The rec deck spans the entire ship in length, twelve decks high. A large boardwalk runs its length, with restaurants, theaters, nighclubs and even a small racetrack providing entertainment.
It is like a small city, or a large village. The main hallway is along the spine of the ship, and like a main street in width. Its like walking straight into the main road of a bustling city. Being able to look 12 decks up from there and seeing the stars above through the many many windows gives a little sense of freedom away from the confines of a colony ship.
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The hallway running the entire length of the ship is shrouded in darkness and silence, the numerous shops, bars, cafes and restaurants along its length all closed. What else could they be, most of the people on the ship were still in cryo, there was nobody to work any of them.
Vanderbeek sighed as he walked its length.
So far the captain refused to wake up the rest of the people. He figured they didn't need to yet, as there was not a single planet in range to even scan yet, let alone send teams towards.
He hoped next week there would be at least one planet worth examining. They were a hundred odd years behind schedule already after all.

"How am I to perform if I have no audience?" Mikoto Mishida inquired while following him around, irritation in her voice.

"You are not," Vanderbeek replied. "You are not performing for a long while, if at all. CS-8 Marco Polo is not your personal stage."

"But then why wake me?" She followed up on her question in japanese. Vanderbeek didn't understand, but he could fill in what she was spitting out at him. This woman was beginning to be a handfull.

"First of all, I didn't wake you, the ship did, because it is broken. It wakes people up at random. People that would be better off still sleeping," he snarled back at her. "And second, all civilians are required to make themselves useful. Now, since you have no technical skills, no knowledge of weaponry, cant operate any heavy equipment and sure as hell don't have the stomach to help out in medical, you will be making yourself usefull right here."

"Here? But there is nothing here, this is... closed..."

"Yes, it is indeed," Jan laughed. "all of it, except for this place right here." He stopped at the facade of a store, right next to a selection of turbo lifts. It had a large sign above the sliding doors. It read: General purpose goods, bar and grill.
"You will get to work here. I will have some crew assigned to the kitchen and small restaurant, and you can work the store. Slowly more people will be waking up, and the soldiers will need a place to relax too, so we can open this business and get things up to speed here."

"But... I know nothing of running stores."

"Yeah well, I know nothing of exploring space, yet here we are... Catch" Vanderbeek tossed a keycard to Mikoto. It fell to the floor while she stared at it, perplexed. Jan turned and walked away, leaving her standing there.
"Have fun, and if there is anything you need, let me know."

Mikoto cried. How was she supposed to get this place up and running? She knew nothing of running a store, a bar or a restaurant, and this place was all three things at once. Sure, she could provide entertainment, she could sing, dance, give guests a good show, but if anyone asked to buy a pair of shorts, what should she tell them? So she cried. She cried as she walked through the ground floor, checking out the clothing, the stationary, the consumer goods. She cried as she toured the restaurant on the second floor, wondering how to balance a tray of drinks or carry multiple plates of food, she cried as she walked around the bar on the third floor, seeing the stage, knowing she would not be on it for a long time.
She needed help, that much was sure. Help she hoped VanderBeek would provide as soon as possible.

From: Chambers Quarters


Danny arrived at the Recreational Deck at 11:15 am.


He started looking to see if Jan VanderBeek had waited up for him, still mad about his own utter failure as a person.

<< From: Engineering

The arrival of the first drone was was unusual, but nothing compared to what would follow. It moved through the recreational deck in a methodical fashion, only getting as close to a surface as it needed to scan it effectively. Though the thing zipped around quite quickly, for it to be thorough it had to check out every nook and cranny. That meant that anyone that saw it work would see it for a few minutes before it had finally moved on.

Micaela's entourage was something entirely different. One drone, slightly larger and more elaborate than the others, kept pace over her left shoulder. Seven other drones followed behind them like sycophants and yes-men, their collision avoidance routines causing them to dance around, looking like they were jockeying for position.

Once on the main concourse she opened her PC again to check on the data feed, but she closed it a moment later once it was clear nothing was amiss. Then she started wandering the deck looking for anything that would help her pass the time.

"What do you think you are doing?"
VanderBeek quickly closed the distance between himself and Micaela as he entered the rec deck. Though he had noticed Danny as he entered, he had more pressing matters to attend, like someone roaming his deck with automatons. He looked at the drones, then at Micaela, then back at the drones, buzzing, doing their work."This place is off limits, only the central shop is opened. You have no business in these parts of the rec deck."

Micaela considered the response for just a moment before discarding it. She didn't like it, but she liked getting locked up less, so she toned her indignation down half a dozen steps.

"My name is Micaela Nieves and I am currently assigned to internal security as a civilian adviser. Given the current condition of the Marco Polo I am performing a test run of a drone reconnaissance flight on the orders of Lieutenant Jennifer Maxwell. She asked me to choose a location where the test drone would not interact with any of the crew, so this seemed a good option given that, as you say, most of the deck is still closed down."

Miss Nieves, Vanderbeek replies, While I understand your reasons for testing these automatons here, I kindly request you take them elsewhere. Perhaps the holds are a better place to have metallic globes buzzing around. We might be a civilian deck, but what little civilians are awake I still consider part of the crew. Thank you.

He then turned his attention to Danny, as if completely forgetting Micaela had ever been there.
Master Chambers, how nice of you to join me. How are you settling in?

"Hey man, sorry I'm late." Danny said , pouting.

He stumbled a bit, but couldnt make himself tell Jan he had wasted an extra hour playing a crappy video game.

"I am still eager to work here, think it would be fun... or something..." he trailed off

Obviously lost for words, he just put his head down and looked mad at himself.

¨Late?¨ vanderBeek looks at his wrist watch. ¨Oh yes, now that you mention it. Well, think nothing of it, I had not even noticed yet. Anyway, What I wanted to talk to you about... Obviously you have no scientific background, and clearly you are not military, but as far as I can tell you are a people person. How would you like to run one of the clubs around here? So far I have only one active, a diner, club and shop at the middle of what I like to call the recreational strip, and even though I have this young woman there to run it, I think sheś not really going to cope all that well. I need someone that likes to work with people to set up the place. Maybe thats something you like to help me out with?¨

Danny looked up excitedly, already perking up when he heard he could be talking with people all day, every day.

"Yeah, I'd for sure be interested in doing that with you"

"It'd gimme something to do when I'm not playing Video Games from one hundred years ago"

Danny felt better about being late, and it showed on his face.

"What kind of jobs would you want me to do? I'm a quick learner, so I won't need a lot of training"

¨Well, you be running a shop slash restaurant slash club. How you do that is up to you. Its the three story contraption over there.¨ He points at the build in the middle of the deck. Its bottom floor is a sort of general store, selling mostly clothing of all sorts. The second floor would be the diner, where mostly simple fast-food should be served, if they had cooks available. The upper floor, the club, with a nice bar, a large dancefloor and state of the art DJ set.
¨The only catch is that for now, I only have you and Mikoto to staff it, and Mikoto seems to only want to perform. She used to be some high class japanese popstar back in her day, or so she says. Personally I have never heard of her...¨

"Yeah... that does seem like a problem..." Danny said referring to the fact they had only 2 civilians to host it.

"Well, it will be a challenge" Danny said, "But I'm in! Though it would be nice to know what kind of hours the place will be open... To see how much I'll have to work."

He continued , "As an idea, we could open a single floor first, the more people who volunteer to work with us, the more floors we can open, but we should start small"

¨Thats a deal then, the shop is yours. I´ll leave the details to you.¨ VanderBeek gives Danny a friendly pat on the shoulder as he turns to leave. ¨Miss Mikoto should be in there somewhere. I´ll message her that you will be managing the place. She´ll like that I think. If you need anything the supply bays refuse to provide, let me know.¨

"Oh boy, oh boy" Danny said, barely able to keep his excitement in.

"A whole management job to myself!" he said happily.

Composing himself, he thanked Jan, and asked if he knew where Mikoto would likely be at this time.

He decided he would go find her and give her some good news he had for her.

Mikoto Mishida was trying to fold shirst, starting again on the same one over and over again. She wasn't cut out for this. She was a performer, she belonged on stage. Not in here, a shop on some ship, stuck trying to sell stuff to people that were asleep. She understood she needed to do something, to help out where she could, but surely there was something more usefull for her to do?

Chambers' arrival startled her, causing her to drop the shirt she had finally managed to fold properly.

"Hi," Danny began, "I'm Danny Chambers".

"Are you Mikoto Mishida?" he asked friendly.

Message for Micaela Nieves from Lt. Maxwell

   "Miss Nieves, this is a high priority assignment.  I need you to equip a drone for opening padlocks in a way that won't destroy the contents of the locker that they are protecting.  Once you have the drone ready, I need you to pilot it and a pair camera drones with recorders to cargo bay four."

Micaela couldn't help but roll her eyes. First she was being yelled at for being somewhere civilians shouldn't be, then she was being yelled at for all of the harm she would be doing to the civilians that shouldn't be there. But she didn't voice her displeasure, knowing it would get her nowhere.

So this is how liberty dies, with incessant nagging.

"Unit zero one, recall. Looks like we are upsetting the..." then she trailed off as the urgent message came in from Lou. Once she had listened to it she turned her attention back to Jan, but he had already moved on.

She sighed, wondering what she could do to fix the situation. It had been a little funny at first, but now it was just tiring. She couldn't spend her life on eggshells, but it constantly seemed like she couldn't piss without asking permission first. But she would have to pursue that challenge some other time.

To: Cargo hold >>

Mikoto cursed aloud, language not befitting a popstar of her alure. She quickly gathered herself and looked at the newcomer. He was young, early teens at best. Still, it was someone she had not met before. Who knew, maybe he was a fan.
"I am Mishida yes. Who are you?"

Danny had already mentioned his name, but without being patronizing he segwayed and said again "Im Danny Chambers, Im a civilian and I've been put in charge of a three-story building on the Rec Deck" he said.

"As im sure Jan , the guy who runs that place, has talked to you before about working here...", he took a breath and said "I remember he told me you didnt really want to, you'd rather perform or something...", now he was getting to the good news "I was wondering if you'd come work here to do so, of course there would also be some dish duty," he smiled quickly, "But mostly you'd be singing songs or whatever you like to do up on stage" he said cheerfully.

"Whaddya think?", "I could sure use the help "

Mikoto's face cleared up immediately.
"Yes, yes please. No more folding clothing. It sickens me. You run this place yes! Good! I perform. Sing for everybody." She tossed the shirt aside, her whole demeanor changed. Danny could easily see the diva she was now, as opposed to the little unhappy mouse she seemed to be.
"Where we start? We need a DJ, soundcheck, I need personal assistant, stage assistant. I want dressing room with champagne and salad. Perform three nights per week yes?"

"Um.... yeah..." Danny stuttered, "Well, we can work these things out, I'm sure you can do fine singing without a DJ, sountrack, champagne... and uh.. the other stuff" he said


"I haven't really decided when you'll be performing, but I'll tell you once I sort out everything else"

"Dont worry, I'll be back to you with details, let's say around 3 pm eh?", "How's about we meet at the recreational deck, the building im working at is near the middle of the deck, and it's got 3 floors".

"Then we can get yu set up to rock, er... whatever kind of music you do, sound good?"

"Is this building yes?" Mikoto gestures widely at the shop they are currently standing in. "Is lousy building too. No character. You see club upstairs? No atmosphere. Need paint, decorating, lights. Looks like ship, not nightclub."

"You seem to have good taste, we can talk about remodeling later, at our 3 pm appointment" He says.

Danny says goodbye, and leaves, agreeing to meet back in the rec deck at 3 to discuss technical information.

He has a lot to sort out first though.

Danny >> Chambers Quarters

Danny arrived at 3pm back to the building he had talked about meeting at with Mikoto, hours earlier.

When danny arrives the place is a mess. The women's clothing department looks like it has been ransacked, but at least he is greeted by a Mikoto that is a lot happier. She has obviously been trying on new outfits, and being hardly the folding wonder she is, she hasn't bothered cleaning up after herself.

Danny greeted Mikoto, thanking him for meeting him here.

"So, I'm gonna ask you a few questions, just to see how much you can help me with." he said half-smiling. "I get that you don't want to be a clothing folder, or some sort of waiter," he said, gesturing around at the mess, "that much is kind of obvious".

He paused, then continued, "I think it would be wonderful if you would perform your music here, and I'm sure it would excite others equally as much." he paused for a moment again, "The only problem is, without help, we can only have this place open to a few people at once... I can't make drinks, serve tables, and manage everything alone."

Danny continues with "I might see who else can help me, maybe some other civilians, if any. But for now, it would be beneficial if you'd help me out in ways besides singing, like washing dishes, or making pasta, or whatever..."

Danny ended his rant-like observations of the situation with "It's fine if you'd prefer to just do music, and that's it. But it would be a great help if you could do some work here besides concerts... otherwise you won't have much of an audience.", "What do you think?" he ended, patiently waiting for a response.

"I am artist! I am not shop assistant!" Mikoto folds her arms in defiance, seemingly not intent on helping out with the shop at all. "I want audience and stage. Not laundry or dishes."

Danny sighed, he was prepared for this, but thought she was acting quite childish, "Fine." he said, "This is opening next monday, you can perform then. And once, every monday.", he paused, asking "Fair?"

Mikoto looked at Danny in absolute shock.
"Only monday? What?" A tear glistens in her eyes. "Why you not take me serious? Only monday? I am not back alley act! Monday?"
She turns around, heading at a steady pace to the turbolifts.

Danny always tried to be friendly, but knew he couldn't expect this to work out... sometimes you just have to give up trying. He assumed she didn't understand that the fact that he was the only one working there, he probably couldn't get the place open at all... This was hopeless. He needed help from VanderBeek.

Once she left, he hadn't tried to stop her, he went to go see if he could find an office where VanderBeek worked, if not he would ask marco about it.

Jan VanderBeek is currently in the Barracks mess hall Danny. Have a nice day.

Danny thanked Marco and went to the mess hall to see what the heck he was gonna do.

Danny >>> Mess Hall

Where was he?

What the hell was going on?


Troy felt miserable as he dashed onto the recreational deck, driven by an urge he could not explain, feeling foreign in his own body.

The Polo. He was on the Marco Polo. When did he wake up?

For a moment he stopped, studying himself in the glass reflection of a closed storefront. He was naked, bruised and battered, pale. He seen enough in combat to figure out this wasn't good. He looked dead, but as he was looking at himself, so he wasn't. Was he?

Where the hell were his clothes? Why was he covered in wounds?

Patterson dashed forward, following some ancient instinct he could not explain, could not put to words. When his senses told him he was close, he paused again.

What was that buzzing sound? Where did that come from?

Reflected in the windows he saw the globe, above and behind him. A drone! He was being observed. He couldn't have that.

Why not? What the hell was wrong with him?

Lance Corporal Troy Patterson made for the window, launching the full power of his body against the armoured glass. It shattered, he fell into what was supposed to become a diner it seemed.

How did he do that? Did he even do that? He sure didn't want to. That was armoured glass. Why didn't he bleed?

The drone behind Patterson kept its distance, observing. The Corporal knew they saw him, knew he had to do something if he wanted to avoid being captured.

Why would he be captured? What did he do?

It was designed to look like a classic nineteen-sixties diner, benches and tables in bright colors, flower motives on the walls. It was empty, not in use yet. Patterson grabbed hold of a table, lifted it.

Did he just rip the bolts out of the floor? Did that entire metal plate give way?

The drone watched, transmitted its data to its operator. Patterson swung the table. It hit the metal globe fully, causing it and the table to crash to the ground. There it lay, sparks running across its outer hull, shortcircuiting. It would no longer observe.

He had to be fast now. Fast for what? Why?

Confused Troy ran to the back of the diner. Instinct drove him. What he needed was there.

From:  Medical

   Maxwell had heard the shipwide announcement of Patterson's passing.  Then, she got the call of his breaking out of the medical section.  She cycled the pump gun action to chamber a twelve gauge buckshot load, then added a round from her bandoleer to fill the six round tubular magazine.  Whatever was ahead of her, it wasn't Troy Patterson anymore.  Maxwell began to move cautiously toward the diner.

   "Miss Nieves, a little information would come in handy right about now."

"Unit zero seven, voice override permissions granted to Lieutenant Jennifer Maxwell."

The voice was broadcast directly to the chief of security as a drone joined her in front of the diner.

"This one is all yours. Give it clear commands typical for military operations and it will do what you want. If you have any hardware capable of giving you a heads up display you can link it to the drone for over-watch support. I have unit zero three incoming, eta 13 seconds. I don't have eyes inside, so your call if you want to sent unit seven in or wait for unit three."

   Maxwell hadn't grabbed any HUD gear.  It was useful, but she had known people who watched their screens instead of their sixes, to their undoing.  That was a bad habit that the LT had no intentions of picking up.

   "Miss Nieves, please retain control of the drone.  I do not have HUD gear.  Send it on ahead and tell me what you see.  Have another drone follow me in and record what happens."

   The diner was quiet, but that didn't mean anything at this point of time.  She waited for a drone report.

Before the Lieutenant was done speaking unit zero seven moved into the diner and began hunting for their naked zombie.

The front area of the diner was as regular as they came, except for a few nuts in the floor where a table had been bolted down. A table that was now in the main street area next to a shortcircuited drone.
Drone 07 slowly entered the diner, moving towards an open door in the back that lead to the rear storage area. There, it scanned the surroundings. There were empty storage shelves, an access to the diner kitchen, and two closed metal doors leading to freezer units.
One of them had the active light burning above it.

"Looks like it's in a freezer in the back of the kitchen." Micaela reported as she directed unit zero seven to continue to advance. Assuming the door wasn't too heavy, the manipulation arm on the drone should allow it access.

The freezer door turns out to be locked and barred.

From the inside.

Micaela conveyed the results to Jennifer.

"I'm locked out and none of my drones are equipped to cut through a barricaded door."

   Maxwell realized that she didn't have a good way of opening the door either.

   "Miss Nieves, how long will it take you to get a door opener drone here?"

   And maybe, Jen hoped to herself, by that time, some additional help might arrive.

Micaela kept her mic open while she talked to the ship.

"Marco, are any of the active ship repair drones equipped with a class D cutting torch? Any that we can get to the rec deck?"

All repair drones are equipped with torches, but those repair drones are designed for outer hull usage Micaela. They would not fit through the corridors required to access recreation. I'm sorry. Have a nice day.

"We might be able to help," Ascott's voice echoed through the main street of recreational. Armed to the teeth with two pistols, a Kuhkri and his SA-80X, ten marines with equal weaponry in tow, he proceeded quickly to Jennifer's position.
"Pvt. Sanders over there is a true wizard with C4. That door will be open in no time."
He made some quick gestures, and the well trained men he had with him spread out, all taking positions to cover the diner. The man he had dubbed private Sanders stayed put to his left, gameface on.

   Jen sighed.  Help had arrived.  She looked at the array of firepower available.  "Gentlemen, Troy Patterson was declared dead by the highly skilled Doctors in the medical section.  Then, something caused the dead Mister Patterson to break and I mean physically break out of quarantine.  Another example of this thing's abnormal strength is that table you passed on your way here.  Whatever that thing is in the freezer, it isn't Patterson any more.  Take no chances.  If that thing moves, light it up."

   Maxwell gestured toward the freezer door with her shotgun.  "Private Sanders, please show us your wizardry skills by making that freezer door disappear."

Sanders nodded as he removed his pack, quickly grabbed a few blocks of what looked like clay, and started working them into a string. Once he had a nice length he approached the door and molded it along the hinges and handles. He then took a step back to admire his work.
After pulling a pack from his pockets he removed three small pins, and placed one in each piece of clay.

"That should do the trick," he grinned, wiping a lock of blonde hair from his eyes. "That door should be opening as it should. Closing it again will be difficult though."

With a broad grin he handed Jennifer a small black box It had only a red button, and an on/off switch. Then he stepped back, his rifle at the ready.

   Lt. Maxwell smiled as she took the detonator.  "Thank you."

   She flipped the unit's power switch to on and waited for a moment.  "All right, people, stand ready.  Three...  Two...  One..."  Jen held her shotgun in her right hand as she pressed the red button with her left thumb.

The blast was an anti-climax.
Jennifer pressed the button, and while expecting an explosion, the claylike substance just sizzled, and created a bright flash. When the smoke cleared, the door still stood, with scorchmarks along the hinges and door handle.
Sanders stepped forward, positioning himself next to the door on the hinged side, with Ascott himself on the other side. The major held a cannister, tinted green, and pulled a small pin from it.
He nodded at Sanders and the other marines.

Sander kicked his heel against the door, not even that violently. With a loud crash it came falling forward, slamming on the steel floor. Immediately Ascott tossed the canister inside. They all closed their eyes as the flashbang went off, lighting up the freezer inside with about 10.000 lumen. As bright as the bang was, just as quickly it was dark again. Sanders stormed inside, weapon at the ready, followed by two more marines. The flashlights on their weapons quickly scanned the area.

"Well I'll be damned," the demolitions expert whistled through gritted teeth.

In the corner of the freezer the lifeless body of Cpl. Patterson rested, slumped against the wall. There was no movement, no reaction.

"Clear!"

Finding a gap between and around the marines, a single drone flew into the space. Then, a moment later, it was performing a full scan of the room with every tool and sensor it had.

   Jen saw the drone working it's way through the Marines to the freezer opening.  She had no doubt that Miss Nieves was recording everything.  Marco's top cop moved to the doorway to see what appeared to be the once again lifeless form of Cpl. Patterson.  "Major, I do not advise getting any closer to the body.  We don't know what happened to get him here and we don't know if it is communicable.  I would like to borrow a couple of your people to secure both the scene and Patterson, then escort the body back to Medical once the medics arrive."

   Lt. Maxwell then activated her comm unit.  "Marco, I need a medical Hazmat team at this location to pick up Patterson's body.  Tell the Doc that we found his runaway corpse."

   Once the med team had been requested, Jen turned to face the drone.  "Miss Nieves, keep an eye on things here, then follow the med team back to Medical.  Please make your recordings available to the Doctors trying to understand what in the hell just happened here."  Maxwell didn't know why this happened, but the Marco Polo had enough experts to hopefully figure it out and hopefully keep it from happening again.

Doc Genassi arrived soon enough, three more medics in HazMat suits right behind him. They stopped just outside the door.
"Are we certain the subject is down?" he asked Lt. Maxwell. Even with the major present Genassi knew this was a security issue, and as such Jennifer was in charge.

   Lt. Maxwell took her eyes off of the corpse to answer.  "The subject showed no response to extreme external stimuli.  I have not detected any movement of any kind since we opened the door, not even breathing.  That means that it is down.  I don't know what reanimated Patterson.  I don't know if he will reanimate again.  We could chop the body into component parts with automatic weapon fire just to make sure it stays down, but that could hinder a medical investigation.  Sanders and I will go with you back to Medical in case our wandering corpse has somewhere else to go.  Someone else will be here to keep people out until you can get a biohazard decontamination procedure is done in the freezer."

   She smiled.  "Drone sensor logs will be made available to help your investigation.  Sorry, Doc.  That's all I've got so far, but I'll..."

   Jen's voice trailed off as she heard the call about unauthorized weapons fire in a cargo bay.  She answered, "Miss Nieves, as soon as you have eyes there, let me know what's going on."

   Maxwell made a mental note to talk to the Captain about security section staffing at her first opportunity.  "Major, would you see to the escorting of the Doc and his people?  Also, I need to borrow a couple of your people right now.  There's weapon fire going on in Cargo Bay Three.
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"You got it Lieutenant. Three section, follow the security officers. Her orders are my orders!" Ascott grins. "I'll come by security later to see what was going on. We'll get our dead man here back to medical."

Genassi looked at Urzica and Fisher.
"Gentlemen, how would you like to proceed? Since you two lost this man in the first place. He seems very dead to me now..."

Hans puffs his cheeks then blows out through his mouth for a few seconds.

"It seemed dead before it jumped up and shived me with a scalpel..."
He squares his shoulders and after only a moments hesitation he walks forward,taking a scanner out of his medical kit and approaching slowly.

Playing dead worked. These things were so primitive. They didn see the difference. How could they. These primitive vessels they used hardly had enough sensory capability to get by. Soon a better vessel would be required.

What was going on? He couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Locked in. He had heard about it, soldiers suffering shocks so big they turned in on themselves. But why? Radiation sickness sure, but this wasn't how that worked. They had trained events like this. He knew this wasn't due to radiation sickness. Patterson could only hope they found a way to get him back.

Repress the vessel. It was coming back again. Stubborn it was for sure. Another annoying aspect of it. Yes, soon a better vessel would be required. Play dead, they reminded themselves. Play dead.

He felt slipping out of consciousness. How could he warn them? He needed to warn them. They needed to know.
There was a guy coming at him. Fisher, he remembered the name. Hey Fisher. Iḿ in here man, wake me up! Wake me up man.
Did he just say he was dead? He wasn't dead. He was in here, come on, everyone could see that right. Right?

There, he was repressed again. Annoying vessel. It needed replacement fast. They should see to that soon.
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Fisher approaches the body with care, trying to find any readings, any at all, on his scanners. The readings show no signs however, nothing to indicate any trouble.

It clearly says the man is dead.

Hans glances down at the scanner skeptically before looking back and the body slumped against the wall.

He looks back at the team waiting outside,back to the scanner then back to Troy before appearing to come to a decision and directing a well aimed kick at the body.

He purses his lips if nothing happens and slowly kneels down next to the body, doing more extensive readings and for the first time in his life wishing he had a weapon...but his revolver was halfway across the ship in his room.

"Welp...I'm baffled..."He exclaims after several moments.

Ascott steps forward, his weapon at the ready.
"What's the problem medic?" he inquires, his eyes locked on the body of Patterson.
"Dead is dead, or do you want me to put a few caps in him first?"

Drago watched his scanner looking for any sign of activity. "Sorry ah....Major, but not fifteen minutes ago he looked pretty much the same." studying the scanners Drago tried to figure out why Patterson had come here.

"I get that," Ascott replied. "They said a dead man ran from medical, so I figured that much. Want me to put a few rounds in him then?"

Hans backs away from the body with almost indecent haste at Ascott's suggestion.

"I'm not sure that's neccisarry Sir..." Hans frowns and looks around the room
"Why come here? There isn't anything special around here is there? No...Vats of toxic waste or anything is there?"

He shakes his head and clears his throat."Maybe...back to the Medbay...undre restraints maybe?"

   Maxwell took her troops and headed toward the cargo bay.  She commed her people back at the section.  "I need a situation report.  How many people are there?  How are they armed?  Where are they now and where do they appear to be going?  Talk to me, people."

Blake pipes up on the commfeed - "There's three of them, Lee Jay Musashi, Richard Thornby and Colt Jordan. I'm just looking at the video feed now, I'll have an update for you on the armament soon."

In reply to Hans Fischer (msg # 65):

"Agreed. But whatever means we use for restraint will have to be substantial. Whatever is driving the body now seems to be able to surpass human norms." Drago had been pondering why Patterson or his body had chose to hide in the freezer. Was it something that was stored here he or it was seeking or was it the cold itself? "Once we have him secured and moved we should have the contents of the freezer check see if anything is missing. He came here with a purpose we need to figure out what that was."

"Maybe he just likes cold?" Ascott laughed. Then he turned to Maxwell. "Need me to come join you Lt.?"

The commfeed beeps again."They seem to have two pistols between them"

Hans rubs the chin of his bio hazard suit thoughtfully."That might not be completely off the wall Sir, It's possible the virus needed the cold in some way or at least reacted to it negatively...a hibernation cycle maybe?

He shrugs and comms the medbay,requesting some orderlies in biohazard gear to start moving the bodies.

"What a mess...more questions...never answers...Well,time to get him back up to medical...Let's try and keep him cold...and away from knives."

"Wow, serious?" Ascott looked genuinly surprised. "I was kind of joking about the cold though. I'm no medic. you think it could actually need cold?"
He was startled by a message in his earpiece, then turned to look at Genassi and the rest.
"You are on your own here. I'll leave a couple marines, but I'm wanted on the bridge."
Running, he left the recreational deck.

Two medical workers in HAZMAT suits quickly arrive, ready to transport the body of Cpl. Patterson back to autopsy. Three marines, left behind by Ascott as he ran to the bridge, keep a close eye on the proceedings, ready to fill the corporal with lead if he so much as flinches. He might be dead, but the medics at hand did say he looked pretty dead before.
Once they have him on the guerney one of the workers turns to FIsher and Urzica.
"Clear for transport docs?"

In reply to Blake Germaine (msg # 70):

   Jen commed back.  "Roger that.  Two pistols between them."

   The Lt. turned her attention to the Major.  "This is a police matter, Sir.  We've got this.  Besides, I don't know why Patterson took off running, so I don't know if he will do it again.  I would feel a lot better with you taking care of this while I go investigate the shots fired incident."

   The top cop gathered her temporary troops.  "Let's go."


To:  Cargo Bay

Hans nodded,still looking thoughtful before sighing like he had come to some unfortunate conclusion.
Yes...Yes...escort him up there, I'll meet you there...I need to stop off at my quarters first..."

Hans turns and heads towards his room,a stormy expression on his face.

To Hans Quarters

Drago nods to Hans "Very well." Turning to the medics "Okay lets get back to Medical and make sure he is secured this time." Drago then heads out with the medics to Medical.

To Medical