Ras Val'kor
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"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown."
-H.P. Lovecraft
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Silence occupied space like an unspoken neighbor, so close yet distant from all the stars and inner systems. In that silence, though, a tragedy occurred. One unheard of, yet to be discovered or understood. Out there among a pocket of emptiness and abyss, a hapless many struggled to bolster themselves against a nightmare incarnate. Screams became hoarse and eventually mute, every immediate sign of life becoming more and more scarce. Every child asking their mother or father if everything was going to be OK.
Nobody knew.
The ones that managed to hide could only listen to everyone else die. Sounds that no person should be able to make... and their faces, their bodies were incomprehensible. How does this kind of thing exist? Why?
Soon after the initial shock, a hush fell over the Rebel vessel. Some of the crew attempted coming out of hiding to chance upon the idea of using an escape pod, but to no avail. They were intercepted by what could only be assumed to be infected crew, but it was so hard to tell.
Their skin... their proportions were twisted, bulbous yet rotted with a sickly sweet aroma emanating from their bodies. The things they did to the unfortunate... such a fate should never be wished upon any living creature. So many were terrified to be lost in the dark of the ship, but it was so much worse to be found.
After 24 hours, the vessel was totally consumed from within. Bodies fused together into pylons that arched along walls and corridors. Still alive but nothing more in physical form than screaming biomass, these individuals would spread the disease further, feeding nutrients and being digested by the ever-expanding flesh. Sensual groaning and screams then began resonating through every hall and lobby, as the flesh itself writhed and along with it the new inhabitants of the Rebel ship. A surge of euphoria and pleasure over all, their limbs and bodies convulsing and breaking to fit a new form. A new way of living.
But from the ship's helm, a distress beacon was readied and sent. Perhaps someone was still alive after the outbreak and needed a way out. Maybe hope could still survive.
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- 12 Hours Later -
//ATTN: INCOMING DISTRESS. . .
//CNFRM: OPENING MESSAGE. . .
[AUDIO ACTIVE]
H-hel....
NO!
[TRANSMISSION DISRUPTED, FILE CORRUPT]
//MAP: SET COORDINATES AH-9 AS LAST KNOWN LOCATION. . .
//CNFRM: SET COORDINATES. . .
[LAUNCH]
Arriving on a Corvette to respond to the distress call, Ras opened the comms to reach out to the dark vessel. No apparent activity could be seen or detected.
"This is Ras Val'Kor of the Rebel Alliance, please respond."
Silence.
"I request again, please respond. This is Ras Val'Kor of the Rebel Alliance, if you do not respond within the next five minutes I will be obligated to request assistance in boarding your vessel."
- Five Minutes Later -
"Karking... really?"
"Fine."
Ras didn't understand what he was getting himself into. What he was about to put the whole of The Rebel Alliance through.
The unknown awaited inside of that vessel, things that most men couldn't understand.
There was only death.