Tizen hissed in frustration, the ship was HUGE. To make matters worse it was also crawling with Marines, which slowed his search considerably. But still he had to keep searching; the device had to be on the ship. It just HAD to be. All his searching, all his effort, pointed here. For months he had worked to find it, killing dozens and taking their forms, infiltrating and deceiving his way into company after company, until he found a Transport Log that listed the device in its itinerary. He would be free once he found it. No longer would the Nautilus Organization own him, Tizen would be his own once more.
But he’d searched a third of the damned ship already and still nothing! No, he wouldn’t lose his temper. He looked around the rest of the engine room, casually adjusting his helmet he stole to disguise himself as a lowly maintenance worker. A squad of marines had just entered and he busied himself with the Systems Board he was in front of. Luckily when he’d devoured the worker he was impersonating, he’d taken in most of the man’s knowledge as well. Also fortunate, he was pretty sure he hadn't been detected on the ship yet, and wanted to keep it that way. Humans had a way of letting their genetic inferiority translate to an increased brutality when dealing with so-called ‘alien races.’