Tell the truth

"It all happened so fast. I was just finishing my journal alone when the alarms went off. I found the lead researcher Dr. Stewart dead and knew something was wrong when I saw his body. I **** my way into the observation room, heard weird sounds, and then I was attacked by some alien arachnid out of the blue. It hit me with venom, stunned me, and put its tail in my..." you point at your girly part.

"So it impregnated you with something?" the sergeant presses.

"Most likely. I feel fine right now though and also," you tap your stomach. "It doesn't feel like anything is growing inside. At least for now."

"Anything else? You sure you weren't exposed to any kind of biological agents? Jackson, close that door behind us."

"No. Afterwards I woke up, heard the buzz and opened the door thinking help had come."

The door hisses shut as the sergeant makes his decision.

"Men, lower your weapons," the sergeant orders. "Miss Sands... ah, Rachel if you don't mind. You look very healthy right now and alien impregnation; well that's not the same thing as being exposed to a contagion technically. You are safe for now."

Your mind relaxes just a little bit. You have a few more minutes or hours to live at least. That's something.

"So what now Sergeant Zhang?" you ask.

"Introductions for starters. I am yours truly. To my left is Lance Corporal Jerry Gomez and to my right is Private Ronald Jackson. We are with the United Nations Recon **** Marines. This is all... strange."

"Don't forget freaky Sarge," Gomez adds.

"Our scout ship was conducting a very not so routine patrol around this sector. We docked and were in the middle of a surprise inspection when we heard the alarm. We thought that some biological incident occurred, but everybody now knows it's not that simple. There are things roaming around here, ugly things no human has ever seen before."

Sergeant Zhang looks down and shakes his head before continuing.

"We did come across several dead security teams of two on our way here; your pistol toting guys with vest armor weren't expecting this type of emergency. Good news is we on the other hand got some excellent firepower and head-to-toe protection. New L-304 **** rifles and Mark 2 Griffon exosuits right off the assembly line before we deployed. Bad news? There are only a few of us, who knows what else is out there on this station, and there's a lot of distance to cover to get back to our ship."

You run your hands through your hair and note that it's still well done even after your ordeal. "So this is all of you? You don't have anyone back at your ship to call for help?"

"Yes ma'am. We're it. It'll take weeks for reinforcements to get here. Our best bet is to abandon this station and go back to base. That way we could send more men over."

"This is only my third mission..." Jackson murmurs.

An inhuman pounding sound on the door breaks the conversation. The four of you turn your attentions to it. There is no buzzing on the intercom.