8 years ago
-Sometime during the class of "Containment Breach"-
The low lit halo-lights of the cargo storage corridors flickered to the blaze of gun fire, the screams of damned souls, and the shake of hulls as bodies hit the floor, corpses beckoning for miles above and below in the unforeseen monolith that was Planes of Harmony, an unprecedented super structure that was home to 739 floors of research, murder, corporate finance and death, along with countless souls and xenomorphic breeds of unknown tangents or race.
Of the situations of the personal or lifeforms that were in this pans labyrinth of a space station, it was currently unknown, synaptic links and thralls of communication were cut apart by the huge wiry structure of the place, like it wanted nothing to compose, and nothing to escape, a looming shadow over all that resided in its cold, barren holds, each scream for escape sooner or later snuffed from existence into darkness.
The dog cage rattled, thin micro-aphasic dust drifted and fell from the girders of the ceiling as dogs whined and whimpered inside their soft lined prison. It was funny how W-Y had taken to abductions these days, even taking the animals of the ships they forced off course onto their cruisers, oh how the persons would resist the corporations will, until a loved one or two was beaten, always a grace in their brutality none the less.
The large soft padded customary cage held a family of rottweilers, the male of this family trapped in a separate cage adjacent to the former, he barked furiously to the bitch in her cell, three small, spry lil' pups all nestled and nuzzled at her tummy, feeding from her lush, swollen pink teats, so young for how she had birthed them only a week and a half ago.
The father of the litter continued to bark, the mother whimpered as to some impending fate, for she had been separate from her partner for too long, her pups were all birthed, her body was clean, save for the irregular, large bulge of a contusion that weighed against her side, slithering slowly as it tuned into motion, having left its place from her livers excess bile duct, it was now wondering, assessing, able to see through her skin as it strained its head into her flesh, her pained yelps scaring the pups as they scuffed and dragged against their Mummy, nuzzling under her paws, trying to keep her from pain.
The bulge dissipated in an instant to the whines of the young, like a nightmare gone as it slaked away, the Mother yelped and whine more frantically, a soft howl only able to pierce so shortly as her jaw was forced open, her throat clamping onto the body of the snake-like monster that writhed up in a horrible motion, the head of the long hibernating Chestburster reeled back as it's body slipped out from the Mother's throat all together in one swift, fairly painless movement, leaving the bitch panting on gagged breathes, drool and blood slipped saliva draining from her muzzle as terrified pups clung to her warm, comforting tummy, whining in fear.
The Male adjacent barked more madly now, in fear and anger, ramming against the door of his cage as Gaunt, gleamed in saliva and stomach acid tilted its head around to survey this new world. He was somewhere deep inside the station from whatever he could feel, the gravitation of the situation moved strangely, much slower than that of something over any ordinary world, the overgrown hell-worm shredded its old skeletal skin then and there, too weathered from all its time surviving against the Females digestive system, he rested in the cage as his new skin took to the air, hardening from its soft, pulpy texture.
Curious pups dared to look to the monster that had left their Mother, it gleamed in it's new skin, stretching a sharp tongue from a damp maw, its new exo-skeletal skin a strong orange pigmentation in color that confused the pups as much as it did scare them, the panting Mother darted her eyes down to see the monster, her lids shut, the Fathers frantic barks turned to quiet concerned whimpers as she opened her eyes once more.
A pool of fluid and shredded skin remained of the hellish Chestburster, a break between the bars had been torn by razoring claws, dented aside by a long muscular body, Gaunt had vanished, the halo-lights continued to flicker in that dark dreary hold room, the silent serpent was already following its instincts and prowess, working through deserted corridors as it did so.
Re-establish The Hive, re-establish dominance, breed, kill, live. The dogs were never to be good if he had slaughtered them, and Gaunt considered it returning the favor, for the Mother who had carried him for what seemed like an ageless sleep. Soft hisses echoed inside the vents as bulk-pins cracked inwards and girders bent, the hunt for familiars was at hand, and any formidable prey would be dealt with.
The Hive would reign this metal hell, or drench it to hell in acidic blood trying.