Federation Side:
Ghost hesitated a bit and look into the open visor of Althea. For a minute he only stood there, paralyzed at the sight of Althea's face. A memory flashed by, thoughts of his mother, who looked similar to Althea. He couldn't move, and with a drop in blood pressure he collapsed. Mikey rushed in and caught him in time.
"Shit, this is too much for him. He must have had a relapse. This place reminds him too much of his childhood fears," Mikey popped a revive pill into Ghost's mouth and shook him awake, "You sure you're up for this man?"
"I'm fine, just Althea, keep your visor closed. You look like my mother, that's why I passed out. She turned into one of those... Things," his heart was racing, fear overfilled him, "Mission, the mission. C'mon Ghost, what's keeping you."
"You're not up for this, guard our exfil point and use your Illusion ability to disguise as one of the guards. Preferably the one I just killed."
"Roger, I'll stay near the landing pad," Ghost changed forms into a Lylatian Soldier with Illusion, stationing himself were the other guard was.
Lylatian Side:
"Ya know Derreck, these things are actually kinda fun to mess around with," one soldier was throwing some fish at the angry Necromorphs.
"Dude! What the hell are you doing?! Get away from the cage rookie!"
"Oh c'mon, what's the worst that can hap-" he was cut short by a probe that had been stabbed through him by an Infector. Within seconds he turned into Slasher and lunged at the other guard, killing him. The Slasher knew how to operate the controls to get the rest of its kin out. Upon deactivation the horde screamed in unison and began to spread across the facility.
Federation Side:
Ghost heard a familiar scream of the Slasher and jumped, "Ohhhhhh shit... M-Mikey, the Necros! They're out!"
"Ghost, relax man, pop a few tranquilizers to get your nerves down I don't- Wait, on your guard team,, he may be right."
Lylatian Side:
"See that? It's swimming away, nothing to worry about rookie, you're obviously just stressed out from the battlefield. Say, do you hear a flapping sou-" again, the guard standing next to Olaris was stabbed through the head with the probosis of another Infector. Olaris jumped back and grabbed his rifle to shoot at the undead soldier and the monsterious beast gripping onto him. His rifle shots did nothing, and in his panic he had accidently used the plasma cutter to slice the limbs off his friend, as well as the probosis of the Infector. Immediately the two Necros hissed and gruggled in pain, the viruses self distructing because they could do no harm. His heart was pounding and he watched the door, aiming his rifle at the expectant Necros.