Quarantine: Station Athena. (You are the select few, Welcome!)

[Chains]

It had been so long ago since I lost my planet. however, here I was flying through space with a red bubble around me. I had been traveling for so long, going from planet to planet to find a place to call home. Then I see in a distance, a large space station. curious, I went to investigate. I went through a door that was opened when a space ship went through. right when I entered the door shut.

[Dubaku]

*an announcement plays over the PA system and the television sets, the man on the television was donning what looked like winter attires, and had his hair styled in a small ponytail* "Brothers and sisters. The age of man is at an end. We have become too many with too little to go around. Corporations that we once trusted with our money have squandered it. The governments that we once trusted with our future have sabotaged it. To their eternal credit, we are dying. But fear not, for there is a future. As promised by the prophet, Michael Altman, the Black Marker has a plan- for all of you. It will lift us from our miserable existence, and we will become one, united in body and united in spirit. Our unity will be our salvation. We will live on, not as men, but as God. The Church of Unitology is waiting for you, my friends. Throw off the chains of this life and join us as the new one begins. I'm Jacob Arthur Danik. And I am this message." *the broadcast cuts to static and begins again*


*A puzzled look flashes across Dubaku's face* What in the hell?

[Angder]

Mal looked to the corner of the room, and picked up a wrench someone must have dropped, somehow trying to remain dignified as he clips it onto his belt.

"Well... you had a plan. Lead the way."

[Dubaku]

*as Dubaku made his way further down a corridor, he found the walls had writing on them in blood and other bodily fluids reading, "Make us whole." and some drawing of a weird over-inflated double helix* Make us whole?

[Chains]

I walk into the hall way, looking for anyone. Anyone who would be willing to tell me where I was.

[Tim Siguire]

".....yyyyeeaahh... You refugees can listen to them.. i'll just go into this armory, take this vest and leave with my pistol... you guys have fun with that... brotherhood or cult..."


Tim had a very confused and arrogantly insulted look on his face. He never liked it when someone preached about being salvation and hopr for others. ESPECIALLY when it involved anything with your own body.
"Become whole...become gods?... HAH!" Tim patted a guard on the back before leaving, wearing one of their vests. The guard thought of chasing him down, but it would waste ammo and energy, plus the vest he had would be wasted as well.


Tim looked down the halway, wary of the deep shadow he saw at the end. The staircase still had some light though, so he walked down to the civilian levels and headed towards anywhere empty.

[Dubaku]

*Dubaku continues walking around the med bay, then stops in mid stride as something occurs to him* Wait... the Church of Unitology. Where have I heard that before? Wait a minute: Unitologists. They believed that something called the Marker- that's it! That double helix thing was a drawing of a Marker. *he thought to himself* Well, I should stop wasting my time down here in Medical... looks like everything and everyone is screwed. *he makes his way to the upper floors of the station*

[Chains]

"Hello!" I call out looking for signs of life.

[Tim Siguire]

That emptiness came with a bucket full of echoes and a side of fear. The slightest scratch or bump would sound off in the quiet café.
Whatever food he found, still left there and preserved well enough, he would eat. He found a box of Ice Cream Sandwiches.
They were half melted but the wafer was still intact.


"Tch.. it's better than nothing." Tim looked up and around after thinking he heard someone's voice. "H- Hello?!?"

[Chains]

Hearing a voice, i went and and followed it.
"Hello, anyone here?" i asked as the hallways starts d getting spookier.

[Dubaku]

*Dubaku hears voices echoing through the corridor, before he can respond, he finds a group of infectors going corpse to corpse, upon infecting them, the corpses mutate in horrendous ways, extra limbs, blade like appendages, even pustules that glowed bright orange, their moans, groans, and screams can be heard throughout the corridor* The f-ck

[Tim Siguire]

"I don't think i'm hearing things." He inaudibly whispered to himself.


Tim called out once more, ready to flip a table beside him.
"Hey! ....Heeeeellooo?"

[Chains]

"Hello, anyone here!" i call out once more not able to find anyone.

[Tim Siguire]

Tim flips a table, making a loud echoing clamor. He lightly jogs towards the voice, opening a door that leads to a hallway.
*whistles loudly* ... "I hope I don't find an undead here..."


Little did he know, the stairs might be out of the question.