Chapter VIII – Union Aerospace Corporation

Saturday, July 9th 2146, 10:46 AM
Location: Earth, UAC Headquarters, Sydney Australia

It was a sunny day, only a few light, fluffy clouds were threatening the Sun’s comforting warmth. A small group of news reporters stood in the shadow of the tall shining office tower. They casually muttered their usual gossip, unaware of the situation emerging off-world. A podium flanked by well dressed security agents stood in the far rear of a small courtyard outside the building’s main doors, it bore the UAC logo and held a single microphone. As the media waited, employees came and went through the front glass doors like any usual business day.

A shining and expensive hover car pulled up from the road behind the assembled reporters and UAC President Charles Rosenburg emerges from the vehicle. He hastily made his way to the podium, his personal body guards following behind. He stood behind the podium for a few moments, whispering to other corporate officers, staring over at the media with concerned expressions before taking the podium.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the press, thank you all for coming” begins the President. He was tall and slim with sharp facial features, he had well-groomed black hair with a patch of greying, silver trimming the sides of his head. He was wearing a navy blue pinstriped business suit with a white shirt and black tie.

“Yesterday, at 4:12 p.m….” He begins with a note of distress in his voice, “…our listening stations began picking up the first in a number of emergency subspace transmissions from our off-world stations around Mars, Phobos and Deimos. The transmissions describe an accident relating to the classified teleportation systems that were established on those moons. Among other things, they report that the teleporters are operating out of their control and that dangerous alien creatures are entering the bases through active portals”

The chirping of birds accompanied the president’s words, slightly taking away from the seriousness of the situation.The media personnel were silent, wearing faces of disbelief as they held out their recording devices.

“Many of the colonists on Deimos managed to evacuate. However, the moon was being tracked by our stationary sensors and recorded images of Deimos disappearing from its orbit around Mars. The location of Deimos is now unknown and we have lost communication with its main station computer” he continued.
“We have received reports from Phobos indicating that they are quickly losing ground to the growing alien occupation. Space marines stationed on Mars have responded to a distress call from Phobos and a rescue operation has been launched from there. We since have lost contact with the base and marines after the squad arrived” the President explains.

“Seven hundred and eighteen colonists from Deimos have survived after evacuating in escape pods. Fifty seven colonists are unaccounted for and are presumed to have been on the station when the moon vanished from our sensors. Of the Phobos colony, however, only one hundred and eighty two colonists managed to reach escape pods. Five hundred and twelve are unaccounted for, many are presumed to have been killed during the initial waves of the alien infestation, this is according to information from the transmissions we have received” he gravely explains. “The situation on Phobos has yet to be contained. If the spread of this infestation is not stopped, we fear the aliens will become a permanent resident of our solar system” he says, finishing his statement.

“I regret having to report to you all such troubling news. I will now take some questions”

“Do you have any indication as to where Deimos is now?” asks a reporter, after a moment of silent surprise.

“No, the disappearance of Deimos is completely unexpected. We don’t know” the President replies.

“What was happening when the teleporters malfunctioned?” another asks.

“I cannot comment any further on classified projects, next question” he states.

“Is there any chance that the alien infestation could reach Earth?” asks a female reporter, after a another quiet moment.

“We don’t know”

Beyond the boundaries of our reality lies the alternate dimension from where originates the alien infestation. Large jawed demons occupied higher, rocky territory. Spiked, brown aliens mobbed lower ground. Skulls littered the ground and were impaled on spikes that were stabbed into the dry dirt. A fiery sky burned with spectacular ribbons of moving energy and was dotted with floating, rocky islands, swirling portals and bloated, floating aliens. Above the surface of Hell was Deimos, it hovered in the surreal sky, largest of the floating islands. Within the doomed station, the growth soon meshes with the remaining systems of the station. In the teleport area, before the gate, the growth formed into a nest with strands of fleshy appendages converging on it. A giant slithering slug, resembling a brain with a face and grasping appendages crawled from the portal, squirming as it moved. It examined its surroundings, then made its way to its cozy nest. From there, the strands of flesh served to allow the Spider-mind to spread the reach of its influence to all corners of the moon, it also gave the creature the ability to access all the station systems and databases. The seemingly endless flood of information made the Spider-mind more and more powerful.

Deimos began to reform under the Spider-mind’s will. Pits of swirling, bubbling bio-fluid that sat above advanced UAC hardware gradually morphed into a demonic, cybernetic nursery. From it emerged a variety of aliens with cybernetic modules weaved into their flesh. From the grotesque nursery then emerged a towering muscular, horned alien with a mechanical right leg that ended in a metal hoof and a dangerous energy weapon fused to the end of its left arm.
The birth of the Cyber-demon was a sight no man was ever meant to see.

 

end.

Chapter VII – Portal to Chaos

Major Mills stood in the small, crowded monorail terminal. Top level researchers that usually act like whispering statues were in the grip of unrestrained hysteria. The Major could barely believe what he was hearing.
“Are… Are you serious?” the Major asks.
“If you don’t believe me, then take a look for yourself” Rupert says, gesturing to the monorail car. The Major stares at Rupert in a moment of incredulity, Rupert raises his eyebrows in an annoyed, daring response. The Marine then proceeds to enter the car. He saw Dr. Kronos standing beside Leonard to the side, in the middle of the car was the sprawled corpse of a completely foreign creature. He wasted no time. He walked off the monorail, brushing past the researchers and the medical personnel that had just arrived at the terminal and went directly to a comm unit, built into the wall.

Revok was in the primary surveillance control room, he was examining a layout of Echo labs on a large tabletop holo-monitor. His comm unit came to life.
“Major Mills to Corporal Revok” it said, Revok touches the unit.
“Revok here, go ahead Major” he says.
“Sir, a group of top-level researchers just arrived from Echo labs via the monorail. They claim that an infestation of alien creatures is occurring in Sector-B. There’s an alien corpse in their monorail car, I think it’s real” Mills quickly explains, Revok was already scanning the layout of Sector-B. He finds the source of the alarm condition, sees alien creatures occupying the halls of the research complex.
“Report to your squad, you’ll receive orders soon” he calmly says.
He could see from the security footage that the aliens were beginning to take over Sectors A and C, and Sector-A connects with the rest of the station. He had to deploy units soon if there was any chance of taking it back.

He removed a cylindrical key from around his neck and pushed it into a slot on the console, a menu of emergency security protocols opened. He called tactical monorail cars to station, authorized use of energy weapons and activated Echo lab’s sentries. He then picked up his comm unit and jogged from the room, yelling commands.
“Viper squad, report to Echo labs main entrance. Obsidian squad, report to monorail station A.
Nova squad, report to monorail station B” he loudly commands.
At monorail station B, the monorail pulled away as it was called to the circuit station. Director Banks takes notice, “That’a boy Revok” he says, “he’s deploying tactical monorails”

Space Marines begin filing into the station, as does Corporal Revok. The tactical monorail soon arrives at the terminal. The marines immediately began boarding the monorail as the researchers argued loudly. Susan shook her head in disagreement and steps over to Revok. “Corporal Revok!” she shouts over the bustling of marines, the Corporal looks over.
“Yes, Dr. Carmichael. Make it quick” he responds.
“The aliens are coming from the portal, experimentation chamber ten-A. The invasion will only stop with the destruction of the teleporter” she frantically explains.
“Okay, consider it done. Now get yourself off this station” Revok says dryly and then proceeds to board the monorail car, it soon pulls away.

The tactical monorail car had several computer stations and a large set of cabinets for holding armour and weapons on one side.
“Everyone suit up. We have an alien infestation originating in Sector-B, Sector A and C are already being taken over. Viper squad are already making their way through Sector-A and Obsidian squad is on another monorail heading to Sector-C” he explains. “We are heading to Sector-B. Echo labs is empty of UAC personnel, so don’t hold back on these things”
The five squad troops quickly donned their armour and helmets, they then grabbed plasma rifles from the weapons cabinet.

After seeing an alien appear from thin air, the Director was compelled to accept the need to evacuate. The researchers made their way to the escape pods on that level. Outside the base, the pods began to break away from Demios and slowly drift away. Booster engines fired to allow the pods to escape the gravity well of the red planet.

Before the monorail came to a stop, two small aliens had teleported into the car. Their bullet ridden corpses were tossed to the rear section. The car came to a stop and the doors slid aside, the terminal was deserted.
“Nova arriving at Sector-B. Viper and Obsidian squads, report!” he say into his comm unit.
“Obsidian squad reporting, just arriving at monorail station, Sector-C”
“Viper squad reporting from Sector-A, weapons research division. Encountering multiple hostile units” came voices from the comm unit.

Nova squad moved into the adjoining hallway, each section was blocked by sealed station doors, they passed storage and mechanical rooms as they made their way. They moved through another passage, doors splitting as they moved into the area. Three different species of aliens turned toward the squad, piercing red eyes looked back at them. Two large alien creatures, five smaller ones, and two stomping aliens with large jaws filled the corridor. The marines flooded the short hall with glowing plasma. The aliens had no time to react, burning plasma turned them to variously sized smoking chunks of charred meat. They had no problem burning through more aliens in the connecting areas, they were soon heading to the Sector-B Atrium for their rendezvous with Obsidian squad. They waited for only a few moments, burning a few teleporting aliens as they waited. The far doors then raised up, Obsidian squad stood on the other side. They had blood splatter covering their armour, Revok stared deeply into the frontman’s visor and saw red eyes staring back at him. Major Mills raised his rifle.
“Take cover” shouts Revok.

The squad of possessed humans fired long sweeping streams of plasma into the area, they soon moved into covered forward positions.
“Die!” one of them screeched, as they continued their wild-fire.
Nova squad was forced to fall back and find cover, Revok was completely unprepared for this scenario. The former humans strode fearlessly into the center of the area and stared absently as they took aim.
“Stop! Hold your fire!” shouts Revok to no avail, they went diving for cover.
“Open fire” commands Revok.
Nova squad fired back from behind shipping crates in controlled bursts, a marine is struck during the exchange. The four remaining marines takes down Obsidian squad, one former human at a time. They fell with large holes blasted into their armour.
The sound of discharged plasma was dissipating across the Atrium as silence took over the area again.

The squad erupted into hysterics, Revok stared silently at his comrade’s charred remains in front of him.
“We’re going to contact Viper squad… Then we are going to shut down that teleporter… and for the time being, I don’t care what stands in our way” Revok states, his voice dripping with undisguised anger.
His three squad mates sounded off. The subsystems in the base were being covered in the appendages of the mysterious growth that spewed form the portal, the systems began to fail and forced the marines to rely on their armour’s sealed environment. The marines endure their trek to the elevator, as waves of aliens teleported around them. They had no problem clearing them out, but a member of their squad went missing as they passed the Archeological research labs.
“Where’s Evans?”
“He was just here, he can’t be far”
They searched and and called his comm unit but there were forced to proceed to the teleporter, hoping the lost marine can survive and reach an escape module.

Revok and his squad boarded the elevator and headed to Level 5.
“We’re going to sweep the experimentation chamber as quickly as possible, then all units will target the top-left part of the teleporter. If the portal hasn’t closed, target individual modules until it does” he says, issuing commands. Their rifles were aimed at the doors as the elevator came to a stop and opened. The sound of snarling aliens and the sound of discharging plasma came from ahead, they quickly move toward the sounds. A group of large jawed demons had a pair of Viper squad marines cornered in a short hall on the right. Nova squad was unable to to stop them as the demons mobbed the marines and sank their teeth into their flesh. The alien’s massive jaws savagely ripped at their limbs.
They opened fire on the demons, quickly dropping them and moved on, engaging more aliens further down the passage. The pair from Viper squad were beyond all help.

They encountered more and more resistance as they got closer to the teleporter, the door to the experimentation chamber was just beyond the next hall. The area was littered with corpses, blood splatter covered the floors and walls. A loud humming sound and streaks of light came from the door to the teleporter, they enter the area through the destroyed door. The growth of flesh was covering all corners of the room, it continued spewing from the portal which was now glowing with a red hue. The teleporter was covered in layers of the growth which had reformed it’s appearance into a demonic shape. The experimentation chamber could hardly be recognized anymore, it looked like a corner of hell. Many large, small and floating, bloated aliens were in front of the burning portal, poised to defend their passage into our world.

The marines stormed the area and lit up the assembled aliens with streams of plasma as new arrivals continued stepping from the gate. Aliens charged them and tossed blobs of energy. With some difficulty, they neutralized the aliens and targeted the teleporter. From about eighty meters, the marines shot plasma against the surface of the teleporter, the three streams converged on the targeted area. They kept hammering the teleporter but the energy seemed to dissipate against the growth.
“Keep firing!” shouts Revok.
The plasma fire seemed to be drawn into the glowing portal and a grey pallet seemed to crawl from within. Staring into the growing void, they could see landmarks of another dimension. Within the deep, expanding realm could be seen a red streaked sky, pock-marked with floating islands. The experimentation chamber was being drawn into a hellish dimension.
Revok’s mind went racing for a new approach, but it seemed that time had run out.
“We’re aborting, fall back!” orders Revok as the alternate dimension expanded to half the size of the experimentation chamber. The marines turned to escape, running from the chamber and heading to the Level 5 escape pods. They entered the hallway with a strip of escape pods set into the wall facing away from the station. They were climbing into a pod when a large horned demon turned the far corner and tossed a green blob of plasma, striking one of the three remaining marines. The plasma caught him on the right side of his upper torso, it seared straight through his armour and melted into his chest and ate away at the flesh between his bones. Revok and the other marine watched their squad-mate’s torso melt away as he screamed, collapsing to the floor. Revok was stupefied by the marine’s painful last moments, the stomping sound of the approaching alien finally prompted them to launch the pod.

The pod had only travelled a couple hundred meters before the marines witnessed the Martian moon, Deimos, slip away into the hellish dimension.

Chapter VI – Alien Visitors

Loud roars filled the teleport area. The aliens stomped down the ramp, causing it to clatter as it shook. At the control station the automated scanners were already cataloging information about the recent arrivals.

“What happened to the fail-safe systems?” demands Banks.
“The encryption locks are still in place, i couldn’t tell you!” Mason loudly explains. Susan watches the aliens reach the bottom of the ramp.
“Dear lord, what have I done?” she asked, her response came in the form of another roar from the aliens. The grey aliens were muscular and stood on hooves, almost seven feet tall. They had clawed hands, large jaws and pointed horns that protruded from their heads.
More aliens began exiting the portal.
“We have to get out of here and quarantine the lab” shouts Nexson.

“Mason, we can’t lose the computer logs. Upload to main station computer”
Mason silently went to work assembling the files, everyone else watched the aliens. They stopped and held their arms over their heads and roared, a large, glowing pentagram appeared beneath their feet. Several points of energy appeared around them, smaller hissing aliens with spiked arms and shoulders manifested from a flash of green light. A small army of angry aliens was behind the screen, and there was no doubt about what they appeared to be. Demons.
They approached the control room and began scratching their sharp claws agains the barrier, making a loud screech. The researchers inwardly braced against the sound as they watched the alien leave long scratches in the nano-mesh screen.
“Now upload over subspace to 10-42-89. Hurry” Banks says. One of the large aliens then pressed its clawed hand against the screen, a swirl of green plasma emerged from its palm and began burning the screen, prompting the researchers to panic.
“Okay, it’s done. Let’s go” shouts Mason.

Smoke was already brewing from the screen as they headed through the seating area to the doors beyond. The alien then punched its fingers into the molten mass. It soon began to warp and make a deep tugging sound, like a water tank about to burst, as the creature applied all its strength against the small hole. The creature single-handedly tears the screen apart, making crackling and ripping sounds. Nano-relays in the screen glowed brightly as they overloaded, the surface was scarred with burned out circuit paths. The researchers stopped at the entrance and looked back to see mobs of aliens spilling through the newly formed passage. The Director touches a small command panel.
“Quarantine laboratory” he says.
“Command authorized, quarantine conditions in effect” chirps the station computer, as the door closed and mechanical locks slid into place.

“That’s not going to hold them” says Susan.
“Well, it will buy us some time” the Director replies.
Loud bangs quickly came from behind the sealed door, the pounding shook the supporting frame, accompanied by bulges that appeared on the door’s surface.
“Dammit” says Kronos, “Come on, we’ve got to hurry”
They jogged the long hallway. The tortured sound of the aliens ripping the door apart came from behind them, they had breached the laboratory doors, they were moving along the floors, walls and ceiling. The researchers soon reached a station on the monorail line, the Director called the car to the station as Nexson crouched low, drew his plasma pistol and began firing small green blobs down the length of the hallway.

He managed to bag a few aliens, but there was many more behind them. The monorail car stopped at the station with a sigh as the break pressure released. The aliens were getting close, Rupert continued firing until the monorail’s doors opened, the researchers scramble into the car with the creatures not far behind. Kronos approaches the controls at the front of the car and slapped the command to start the elector-magnetic propulsion. The car’s doors slid shut, aliens began pounding the doors. The monorail car begins its slow startup, the creatures followed its movements as it passed the adjoining windows.
“Wha… What the hell was that? Were those devil horns?” asks Leonard.
“That’s what they appeared to be” the Director replies with some reluctance.
Nexson was watching security footage from the lab on his data sheet, it continued burning with
portal energy and releasing creatures onto the base.

“Unless the marines can contain this, we may need to evacuate the station” he says.
“Evacuate? Surely this can be contained to Echo labs, can’t it?” asks the Director.
“We have no idea what else they’re capable of. Judging from how quickly they breached the secured teleport area, I think we should consider it” Rupert replies.
“I’m going to be held responsible if this station is overrun” states the Director, angrily.
“We have even bigger problems, look at this” says Kronos, holding a data sheet. “The Phobos base is being infested with aliens as well” he says, indicating emergency messages being sent from there.

“Victor, how could this have happened? There’s no way that the communication program can run on its own” Nexson asks Kronos.
“It seems impossible, I’d have to study the logs” he replies.
“When I was scanning the portal energy, I could see the alien’s history” began Carmichael. “Our teleporters and the one on Mars were designed by those aliens. The ancient Martians suffered this type of alien invasion tens of thousands of years ago. The ancient teleporter was in disrepair when it was discovered, because the Martians destroyed it to stop the invasion of these… demons” she explains
“Are you suggesting that we destroy the teleporters? Director Banks asks.
“Yes” Susan says, nodding with some reluctance. “It’s the only way”
“Dammit” shouts Nexson, “I can’t believe we’re standing here, entertaining this idea… Where’s the monorail heading?” Rupert asks.
“I set the destination for the Command Center” replies Kronos.

The next moment, a pillar of energy formed in the center of the moving car. One of the smaller aliens teleported inside and hissed as it lunged at Leonard. He was caught off guard and slammed into the wall, Rupert frantically tries to grab for his pistol but was unable to reach it before the alien slashed savagely at Leonard, tearing more and more of his flesh. Susan stabs the monster in the back with her ceremonial dagger, and jumps back as the alien slashed at her with its claws. Rupert finally draws his pistol and and fired a single shot into the Demon’s head. The shot travelled from the right side of the Demon’s skull to through to the left. It groaned loudly and slowly lowers itself into a heap on the floor, Rupert is speechless as he slowly lowers the pistol.

Victor quickly moves to the back of the car and removes the medical kit from a cabinet and places it on the blood speckled seat beside Leonard. He had claw wounds on his face, chest, arms and hands. The bleeding was bad. After a quick examination, Victor went to task.
“This will stop the pain” he says, depressing a syringe into his arm. He then applied a nano-tech healing agent to his most serious wounds, the monorail had already come to a stop at the Command Center when he was wrapping the wounds in gauze-mesh bandages. A marine had seen the blood splattered windows of the monorail and deployed medical personnel to the station.