from the outside!”
“Get him, hurry!”
“I’m on it, hang on!”
Having torn Mason apart and shredded his major organs, the creature turned its attention to the screaming mass of victims it had to choose from, and closed in.
Ausmith grabbed a fire extinguisher near the door and sprayed at it, slowing it, though not stopping it. Yelling, he attacked it with the empty bottle but was swatted to the deck, blood gushing from his mouth, his jaw hanging limply by its tendons. It was his turn to be gored, buying the others precious few seconds with his losing struggle against their infected crewmate.
Barrens and his men rushed to the door and overrode the lockdown, standing aside as the others spilled out into the corridor a screaming tangle of hysteria. The SAR team formed up and leveled their shock rifles, firing at the abomination just as it finished mutilating Ausmith. Static rounds struck it in the torso and shoulder, making it wail and crawl away, slipping back up into the ceiling for escape, leaving blood dripping from the vent.
“Recovery!” Barrens said.
His men moved in, Davis standing guard under the vent while Duvin and Farzen checked their casualties.
“Mason’s gone, real gone” Farzen said, his voice high and shaking.
“So’s Ausmith” Duvin said. “Fuckin’ Christ.”
“Get the rest to safety!” Barrens said. “Leave the bodies!”
“We should check them for injuries first” Davis said.
Davis nodded and sprinted out to the corridor. Barrens contacted Hindel.
“Mason and Ausmith are dead. Talgold’s still on the loose, so we’re coming up to A-deck. Seal off everything behind us, and I mean everything!”
“Will do” Hindel said. “Bring them up!”
Barrens called for Farzen and Duvin, and they rejoined Davis in the corridor. The civilian crew were huddled and shaken, but fairly well composed considering.
“Any of them hurt?”
“Good. Farzen and I will take point. You and Duvin have the rear.”
The SAR team escorted the civilian crew swiftly to B-deck’s terminus, splitting up to use both elevators; Davis and Duvin taking Han and Varrez, Barrens and Farzen taking Hornens and Walsh. The creature that was Talgold, far from being killed or satiated, crawled out from one of the ladder wells and lunged at them, screeching as it attacked. Farzen pivoted and fired, aiming wide and missing. It lashed at him and struck him across the helmet, shattering his faceplate and sending him reeling. It grabbed him and threw him over its shoulder, going for the rest trapped in the elevator; it slashed at them, tearing a jagged gash along Walsh’s arm. Barrens pulled him back and fired point-blank into its toothy throat, forcing it to retreat as the doors closed, their elevator ascending to A-deck.
Breathing hard, Barrens shouted and banged his fist against the doors.
“Farzen, Farzen goddamn it!”
Walsh held his arm and hissed through his teeth as the entire sleeve turned red, and blood began dripping from his fingers. Hornens looked at him warily, leaning away.
“That’s a pretty bad cut, doc.”
“It’s nothing” Walsh said. “Absolutely nothing.”
The elevators opened to A-deck, locking in place as Hindel prepared to seal them off from the rest of the ship. Junctions were closed, covers were slid over the ladder wells, and primary power was cut for good measure. Only A-deck would be allowed to function at full capacity. The engines groaned, shuddered, and faded out, leaving the Wayfarer to float listlessly in orbit over a dead world, all but dead herself.
The survivors filed out into the terminus, stunned and scared, but glad to be alive. The elevators closed and sat motionless. Blunt thumping, followed by soft scratching and low growling, could be heard below their feet.
“Gather them up” Barrens said to Davis, now the most senior of his men.
“We’re moving as far from any entry below deck as we can get. Main Fore’s right behind the bridge, right?”
“I think so” Davis said.
“We’re moving there, then.”
“Yes sir” Davis said, looking around. “Where’s Farzen?”
“He…didn’t make it.”
Hearing that from the sergeant was a shock to him, but Davis’ training quickly suppressed it. Any words he had were stuck in his throat, and swallowed back down.
“I’ll go get Duvin” he said.
Hindel ran out from the bridge to meet them, sweat dotting her brow, her environment suit disheveled.
“Is this everyone?”
“Most” Barrens said. “Farzen was killed by the elevators.”
“I’m sorry to hear that” Hindel said.
Barrens nodded. “Dr. Walsh is wounded. I recommend isolated treatment in sickbay.”
“Of course” Hindel said. “In the meantime…we’ll think of something we can do.”
While most of the surviving crew were taken to the forward compartment by the bridge, Walsh was confined to sickbay and left to the care of Dr. Han. Wearing a hazmat suit, he cleaned and bandaged Walsh’s arm, after taking blood and tissue samples for study.
“Think that’s a good idea?” Walsh said.
“Given our situation, or yours rather” Han said. “It couldn’t hurt to figure out the infection’s rate of spread, growth, or consumption of living tissue. Don’t worry, I’ll have my eyes on it.”
“I’m sure that’s what the science officer on the Wanderer thought” Walsh said.
“They didn’t know what they were dealing with” Han said.
Walsh chuckled. “Neither do we.”
Han didn’t respond as he finished cleaning and wrapping the wound. “If you need anything, you have mine and the captain’s coms.”
“Don’t worry about me” Walsh said. “Quarantine’s actually pretty comfy, once you get used to it.”
“Oh? Then I’ll just take my samples and be on my way.”
Han got up to leave, but Walsh stopped him.
“There is one more thing, if you don’t mind.”
He lowered his voice, and sighed. “If it seems I’ve started to…turn, as it were, and I’m beyond help or saving…could you talk to Sergeant Barrens about, well, you know?”
“It won’t come to that” Han said. “But I’ll pass it on.”
“Don’t mention it.”
With that, Dr. Han left sickbay.
ELIZABETH BENNET: SHAPECHANGER week – 2
Two weeks till my latest book goes online. Here’s a map of an important location in the book as well as in Pride and Prejudice.
Eliza sees her friend Charlotte (formerly Lucas) Collins when Sir Lucas and his younger daughter Maria visit her. She and her husband live in a Hunsford parsonage given to him by Lady Catherine de Bourgh.
There she meets Darcy and he proposes to her with disastrous…
Artist: @morysetta on Instagram
Somewhere deep, deep, DEEP within the caves of Mars.
when your sci fi gateway opens to a dimension where it’s raining pretty hard
The boys of Fish Bowl, a dark MLM romance in space
Status: Currently Finishing
Homura and Inigo are two young men who have been captured by aliens and imprisoned as their “Quu”, or pets. While living away from humanity is hellish, they soon realize that perhaps the real horror is being taken away from the man that they’ve come to love.
Together they must try to escape or risk losing their newfound love - forged in blood and tears at the edge of the universe, and stronger than death itself.
I kind of want a story where a character is brought back from the dead with magic or mad science and they come back insane, but instead of turning evil, they stay on the heroes’ side but just act a lot more bloodthirsty and unhinged. Like, you have a typical party fighting like action heroes or anime protags or whatever with the cool stunts and impractical combat maneuvers, then cut to this crazy bastard hacking through people like a horror villain. Bonus points if they were the cute, innocent party member before.
“Her dread vanishes, scorched away by warrior instinct.”
- Defy the Stars, Claudia Gray
part of my novel. Still a WIP. :)
The sensors showed nothing but the nebula. “I don’t understand. I swear there was something there, sir.”
The commander sighed. “Lieutenant, I know you’re bored, but no one knows these coordinates except the general. There is no way the Keth, or any ship for that matter could know our location. We are to remain here to rendezvous with the Vitiate’s command ship. Notify me when it arrives. Until then, don’t waste my time.”