The Fall of Demeter: Part two

TO: Captain William Dubois (wdubois.nau.mil@spaceforce.mil)

FROM: Commander Paul Reynolds (Paulreynolds1.mil@spaceforce.mil)

SUBJECT: Passenger Head Count

DATE: 02 FEB 2235

TIME: 11:06 Earth Time (U.S.) (EST)

Sir,

The crew conducted the passenger headcount as ordered. Sir, one of that passengers are missing. Robert Cole, passenger #1021 is not in his pod. So, pending further command from you, I’ve ordered the crew to do another search of the ship. I’m hoping it’s a manifest error of some kind. Odd to finally count a pod empty after a year in-voyage. I’ll do my due diligence though.

Also, sir,

I stopped by Sick-Bay on my way back up to the bridge. Sergeant Brooke isn’t looking so hot. There’s like, literal webs growing between her fingers and toes.

And the chief is completely fucked up (pardon my language, sir). A hard, seam has begun to form down the middle of whatever the hell he’s trapped inside. At least, that’s what the Doc called it. Looks like a thick black line to me. He asked me to request that you visit Sick-Bay as soon as you’re able.

That’s all I have for now, sir. Please let me know if you need any further details. I’ll update you when, and if we find the missing passenger.

Respectfully,

Paul G. Reynolds

Commander, SB

U.S. Space Force

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TO: Sergeant Andrea Brooke (abrooker123.nau.mil@spaceforce.mil)

FROM: Master-Sergeant John Angleton (JAFU2.mil@spaceforce.mil)

SUBJECT: Hi Baby

DATE: 02 FEB 2235

TIME: 12:38 Earth Time (U.S.) (EST)

Hi, baby.

I would have come seen you already, but Doc says no. I’m writing you this message, so you know at least I tried. So, please…don’t be pissed off and think that I didn’t care, okay?

We found the pervert in the Cargo Bay. I’m sure you’ll be happy to know that he’s all fucked up. He’s wrapped in some kind of cocoon or whatever the fuck. It’s fucking crazy. I got to help carry him to Sick-Bay. Lucky me, huh? Anyway, I haven’t heard any news about how you’re doing yet. Those damn officers don’t tell the crew a fucking thing. I just hope that you get better soon. I miss my wiggle-butt. Ha-ha. You know what I mean?

I’m going to call the Doc and ask him straight up when you can get the hell out of there. If I know you (and I do) I know that you’re dying to get the fuck out of there. Well, Sergeant Stiffy is here, waiting for you. I’ll give the Doc a ring tonight. That’ll give you a little more time to rest (you’re going to need it!) and give me a chance to sleep a little more too. I was up all night searching the ship. Not to mention, I haven’t been feeling too good since yesterday. My face looks all pale and shit, like I got the fucking plague or something.

Anyways, my love. I’m looking forward to doing some naughty shit with you when you get here.

Love always,

Sergeant Stiffy

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PHYSICIAN’S REPORT: 0015

INPUTTED BY: Dr. Michael Larson

CASE(S): W3 Edwards; SGT Brooke

DATE: 02 FEB 2235

TIME: 12:45 Earth Time (U.S.) (EST)

Case One: Chief Edwards

Condition: unresponsive.

Patient wrapped in some kind of chrysalis. All vitals normal, but equipment may be malfunctioning. What appears to be some kind of seam in the chrysalis is forming down the center. What I believe is correct, it may open on its own eventually. I’ve decided to let nature take its course. It’s the right thing to do. I cannot protect the crew from… whatever this is unless I know what I’m dealing with. I hope I’m doing the right thing.

Case Two: SGT Brooke

Condition: Conscious

Patient coherent. Asking to be discharged from Sick-Bay. Unfortunately, I’ve noticed the beginning of what appears to be webbing between her digits. A whitish substance is also accumulating on her back and shoulders. I wipe it away before patient notices. It keeps coming back faster. At some point patient will see the substance and become irrational – of this, I’m positive. I’ve decided to put the patient into stasis. This will keep her from finding out how sick she really is – and hopefully, slow the spread of the infection.

Case One: Chief Edwards (Update)

Condition: unresponsive.

Upon additional examination of the Chief, I noticed the part of the seam under his navel is beginning to come apart. This is probably good news. I’m going to attempt to help it out a little. A scalpel and pair of forceps is all I should need. I’ll file an updated report when complete.

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TO: Captain William Dubois (wdubois.nau.mil@rmduchene71spaceforce.mil)

FROM: Commander Paul Reynolds (Paulreynolds1.mil@spaceforce.mil)

SUBJECT: Passenger Head Count

DATE: 02 FEB 2235

TIME: 13:15 Earth Time (U.S.) (EST)

Sir,

I need you to come down to the passenger level immediately. Seriously, sir. You have to see this shit to believe it. These people are not okay. We may have to turn this boat around.

Respectfully,

Paul G. Reynolds

Commander, SB

U.S. Space Force

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Serious Incident Report (SIR)

INCIDENT TYPE: Mayday

INPUTTED BY: Captain William Dubois

DATE: 02 FEB 2235

TIME: 13:49 Earth Time (U.S.) (EST)

INCIDENT:

I’m afraid there is some kind of disease on board, spreading rapidly. I’ve quarantined the crew, except for the officers. The officers will help maintain order on the ship. They will take all the risks. We now have two missing crew members, one passenger, and a deceased doctor. All the passengers in stasis seem to have been infected somehow. I called a staff meeting to put together yet another search party. We’ll enlist a few of the crew members for the search, but only as few, as necessary. If I thought it would make a difference, I would put everyone in stasis and figure this mess out when we get to Gliese. Unfortunately, I don’t have that option. We must find out what this disease is – how to kill it before it takes us all out.

Pointless to turn the ship around at this point. We’re a year away from earth and still a year out from the Gliese system. We’ll have to figure this out on our own.

BLUFF:

  • Both patients missing from Sick-Bay.
  • Doc decapitated – all blood drained from body.
  • Cocoon substance evident on all passengers, although in stasis.

CPT Dubois

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