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DEAD SPACE: CREW EXPENDABLE (USM VALOR FAN FIC)

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Grammar matters not! I'm just expressing my ideas and concepts to unmask the untold story behind the USM VALOR.

What always interested me and made me obessed with the idea was how the Necromorphs spread sooooo damn quickly when only a Slasher was onboard the escape pod the Valor picked up from the Ishimura. It made my imagination run wild...Life onboard the the USM VALOR.

This is my scripted story of how the infection process began...

DEAD SPACE

Crew expendable



“Shit! Stand back! I hope that one was dead when I sealed the pod...these things don’t die easily.” – Hammond (DEAD SPACE – CHAPTER 4)



CHAPTER 1 – FIRST CONTACT:

9 Hours away from the Aegis VII incident.

A lonely destroyer class vessel from Earth’s defence force NAVY named the USM VALOR, passes through the cold vacuum of deep space.

USM VALOR REPORTING...

9 HOURS TO REACH DESTINATION POINT...

MISSION BRIEFING:

EYES ONLY - PRIORITY BLACK

FROM: CHIEF OF STAFF, EARTH DEFENSE

ATTN: COMMANDER CADIGAN, F.

OPERATION WHITE LIGHT

THEATER: AEGIS SYSTEM, PLANET PENDING

OBJECTIVE: DEEP CLEANSE

CEC vessel USG Ishimura in breach of

Government order. They are believed to have

Recovered Marker 3A. Special Ops has

Confirmed the system but has been unable

To provide the planet location.

Special Ops advises caution. If Marker 3A

Has been recovered, infection by a lethal

Organism is a credible threat.

Shock point to Aegis system, move to

Position out of local scope range and await

Signal from Ishimura to confirm location


[-ASSIGNED BY CHIEF OF STAFF, EARTH DEFENSE-]


Although being one of the smallest E.D.F (Earth Defence Force) Destroyer ships, it possessed enough fire power to terminate an entire colony. The Valor’s crew however are a very tough hombre, soldiers that were trained to deal with situations like this. After no word from the USG ISHIMURA’s communications blackout, the USM VALOR continue their voyage to investigate. Meanwhile two off duty marines casually walk their way down the corridors to stock up some ammunition from the armory.

Valor Symbol



“I dunno what Johnson is so worried about, I guess hes never been assimilated before heh heh...hes just paranoid of what might happen. I heard he said we’re just on another patrol.” Laughed Duke

“Bullshit man, Cadigan says we’re on a destroy mission, that’s what we do... we rescue and we blow crap up!” replied Blake

“Dang right man, what have these dumbass colonists got themselves into this time?”

“I heard they brought this marker thing on board the Ishimura that those Unitologists are always babbling about.” Blake shook his head

Duke grinned and paused for a moment “No way Blake, c’mon do you seriously believe any of that?”

“I’m a non believer Duke; you’ve worked with me for the last 2 years...you know me.” Sighed Blake

Blake unlocked the main entrance to the armory holographic aura around the door flickered blue allowing access.

Meanwhile in the pilot deck, 5 of the crew sit at each of their individual control units and were alerted by something on the radar.

“Commander, I’ve detected a thermal anomaly.” Said Groves

“Meteor?” puzzled Cadigan

“No sir, its slowing down...sir its changing course! It’s coming straight for us!

...wait...I’m reading life signs of something.”

Cadigan got out of his seat and approached Groves “How many?”

“One life reading sir”

“It’s an escape pod! Send a transmission to the ISHIMURA. I think we’ve found a survivor...” Ordered Cadigan.

Groves blankly looked back at him “Do it Groves! We can’t afford to lose any civilians here! Open the hatch.” Cadigan began an audio-log to the soldiers “Alright boys I want Mac, Fisher and Johnson down at the Cargo Bay! We have a visitor. Escort our guest to the Infirmary.”

The 3 soldiers sprung into action and ran to the Cargo Deck. The vacuum door opened and the incoming pod flew in at high speed. Crashing and battering into one of the locking mechanisms, scraping and rolling on its side, causing one of the emergency panels to pop out and the vacuum door to seal shut.

“Alright, Vacuum door is sealed – proceed.” Said Harrison

“EMERGENCY IMPACT TO ESCAPE POD NUMBER 47 OF USG ISHIMURA – PLEASE CONTACT AN ENGINEER FOR REPAIRS.”

“Shit man this thing looks pretty beat up, do you think the passenger is okay?” said Mac looking at the damaged pod.

“Only one way to find out...” replied Fisher examining the pod wreckage.

Everything in the room was freezing; Johnson rubbed his hands together and then pulled out his pulse rifle...carefully moving close to the pod.

“Uhh...Commander I’ve finally received a Transmission from USG ISHIMURA. Its strong, repeats every 10 seconds... apparently there has already been a repair team to check out the ships systems. I guess they ran into...complications. The entire ship is infected.” Said Harrison

“Infected with what?” Asked Cadigan

However back down in the Cargo Bay, Fisher just opened the hatch of the escape pod.

Pointing his torch, he crept inside. A loud bloodcurdling cry filled them with fear; Fisher was instantly knocked to his knees and suddenly sliced across his neck, squirting his blood out the door.

“Help...me...” He moaned, helplessly trying to crawl out of the pod, suddenly within a blink of an eye he was impaled in the back by an unseen enemy.



“What the hell is that!” asked Mac, widening his eyes. Fisher’s lifeless body was dragged back inside the pod; there was a disturbing sound of choking coming from inside.

The passenger climbed out from the doorway. It wailed a loud growl and flexed its fingers, raising its long sharp blades and lowering into a crouching stance – the Necromorph charged.

The 2 men fired their pulse rifles, even when the Necromorph had the upper hand. It lunged one of its arm blades into Mac’s shoulder, screaming with agony Mac was lifted off his feet and repeatedly stabbed to death in his stomach. Johnson’s firearms weren’t causing any effect to the creature but he wouldn’t stop...AND IT WOULD NEVER STOP. The slasher dropped the body and turned to its last victim.

Johnson dropped his pulse rifle, out of ammo and completely terrified, he backed away slowly.

“No! NO FREAKING WAY!” he said staring into the slashers face, the most horrifying thing he had ever seen, snarling at him, Johnson had nowhere to run.

“Johnson what the hell is going on down there!?” Said Cadigan

“Mac and Fisher are down! SEND BACK UP!” panicked Johnson...”This isn’t just an ordinary visitor sir!”

The Slasher menacingly walked towards him arching its back, waving his head around. Growling back at him, raising its arms up, drooling the infectious slime from its mouth. The creature had cornered Johnson.

“Then who in the hell was on that escape pod?” worried Groves



CHAPTER 2 – THE TERROR BEGINS:

6 HOURS BEFORE DESTINATION POINT

(COMING SOON)

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