I sat down at a table to catch my breath, the access way lights flickering. I swung wildly, landing a few good blows, all the while feeling my TranStar-issued bio suit lose integrity as it was whipped and ripped by ichor-like tentacles.Ī final blow forced a death screech from the mimic. I heard a pop behind me and the sound of rolling metal, a trashcan that was now a writhing ball of tar intent on eating my face. My heart raced as a broken vid screen hissed into life, and I turned toward the threatening voice of the station’s computerized warning system. The station was silent, except for the distant thudding of a patrolling Phantom somewhere above me. My wrench was out as I crouched to move slowly and carefully through the hidden area of the station. The rumor was that there was a weapon there that could help me against these bloody Typhon, aliens that look like 3D oil slicks with the morphing ability of the mythical doppelganger and the lightning quick speed of the Flash, without the one-liners. I was working my way through a dimly lit access way on Talos I, trying to get to the Security station.
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