Into Medbay-3 the team goes

"We're going to get what you need and then high tail on out. As for the boys who have less than 3 stripes, I want a security posture by this door. Be on the lookout for any other survivors that come this way. Rachel, would you so kindly?"

You press your palm onto the palmlock area. The circular light above turns green and beeps in approval. The piece of metal clicks and groans like old cyborg joints would. Zhang steps ahead, rifle pointed at his twelve o' clock. As soon as it detects no more entities entering, the door creaks annoyingly as it closes.

Out of all the medbays on this station, 3 one is the one you are the most familiar with. It's reserved for patients suffering from minor to moderate injuries and for personnel requiring checkups. All of the other bigger ailments are to be treated elsewhere. Being in here feels odd, it's like you can't tell that a disaster is affecting almost every other spot on the station. Could there be other areas that are fully functional?

Your heart flutters with mild optimism when a familiar face meets yours at the far end of the medbay. It's Rodney Swanson, one of the more friendlier nurses! His expression is wracked with worry as he stands next to a covered body on a hospital bed. You power walk past all the equipment, carts, and empty beds.

"Rodney you're okay!" you exclaim.

"Rachel!? Shit has hit the fan. Big time!" he glances at your exposed rear but does his best to pretend that it's covered.

"I know I know. Don't worry, we have help," you hold out an arm, presenting the marine. "Ran into him when I was in a pinch."

Rodney stares in shock as he recognizes Zhang's gear. "Oh my god, UNRAM is here!?! What are you guys doing here? Does this mean we're all saved? Hey I'm Rodney Swanson, at your service. I'm no combat medic, but I can patch anyone up in a jiffy!"

"Mr. Swanson, I'm Sergeant Travis Zhang. My team and I were on a surprise inspection when this crisis started. Have you been exposed to any alien hazards? Tell me your side of the story," Zhang asks cautiously.

As the two men converse you make you way over to a cabinet in a corner. After rummaging through medicine bottles you find a ruffled white paper bag marked 'Oopsie'. One pill remains inside, just enough to do the job. You dry swallow as the thought of looking for Emily somehow crosses your mind. By the time you are back at the bed, the two are deep in discussion.

"So you're telling me that the alien humanoids and critters are the least of our worries?"

Rodney frowns. "Hell yeah. Look sergeant, I've heard about all of the secret experiments on this station. It's the ones that I haven't heard a single peep about. These ones must hold the real danger. The thing that got Rachel? There's only one of them. The hybrid you guys shot? There's a few. The weird alien gas that you soldiers passed through in that hall on the way to Rachel? I have no idea."

"What do you mean?" you ask acting clueless.

"Found your pills huh? Right on. Well you didn't encounter it? Lucky you. There's this weird miasma rolling around in certain areas. I've been observing everything I could on cameras right after the alarms started blaring. I don't know where everyone else is. I only saw Hannah stripping herself naked after inhaling it. She was coming this way, and when I let her in myself she went crazy and tried to... rip my pants off. Long story short, I barely managed to tranq and restrain her. Sleeping beauty is under this blanket right here."

"So a recap. When exposed to this biohazard, it seems that subjects may become sexually violent and/or aroused almost instantly, and we don't know what occurs the longer it's inside their systems. Biosuits or exosuits should protect against contamination temporarily at the very least," Zhang summarizes.

"So what now?"

The great question.