With **** you double check the error code, but despite your hopes it doesn't go away. Groaning you pull on a hard hat and a respirator and head into the cargo bay. You're glad to see it isn't deep into the bay, just on the other side of the first row.
Walking past the crates you try not to focus too much on the warning labels. It really isn't your job to know what is being transported, just that it gets to it's destination safely. But it's hard to ignore the warnings.
"Highly Dangerous" "Bio Hazard" "High Pressure."
You turn the corner and see the crate in question. It was off balance, and leaning dangerously into the isle. As you get closer a loud thud from outside the cargo bay rattles the cargo and the crate tips towards you smashing to the floor!
"Fuck!" Is all you manage to scream before the crate bursts open, one of the cannisters inside fracturing and sending a plume of pink smoke pouring over you. Your skin starts to buzz and your vision is starting to fade as you stumble back towards the door. You manage to get there but not before the silent alarm goes off and the door locks.
Defeated, accepting **** you collapse to the floor. Hoping it will be quick. But as you drift into unconsciousness you can feel something happening to you. Something that was... not entirely unpleasant
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