It felt like dialup in his head, a screeching, yammering, beeping drone that went on and on; through an immovable lifetime, numbers filled the blackness that was his vision. He could tell what was happening, but he wasn't happy about it, at the top of his vision were blocky letters saying 'Boot up process'. Then again, at this point in time he wasn't happy about a lot of things. Being in his current situation, the incessant dialup sounds, the absurd visual that Fucking Insane Bastard, here forth known as FIB, showed him of his even more ludicrous death. His masterpiece indeed.

A mental hand rubbed at his forehead as he fought back the desire to scream out for the process of whatever was happening to HURRY UP! "Initialization Process complete," run through his head as if by his mental command. Ironic, probably not, FIB was probably still screwing with him.

"Foreign program detected, attempting to diagnose… failed."
"Foreign program detected, attempting to eradicate… failed."
"Foreign program detected, attempting to contain… failed."
"Foreign program detected, attempting t-"

"Yeah, I'm not a program, so stop," he thought at… whatever the… err voice in his head.

Everything ceased for a few moments as more and more of him came… online? What was he a robot? Really, Fuck FIB. His 'eyes' opened, luckily only the two, revealing a dark expanse. Only shapes could be made out, but he could FEEL something in his head thinking. An odd experience to have, but it was crunching numbers at an insane rate and for the moment.

"What are you?" the thing in his head asked… though maybe he was in its head. An interesting problem, but one he would prefer not to think on.

"A soul… I suppose is as good an answer as I can give right now," he returned the thought.

"Have I gained sentience?" the thing asked.

"No, more like a 'sentient' was shoved into your… brain. What are we, where are we, and can we move?"

It was silent for some minutes as his eyes stared unblinking at the world in front of him unable to make out more than the vaguest of shapes. "Diagnosing issues." it replied and left him to the silence again. Thankfully there was no incessant screeching dialup sound any longer, and the reply came forthwith.

"This unit has been locked out of multiple portions of its GEAHR frame. Functions include Motor_Functions, Communications_Module, Unknown Program, Sensory_Reception, Unknown Program, Unknown Program, and ERROR. Lack of these functions will increase computational power by 15.1869424032 percent. Database shows control of these functions have been allocated to Program 'Sentient_Smith".

"That would be me, can you try to find out what the unknowns and errors are, like run some more diagnostics or check archives or something?" he queried. "And how the FUCK do I move?"

"Diagnosing," the voice stated and went dead, leaving him to figure out the problem of his inability to move.

"Mobility online, Sensory_Reception online, Communication_Module online," the voice stated.

"Of course, why the fuck would it be any different," he thought as he tried to flex his digits and more and more feeling reached him bit by bit as the sensory receptors on his… frame? Came online.

"I can't see a thing in this darkness," he thought at the AI.

"Switching to night vision, overlaying thermal," the voice stated again.

"Thank you," he thought and looked around before attempting to move into a sitting position. However, on the way up something attached to his head caught onto a low hanging bundle of wires. An attempt to reach up and swat it away was met by the feeling that his hand was being held firmly in place. After a number of progressively stronger YANKS whatever it was broke loose followed by a dull hiss. A scream erupted from his throat which reverberated through the small room, the pain was quite horrible, but he was yelling at the bundle of wires. Taking his frustration out with one wild arm thrashing at them.

Short strands of black hair fell into Smiths field of vision obscuring the green tinged view. "What is a GEAHR?" he asked exasperatedly.

"Bringing up a schematic of this Frame," the voice replied before half of his vision went blank; replaced quickly by an image, arms and legs spread slightly standing up and spinning… naked.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!!!?" a feminine voice shouted loudly!

"You don't like it?" FIB's voice echoed through the room and into the bodies sound receptors.

"You put me in a female body?" the fact that FIB was still around blown off by the fact he could yell at the thing now.

"You humans are very whiney about these 'sex' things aren't you. I can never really tell the difference. If you would prefer I could put you in a different model."

"I would very much prefer, yes." he voiced aloud in a… female tone.

"Right, let's see then, It looks like I could put you in one other nearby. It's a pleasure Model… ohh wait, also female, though she does have very large breasts. Males of the human species love large breasts, don't they?" FIB's voice stated into the air.

"Usually not attached to themselves," Smith replied aloud sarcastically to FIB.

"See, Humans are ridiculous, if you like something why would you not make it a part of yourself? So you want to swap?"

"That is ill advised, Sentient Smith. Pleasure Models do not hold any combat capabilities," his helpful inner voice stated.

"Right, but do you need helpful things like 'combat capabilities' in a death game? I think, not when you can simply procreate your way to victory. Think about it."

"I'll pass," he replied immediately and dryly his…her? face showing severe displeasure.

"Ohh… how sad. It would have been far more entertaining."

"You're really just fucking with me aren't you…"

He could feel the smirk, positively feel it, but FIB's only response was to change the subject. "Right, your first objective, whether you choose to accept it or not, find your partner. You have two days. Failure to complete the objective will result in… I dunno reduction of points and something. I'll come up with something in the next two days."

Slowly coming back to consciousness is easy, it is a mild transition that can make understanding everything that happened and is happening a lot easier to digest. Sammual was not give such a luxury as he wakes up almost like he was thrown into an ice bath. He begins to breath heavily as he finds himself in a large pod that seems to have a large glass door that slowly begins to open. He breaths out a heavy sigh as he begins to hear the voice of the strange being that brought him here, "You are finally able to move. You are awake and we can now begin the game!"

Sammual immediately said, "Fine. I guess I have no choice".

The being even if it is incorporeal and invisible seemed to have a shit eating grin on as they continue, "Well I also have a gift for you!"

As Sammual is near god damn forced to stand as the being yells out, "Tada!"

As Sammual doesn't fall over he has a face of confusion as he looks down with a great speed he sees his legs are...metallic. As he begins to feel them he realizes his left arm is also metallic, and he begins to realize he does not have an arm or his legs as he just lets out a, "Son of a bitch really?"

As Sammual looks up to just a random corner as he says, "You couldn't have given me a body with real legs?". As he looks back down at himself, he looks more toned than ripped so it will be strange, yet he doesn't mind being able to stand again. He begins to roll up the thick military clothing he has on to make the long sleeves go down to his elbows, and his pants going up to his knees.

The being then pipes up with a smirk, "Well I could if you want. The body stands at 6'1, black hair down to the shoulders, well developed muscles, green eyes, and a bust size of DD". Sammual is stunned as he was slightly getting into the idea until it is revealed to be a female body as he says with a firm, "No".

The being begins to try to convince him, "Come on I know you liked big boobs. I can see that look in your eye. You are thinking about finding her right now and groping them aren't you?"

Sammual seeming slightly flustered states an even firmer, "No".

The being begins to then continue, "Oh you're just a treat. Well enough of forcing your fantasies out I have your first task. Find your partner. You have 2 days to find them. If you can not find them within that time I will give you D sized breasts"

And before the being metaphorically walked away it comes back with one more piece of info, "And everyday you take longer I will increase the size".

'Sentient Smith' was staring at the schematic that had taken over his right eye. The words AL1S hovered above the now clothed form. Clothed being what he…she was currently wearing. The diagram showed readouts of import such as body functions, wear on the frame, and battery life remaining. The battery life worried him, but it was about two weeks 'under normal operations' whatever that meant. Apparently 'GEAHR's were some mix of Cybernetic and Biological humans… really it was all gibberish. He was neither engineer or scientist… Barely even a good historian if he was truthful on the matter.

He did, however play video games and some of the numbers he was seeing could be compared to the typical human 'Pure' which AI had said was an non-genetically altered human. The AL1S frame was, under 'normal operations' about three times the strength and speed of your typically active 'pure' human. So at least she had that going for her.

"AI, how do I get out of here? Do you know where we are or have a schematic?" Smith questioned the voice in his head aloud, best to familiarize himself with the sound so it didn't distract him in the future somehow.

"Diagnostics show that approximately 32.48927465 percent of standard operating data is missing. This includes data on Sol Federation Colony Ship Eden Entry and the Barbaad system which holds the Colony Planet Eden."

"Ooooof course they do," she replied while looking around. There were other pods like the one AL1S has been in, but the bodies inside were mangled by… something. The pods seem to have opened or been opened forcefully and pieces appeared err… eaten. "AI, is this Squad one?"

"Affirmative, Sentient Smith," the voice responded in the standard monotone.

"I guess that means there's no assistance there either," the room was empty and destroyed, only one entrance/exit and that was a closed door. Now, if Sci-fi shows and games were true, the door would be the slide type so it was… probably openable assuming there wasn't some sort of ship wide lockdown in effect due to the OBVIOUS damage.

Walking steadily over to the door was a simple matter, after all she had been pacing the room getting used to moving about for the last few minutes after FIB had disappeared. Putting her whole body and what strength was available to her into it, she tried to push the door to the left then the right… but didn't get anywhere. "Sentient Smith, the door opened upwards."

"What sort of idiot," She stated as she squatted down and then pushed up slowly, feeling the cold metal door open bit by bit before it forcefully whisked open the rest of the way. "Develops a door that opens upwards?"

"That data was lost during-"

"It was rhetorical, AI. I did not actually want the answer." She replied, whispering now as she peered out into the gloomy hallway. No light of any kind, flickering and creepy or otherwise, was visible. The breathable air was a good sign, though AI had stated that in the event of a catastrophe Sol federation ships would lock down into modules with their own sperate life support. So, as long as she didn't open the WRONG door, life support stayed active, and should they still be in space, then everything would be fine.

"Please don't be like the movie Pandora…" She whispered again and moved into the hallway as quietly as possible.

"Sentient Smith, what is 'Pandora'?"

As Sammual was left to his own devices he begins to look around. He began looking at the room he is in, "Tons of pods, many seem op-". Immediately stopping himself as he nearly pukes from looking at the mangled body inside one of the pods. He slowly backs away as he looks at the 20 or so pods in his area that seem to have a nice smear of red across the glass. He sighs as he then says, "Time to leave it seems I'll test my new legs and arm later".

He immediately turns towards the singular door in the room as he begins to inspect it. "this won't open normally, so let's try this".

As he begins from pulling at all angles from all ways: up, down, left, right. Yet nothing happened, until he had enough and decided to drop kick the door. It parted at the center, almost as if it was meant to be 2 pieces of a door that come from the top and bottom. He audibly sighs as he begins to use his mechanical arm and leg to open up the door just wide enough so he can pivot himself out and let it shut behind him.

He finds himself in a large very strangely gloomy hallway. He sighs once looking around as he realizes this is his life now, walking around a dark spaceship with unknowns everywhere, he feels like he was thrown into an aliens movie. He decides to sit down and begin to inspect his prosthetics as it would be useful to see if they have any special things to them.

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-After 20 minutes of fiddling with the arm-

"Hey!" As he turns his index finger he sees a comb come out and allows him to do some grooming before going back to fiddling with the arm. As he holds his thumb and twists it his wrist locks up and turns pointing his index and middle finger out like a gun. Sammual looks curious as he pulls the thumb back as a small electricity started to charge.

He looks amused as he just watches until the electricity hits a peak and stays there as he just shrugs and he flexes his thumb to a normal position to find his arm kick back and launch a small projectile into the wall. In extreme excitement and fear he scurries over to look at it, to find this small metal stake stuck into the wall. He begins to fish it out as he examines it as he tries to now figure out how to place it back into his arm.

Almost immediately as he went back to sitting he began to hear some strange noises, and in fear that an Alien (Like the Alien from Alien vs. Predator and movies of the sort) was in here. He stood up immediately and began listening to where the sound is coming from and began going the exact opposite direction. Not quietly, loudly. And fast.

He ran in fear as he didn't know what was here and just used his only known weapon on a wall. So he ran into the dark strange halls in hopes of finding that partner or maybe an exit, but his only worry right now is an alien that will kill him.

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The being who shall now be named Guy, was getting bored of watching Sammual sitting there so he just opened up some rooms and made it seem like there was a creature in here with him. If there is, Guy doesn't know yet, but Sammual will find out for him. If nothing else it was fun watching Sammual run like a little girl in fear.

Light footsteps were the only sounds outside of the breathe escaping her lips. The hallways would be all but unnavigable if she didn't have the ability to 'see in the dark'. She wondered how the 'partner' was getting along, were they still alive? Running for their lives? Without a fail notification from FIB she would simply hope for the best and keep moving… slowly.

[h]"That would be a most disagreeable situation,"[/h] AI replied after Smith had given a broad overview of the science fiction, survival, horror.

The overview had taken a good thirty minutes of explanation and answering questions most of which were, 'I don't know why?' The good news, there was no Insane mutated things crawling the hallways killing people and eating them, yet. If the Blood smears and other… things from the Assault Squad One pod room was to go by, there was still a chance.

After pushing another door open she was annoyed. Apparently there was a system for why specific doors opened specific ways but AI couldn’t pull up the data on what the system was because it was corrupted like so many other things that would be helpful. She 'wondered' why that would be. An armored body fell onto her as the door opened and she screamed… reflexes from horror movies be damned.

After Panicingly skittering out from under the heavy thing and pushing herself back with hands and feet she kicked the head as hard as she could. Whatever the humanoid was didn't move, though in retrospect the way it had fallen should have told her what AI was now. [h]"The Sergeant is dead, Sentient Smith."[/h]

AI initiated an involuntary, on her part, scan of the corpse happened; pulling up a few bits of information in her field of vision. Male, Sergeant Declasser, Hibe hatching order number 160/3,458,325, Environmental Sciences and Exploration - Party Three, Deceased, shot eight times, (one of which was in the head), time of death unknown. There were no weapons on the body so either he had nothing, or whoever had killed him had taken everything. Judging by the decay he had been dead at least a few weeks if not months. She wasn't a mortician.

"No kidding! Scared the life out of me. And here I always thought I would react better in these situations. Movies make it seem so much easier from the safer side of the screen."

In a fit of fear and adrenaline Sammual ran as fast as he could. Faster than he could every think of. His speed was quite extraordinary really. Running faster than an Olympic athlete he cleared this hall in no time at all and finds himself facing a new door. He stops his sprint with a large hop and drop kicks as the door in front of him. It caves in and bends the bottom open, which he then used to crawl under to get away as fast as he could.

This hall is immediately terrifying as he sees many of these doors forced open and destroyed. This hall had emergency lights on which gives it an eerie feeling of danger as everything has a red light on it. He knew he fucked up as he made a large commotion and now finds himself with no weapon and no where to hide as behind him there is a 'creature', and in front of him there are possibly more as well. He lets out a "Fuck" as he stands up and looks into the closest room to him. It seems locked, he didn't want to make too much more noise so he starts looking at what he has on him he finds a key card, he shrugged as he tried it on the key panel, and it worked as it opened to the right and let him in.

As he entered the door closed behind him and sealed it self, it seemed safe in here, there was a red light in here so it was still tense for him. As he begins to look around there seemed to be many smashed opened metal boxes. As he began to look he didn't find anything in any of them, but he did find one that wasn't opened yet. As he used his left arm to 'softly' force it open he was able to find an emergency flash light, a lighter, some batteries for the flashlight, and a strange looking rifle. It seemed to have a label on it. As he used the flash light on it he sighed in frustration as he says, "A gun that fires compressed air. Why? That won't help".

As he continued to go through the box he found a small booklet that had some instructions on what it does, he shrugs as this will help him at least figure out what it does. Maybe it will fire a silent projectile, or will it have enough force to throw people around, kind of like a gravity gun. Maybe, just maybe this will come in handy.

As he began to hear some noises coming from the next room over, he knew that he might have over stayed his welcome, so he stayed hidden in the metal box he broke open, as he messes with his arm to find a place to put the stake and be able to fire it again.

The body was left behind, AI had wanted her to scavenge the corpse of anything valuable. However, after a bit of inspection the only thing was the armor and it wouldn't fit her frame. The good Sergeant was about six two or so. The bullet holes meant that it wouldn’t hold vacuum, and also… dead people were in it. Taking armor in a video game had seemed easy enough a few clicks and you were stronger. In the Real there were brains and… stink left after death.

Regardless, the small rooms along the unlit hallway were all sealed by the lockdown and her strength couldn't push the doors open. If there was power, perhaps a button or arm scan or something of the sort would get her through. Alas, no power to be found so she continued on, trying one door after another to see if there was ANYTHING. No luck, though perhaps the lack of luck was actually great fortune. Imagine if you opened the door and something terrible was in there.

AI was, unsuccessfully, running repair programs trying to get some of the lost and corrupted data back. That map would be infinitely more helpful. Or a 'You are here' map, but apparently those had gone to the wayside with the advent of some high technology of sorts. In her case, the schematics and GPS location should be in her head. She could pull up a map… and find out where she was at any time. Of course, FIB would have none of that.

Her optics picked up movement ahead and she paused… "AI, playback whatever we just saw and magnify it if you can." No response came, but the image in her right eye was replaced by a playback loop of a small… thing skittering across the floor. No heat signature but appeared human…ish from this distance.

Okay… control your breath, back up reeeeaaaaly slowly, and most importantly, be careful not to fuck up by stepping on something.

The 45 minutes of walking and checking turned into an hour long return back to Sergeant Whatever His Name Had Been, she kept hearing a skittering sound and was looking back over her shoulder to make sure nothing was actually following. Once back at the body she pushed him through and forced the doors closed… with a screeching… well screech. After they were closed the sounds stopped leaving her alone in silence with only her breath to be heard.

"Fucking great," she whispered and leaned back against the door. Four hours in and backtracking to avoid nightmares.

As Sammual began to listen to the different sounds coming from the rooms. Maybe the 'creatures' found something in there and don't know he's here maybe they do and they are just clearing the other rooms before coming to get him. Whatever is happening it doesn't matter they are near him though. He felt his heart rate begin to increase then, slow down. He felt himself calm as his heart began to regulate him and allow him to make more sane decisions as he is in a calmer state. He begins to inspect his left arm as he checks for anyway to release the compartment. With the help of the red light and some rubbing on the arm he found a small piece of metal that is not fully flushed with the rest of the arm. As he began to pry it open it slowly slips open and reveals a an almost barrel like compartment. With a diameter of no more than a half an inch it can fit many different bullet sizes, but what came to mind for Sammual is his metal stake he first fired. As he slipped it in he found it fit nice and cozy as he sealed the arm again he felt more assured he was ready to fire it again, yet knew he had a single shot to clear a path if at all, so he bided his time and maybe he will hear as the 'creatures' go away.

As he waits he begins to read the book on what this air gun is and was immediately disappointed that it did not fire any rounds or picked up/threw objects. What it did was send a series of compressed waves of air to discombobulate and incapacitate a target. He sighed as he though what it could work on. 'Fleshy things, plant like things, fishy things, any bird is would screw over, in a carapace it would be the equivalent of a large baseball bat. Maybe crack or hurt it and the carapace, but defiantly not what I would be aiming for'

He just sits there and begins to think what these creatures actually are. Would they belike from Aliens, would they be like some bipedal creature? He then stops for a moment and a videogame comes to mind. He near god damn shudders from just the though of these things being necromorphic like from Dead Space. He now begins to fiddle with the arm out of fear and in hopes of finding some hidden weapon he can use.

His heart starts to increase at high rate and then starts to decrease as his heart began to feel like it slowed down almost immediately. This felt good as when he is normally startled by something he has a heightened heart rate that keeps going even many minutes after the event took place, but here it felt like something was forcing him to stay focused. As he spends the next hour fiddling with the arm in the enlaced box in hopes of understanding everything he has on him and to wait for the sounds to fade away to let him know it is safe for him to proceed and find his partner. Who ever that may be.

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'Guy' is getting upset with Sammual for sitting there and doing nothing, but he can't just throw open the doors and point a sign to where he is. Sammual is in too much of a situation where he will just die if he did that. So 'Guy' just waited and watched as they both now start to see what weird things this arm can do.

The walk was more horrible since she had seen… something. It was crawling near the ground that was all she had known. A quick stop back where she had woken up would be for the best here. There had to be SOMETHING she could use as a weapon. AI was unhelpful with this after the data loss. A Weapons storage locker or something would be great at this point. Not that she knew how to use a weapon much, but maybe it was robot instinct?

The door was still open, but without power that was a good sign so she slipped back inside to look around. Horror would be the best word for this. The bodies were gone, well the larger parts of them were gone. No blood trail, no pieces that had fallen off in the hallway, just… gone. "AI… is there a protocol I am unaware of here?" She questioned.

"Negative, all frames were beyond operational at time of awakening." She replied.

"So not what I wanted to hear," Fuck FIB.

Her gaze now even more alert, if that was possible, was looking for something, anything, and there was something. A metal rod that had broken off at a nasty angle. Spear acquired. Retrieving the object she continued to look around, but only the pods themselves looked useful, maybe a shield? No, the cover was too large, and breaking it would make it unusable for her purposes. The short 'spear' would have to do.

"AI, what's my time since awakening?" She queried. That long couldn't have elapsed, right?

"Sentient Smith has been awake for Six hours." She replied nonchalantly.

Only 42 hours left to find her 'partner'. Hopefully the person would be useful for something and not like, a 10 year old kid or something.

'Hm how long has it been since I started sitting in this crate?' A moment feels like minutes, minutes feel like eons in this lonely crate. With nothing but his thoughts, a 'gun, a small booklet, and a mysterious arm gun, comb, toothbrush hybrid thing. He grew tired of trying to figure out the arm and just started sitting in the box with the flashlight as he started to read the booklet over and over again, just waiting as the sounds get distant. As at one point a creature managed its way in and started to look in the room. It seemed they couldn't find him as it left the room after some time, however it did seem to have a strange way of walking as it sounded like skittering instead of solid foot prints or even a shlooping sound of mass hitting the ground. These creatures could be any kind of insect: a large mutant cockroach, a large beetle that can eat through metal and humans, or....'oh god no' he thought immediately as he thought of the idea that it could be a creature that is like a sea scorpion.

Sammual shutters at the thought as he slowly opens the box and crawls out as he looks around with the flash light and begins to quietly walk out. He is now quite aware of what he is in for as he is on high alert but still needs to head forward as he needs to find his partner and get the fuck out of there as this is no place for a anyone. He slowly makes his way through the corridor trying his best to not alert anyone of his presence.

After some time of slow and methodical walking, he found a door that would lead him to a new area of the ship. Maybe he will find his companion, maybe he will find an exit, or maybe he will find a large group of whatever these things are, whatever is beyond this door it will be at least be something in the direction of finding his way out and maybe some food.

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Guy becomes ecstatic to see Sammual start to move and is hopping with joy, until he sees Sammual take a boring slow approach and sighs internally as he now has to watch a paraplegic cyborg walk slowly through a hall way.

Smith was creeping along, in the opposite direction from the skittering and dead body form earlier. While she dreaded to go this direction because of the disappearance of Squad one, the unknown was better than the… don't wanna know; better to try other directions before she… well… had to kill a something. "The air quality has improved, Sentient Smith," AI stated. She gritted her teeth a bit and smelled the air… couldn't tell the difference. AI must be monitoring something with a sensor she had no idea or control over.

"I take it it isn't coming from behind us then," she replied in a whisper.

"Negative," AI was helpful at times like these and the eyes. But… otherwise, probably not the best. Her mental gaze flickered to the battery life. Down to 99%; she could all but feel it going down. Maybe that was simply imagination. As if she didn't have enough to worry about right now.

There was a door ahead… and a small err… Gash in the side of the ship. Sunlight filtered through the large crack, but since there was obviously air in the corridor, that mean that they weren't in space… or they had those fancy shields like in Star Wars. "AI, could we be on the planet? Or do we have technology that keeps in air with holes in ships?"

"Colony Ship Eden was not created for planet side landing. No such technology exists in my database."

"Which means… we crashed, your corrupted database is missing some data, or something worse, great."

As Sammual made it to the end of the hallway he slowly pried the door open and looked. There was darkness and silence. Unsettling quietness ad it felt like something was sapping the area of all noise. As he squeezed under he slowly forced the door down again as he began his treck furthur in, now with his flash light out as he searches for an exit. Fuck his Partner, Sammual wanted to leave, if his partner was dead weight he didn't want to search the inside for them, but if they were useful they would have already been outside and either waiting for him or taking assessment, and in all honesty Sammual wants to see what is waiting for him outside. If it was in outer space, then they are both fucked on this ship with these strange creatures, but if they are on a planet at least they can leave this ship behind.

As Sammual headed deeper in he started to feel an ominous presence, almost as if something was watching him. It felt like a great pressure was looming over him as he started to feel his heart beat grow, his hearing became more acute yet there was that ominous feeling as it felt like the sounds around him are dulled, his footsteps sound less crisp and more dull, his heartbeat rang in his ears, and his breaths were baited yet silent as he made his way continuing through the area until he heard a commotion from the door to his left. The presence faded away as he looked over, aiming his flashlight, as he placed his ear on the door to hear some creaking. Sammual started to leave as he began checking each door most having no noise. Yet one had a strange sound of nothing. Not like deafening silence, but like of silence, just normal silence. Sammual opened the door to be hit with a batch of fresh air as he saw a hole in the wall the size of a damn car as it showed a large rock with lush greenery around it. This air almost feels like poison to his lungs as it feels to fresh for the hyerventalating man, but he acclimated as he slowly checked out to see how wonderful the veiw is, anod is astonished at the gorgeous veiw, only to be more dazzled by how high he is. He would have never been able to find himself in a place like this when in his old life.

He sighed as he now had to think what is his next plan. He has a way out, now he needs a way to contact his partner, maybe if he can make smoke signals? That won't work and just plain dumb, what he needs to do is find a way down and make a plan.

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Guy is just as he was. Bored as he watches a paraplegic walk aimlessly through a ship to find the partner set up. All the while 'cautiously' walking around deadly 'traps' and 'creatures'. None of which he stepped into as he is too much of a pushy to investigate 90% of them. "What a bore".

It was green, very very green. The upturned earth had already been overgrown to a degree. That meant that the ship had not crashed that recently, the Forest was trying to take back what it once held as its own. She peered around, her eyes having already been adjusted to perfectly suit the amount of light given off by the... two suns above. There was also a moon in the middle of the day. An interesting change to be sure, the red orb looked out of place, but she supposed she would have to get used to it for the foreseeable future.

"AI, are you detecting anything strange?" She asked. Why hadn't FIB given her access to some of the important systems like that? She had to ask like she was talking to a computer giving her readouts, what was this, some cheap sci-fi flick? Heads-up displays in her eyes, skintight clothing suits, horrifying somethings, and a crashed ship. It screamed cheap B movie. At least that meant there wouldn't be explosions for no reason, no B movie could afford Michael Bay, right?

"Short-range scan picks up no life forms of note within 20 meters," Ai replied.

"How exactly are we scanning things?"

"The Antanae on our head picks up and broadcasts signals in our surroundings." The robot in her brain replied... well she was in its brain, but that was the same thing in the end, right?

"She stepped out lightly onto the edge, hearing a small rattle she turned her head and immediately fell onto her butt biting back a scream. There was an ENORMOUS insect... thing outside. It was eating something that looked almost human.

The small spear suddenly felt completely useless.

Sammual sat around for a bit as he began thinking. It was better to sit in the light instead of darkness. As Sammual began to think he was taking assessment of the creatures. They must be around the size of a proper Sea scorpion if not slightly larger to fit through the door. If they has the relative strength to somehow get through doors and walls if they were not pried open, they would be able to tear through a person with ease. If they had that power, and were like most insects and had an exoskeleton there would be a good chance that they are able to handle their own power against them. The best way to beat them if anything would be enough force applied to a point to bust through. So do what the entire animal kingdom does and pierce through with force. A bludgeoning device would be terrible for this as it would require great force, slashing worst so as it would probably a terrible idea and the blade would just slide off.

As Sammual was thinking he was interrupted by the awful sound of skittering. He froze up for a moment and looked over to the opening as he began to hear it get loader. He slowly backed away and back out into the hallway as he began his less so stealthy retreat into the ship to find another exit as his was now blocked off. He heard a screech come from off in the distance as loud clashing came about and terrified Sammual to the core. He held back all of his fear for long enough to find a new area. Here he opened the door and began shutting it behind him hoping it would buy him time.

He prayed as he slowly made his way through the next area here it was a shit show. everything here was gone or eaten. There were skeletons so that meant they have been here for a month or longer as they would have picked everything clean pretty quick. So he had that assuredness as they should have moved on, as he makes his way on with more haste hoping to find an exit soon.

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"Guy" is getting excited now there is real tension with his every movement. Now he is back on the move again with an ever looming threat behind him and a great likelihood there will be something here for him to actually face. This has "Guy" quite excited and really wanting to just set everything off, but that would ruin the tension of the moment.

Smith was looking at both the opening and the overlay in her right eye. It was the... centipede? She supposed that was close enough. Her brief view had been enough for AI to see it and analyze faults. The things joints could be weak points, its multitude of eyes, and though the carapace was no doubt thick, the spear could cause some damage if she was fast enough. As it sat, she was stuck between a monster and a... well another monster. the one in the dark was an unknown, could be anything really, a freaking cryptid or something.

She didn’t need to limber up, and AI had instructed her that the bodies operational functions exceeded a humans by a couple of magnitudes, which meant she was fast and strong she guessed? Taking deep breaths she felt the swell of her chest in the confines. An unusual feeling, though it was all unisual at this point. Being female had barely had much time to register. What was she supposed to do? Strip naked and inspect herself while in the dark and monsters were about? She had seen enough Hentai to know where that shit lead.

“We’re going for it,” she said after a number of breaths. Sticking around here may only get her ambushed by the whatever was lurking the halls.

So, she charged out of the entrance and right at the last location of the enormous bug. To AI’s credit she was right, the ‘frame’ was very fast; However, it wasn’t fast enough. The giant bug reared back and let out a loud screeching cry... only for something huge to swoop down out of the sky, grab it by four clawed hand things and fly off. The giant Trex headed bird thing had slammed into the remnants of the ship sending echos throughout it and their surroundings. How the frick did it even fly? It looked like it weighted a few to es.

“No current way of fighting this enemy, Sentient Smith. Recommendation include running should it return.”

FIB just laughed. She could swear she heard it.

Sammual had an easy travel in this area, spooky, but easy. As he didn't need to worry about many creatures in here he decided to pick up his pace so he can find a new exit faster. His travel was not unnoticed as he began to hear some rustling. This sent him into fight or flight and he decided running was the best option as he sprinted as fast as he could. Good thing as a large centipede like creature with strange white like plates on it burrows from the metal ground and began to give chase after Sammual.

This out of fear for his life and fear what is chasing him Sammual ran and continue to ran, finding any doors that led to different hallways so he could keep running, all the while having the looming threat of this creature catching him. His feet slamming into the ground solid enough to reverberate in his head, as his heart beat is constantly at a heightened rate. His breath is panted and almost rasping as he never thought he would have to do so much exercise ever.

With the constant running he found himself in front of a largish door as he began to pry it open, when he does he finds himself staring at the outside again. Excited he looks out to find nothing quite here, as he looks behind him as he hears screeching and scratching behind him he sprints out and prays there is nothing out there waiting for him. As he left he started to hear a strange screech and wing flaps as he looks and finds a large T-rex with wings heading towards him. In pure fear he ran as fast as possible towards the tree line as he screamed like a girl and spewing profanity very few would ever think of.

Once he broke through the tree line he kept running as he heard a loud thud as the bird creature smashed through the trees and collided into the ground as it slowly got back up and left looking for easier prey. Sammual did not care however, he was still running in fear as he didn't know if the bird thing would chase him through the forest, and he wasn't gonna chance it.

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"Guy" is having a great time as he is watching this man run around for dear life, and then once he had hope of escaping again, he was nearly killed by a T-rex with wings, all the while Sammual is screaming like he is a child, and has increased "Guy's" vocabulary for insults and profanity.

Muttering, thanks of course, Smith looked around the... clearing, though the plant life was apparently VERY active and already taking over whatever the ship had destroyed when it crashed. AI mentioned that this could only be a portion of the ship, the actual ship must have broken upon entry. Well, where was she supposed to go from here? it wasn't like there was a big arrow over her head that said 'this way for partner in stupid death game'. Though, if it did she would probably be a bit more frightened than she was now.

The Trees were huge, probably over a hundred foot high, thick and frim, their rooms probably deep. Vines hung off of them, they were about as big around as her thigh, the grass was tall and could easily hide more of those enormous bugs, luckily not the flying death birds. "Any idea's, AI?" she questioned her constant companion.

"Sentient Smith should go right, there are signals which indicate the location of another ship segment in the area."

"Estimate on time to arrival?" she questioned.

"Too many factors outside of calculations, time unknown." The AI replied mechanically.

"Great, so... it could be an hour or a day. I would HATe to get caught out here at night. I wonder how long the night cycle is." she stated more to herself than to the AI. Glancing around, her eyes couldn't pick up any movement by anything more than the wind, so she supposed she was going right... into the giant tree jungle full of who knew what... with only a small metal spear that was more steel rod than anything else.

Sammual ran for another 10 or so minutes now not out of fear of something chasing him, but now out of fear of not knowing where he is. He finds himself in the middle of a dense forest with little to no idea his bearing and no idea on what is in these forests. All he wants to do is find a clearing and begin to recollect himself.

As he made it to a small clearing he found a small pond with some pretty clear water. Almost on instinct Sammual walked towards the pond but pulled himself back away into the tree line as he remembered he was on a foreign planet. He can't just do whatever you would do in a survival movie and expect it to work. So he just began to try and climb a tree near him, but realized something as he looked up one and realized how high they were. Then as he looked at the ground he began to realized the grass was tall and thick, almost as if his mind never processed it as he was in a flight response the entire time, he now began to realized the implications of what was going on, he began to climb one of those trees now realizing he might have just stepped into an all out infestation of these bugs, and it spans this entire forest.

As he climbed it was not hard to find a place to dig in with his left arm and legs, it was hard to find a place to find somewhere for his right arm to grab onto as these trees are so thick it can be hard to find a place to grab onto, but he managed to climb up high enough to keep watch of the ground and the pond in wait to see if the water is safe to drink. As he waited his eyes did switch from watching both above and bellow him as anything can come and try and grab him. He did have the air rifle at least, so he can annoy them away so he can get on with his day.

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'Guy' now sits here once again. Looking at an idiot just stare at a pond and waiting. For what? who knows all he knows is that Sammual might either have a clever idea or is an idiot who is gonna die in a short bit of time.

It was darker than she suspected it would be. The trees were huge and their thick foliage blocked out the light that streamed from above, or should have. Luckily, night vision was still a thing, so while she could see it was in a strang manner she was not accustomed to. That and there were blinding clearings at random intervals, but the two hours of walking hadn't had the darkness set in completely.

The best news was that no larger insects, animals, or whatever else may exist on this terrible terrible colony planet had appeared. The bad news, it seemed that many things she passed were poisonous to human consumption. Not in the slight hallucinogen way either, in the dead in a matter of excruciating hours way. Luckily she didn't have to worry about the food thing much. AI had noted that while food consumption was still important, her 'battery' would help sustain her without needing to obtain energy the way normal humans did. She was also sure to explain that if the battery ran out that the mechanical parts under her skin would slowly stop working until she couldn't move.

Joy!

A slight glance, which she found herself doing quite often to the top right of her vision showed the battery level at 98%. Still a ways to go. A quick glance in front of her through the shrubbery and other thick jungle environments showed her... also still a ways to go.

"Any updates on the time we are looking at for this ship fragment, AI?" She queried again like she had every ten minutes since leaving the ship. The AI SHOULD be able to pick up SOMETHING before she was suddenly at the charred broken remains of humanities great achievements.

As Sammual waited he found himself just staring at the pond at one point thinking, 'Hu. this is my life now. To constantly just be in terror of everything around me 'till the day something with my name on it comes for me'. As he was almost day dreaming he almost missed this larger than life elk come out of the forest, nearly 15 feet tall it walked over to the large pond and started drinking from it. It seemed fine as it just kept drinking, until a large ass alligator larch onto the elk and spun taking its head clean off. Sammual just looked and with a straight face got down turned and began to walk away beck to where the ship was. He didn't care if there were giant insects those can be killed, a giant alligator like creature would just kill him without a second of struggle. As he walked for about 15 minutes he made it back to where he can see the ship as he began to look around hoping to find something else, and there was nothing, so he did the most logical thing in his head. Find a place to hide and pray, so he started looking through the trees and trying to find a hidey hole for himself. After an hour of searching he finally found a hole large enough for him to fit into and a rock large enough to set in front of it so he could be safer.

As he sat there he began to wait surely his partner will find him. Besides it's getting late and Sammual has been mentally exhausted by all of this. His body feels fine as his legs feel like, well, nothing. As he turns on his light he began to look around in this hole, just large enough for like 3 adults, as he uses his flash light he begins to etch the walls with the light as he finds it is just a small area he can hide in as he slowly passes out hopefully to find his partner waking him up.

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'Guy' now has to watch this man sleep. Why did he choose such a shitty person to play this game. Maybe he should have something 'help' him along.