Catching up with the team

Evelyn follows the captain to the bridge, where Amanda and Kristen await, looking at monitors and switching the cameras around to view the live feed of the away team. As the girls got themselves comfortable by the monitors, they checked their signals with the squad.

"Come in, Marylyn." Kristen speaks into the terminal. A feed comes online, and Marylyn's face pops up, surrounded by a dark environment that resembles a ship corridor. Her helmet light shines a beam forward, while the light from other team members behind her are occasionally seen behind. "I'm here." she affirms.

"What's going on in there?" Ashley asks, her gaze sometimes switching over to a live map that details the women's positions through the ship with blips, slowly mapping the corridors as their nav devices echo-pinged the hard walls to draw a virtual layout. "No sign of life, ma'am." the soldier replies, visibly checking her corners and flanks as she progresses. "This place is dark, it's empty and it's abandoned."

Another woman behind Marylyn joins the call, her feed just slightly behind that of the soldier leading them. Cheryl, a medic attached to the squad, has her rifle primed forward in view. "I don't like one bit of this..." she speaks with a shivering tone. "It just doesn't feel right."

"Keep your heads on a swivel and stay focused!" Marylyn commands.

“Noted.” Ashley speaks as she glances at the feeds available and swipes the touchscreen a few times to update the mission parameters. “According to the schematics here, the vessel is a Hope class Ark ship, constructed in twenty-five-thirty. From the blueprints matching against your nav maps, you seem to be at the intersecting corridor just outside cafeteria B-forty. If you head forward and take two lefts, you should arrive at the main residential concourse of this sector. The administrative sector is up ahead, and if you can find your way in, you should be able to interface with the admin terminal to get its logs as we have briefed earlier.”

“Roger that, ma’am.” Marylyn affirms as she gestures to her followers with her hand signals.

“We should pull them out.” Evelyn interjects as she shakes her head and bites her lips in anxiety. Evelyn had felt an intense surge of emotions, as if a sudden warning of the dangers ahead. Her mind flashed a few times, each time an involuntary vision of a terrible scene.

In one scene, Evelyn found herself in the perspective of Cheryl, the medic, who lies naked and spreads her legs as a maniacal man grabs her thighs and rams his dick forcefully while laughing. Another man sits on her face, as he slaps his balls on her mouth before stuffing his rod in fully. Feeling like ****, Cheryl pushes herself off with a shriek, but in her view, she can only see Marylyn lying helpless on the side, her body spasming and her limbs struggling to move, while other men pounce on her and rip their clothes off before moving on to hers.

“Ughhh…” Evelyn grunts as she presses a palm on her forehead in pain. “Pull them out!” she exclaims.

Amanda grabs Evelyn’s arm and gently massages her back. “Hey, hey hey…” she says with a gentle voice. “They are okay..” she smiles and points towards the monitor showing the women in the Avalon still alive and well, operating their laser cutter on a sealed door to get through.

“These visions…” Evelyn sits back on a chair in exasperation. “I can’t… ” she utters as she rubs her forehead and pushes her fringe aside to give her a clear view of the monitors.

Ashley turns to Evelyn and pats her on the back. “We will get them out as soon as they hit the terminal logs. Shouldn’t be too long” she then turns back to the monitors to speak. “Away team, once you hit the logs, if there are no signs of life, you are to immediately pull back to the Winterlynx for immediate extraction.”

“Roger that.” Marylyn replies over the comm. “We are almost at the concourse.”

Evelyn folds her arms as she strut herself up and down the bridge, anxious. A nagging feeling in her keeps her on the edge. She fiddled with her long ponytail as she kept her head down.

“Away team?” Evelyn hears Kristen asking, her voice getting anxious. “Marylyn? Anyone?” Kristen speaks as she frantically taps on the monitors to no avail. The feeds have gone dark, and no audio or visuals were coming back. Even the nav mapping was stopped, their blips frozen in place at the concourse for a long time.

Ashley gasps, as she pushes herself closer to shout into the comms. “Away team! This is the captain! Please respond!” After a long bout of awkward and fearful silence, where only the Winterlynx’s own operating sounds could be heard, Ashley slams her hands on the terminal as she walks away in anger. “Fuck!” she exclaims. “Please let this be just a malfunction!”