Hail the Conqering Heroes [closed]
It was one exhausted, tired, alien puke-covered, acid blood-burnt group of people that trundled out of the hangar and into the ship proper. Their mission? Had sucked. Their intel had been wrong. Their lives had nearly been forfeit.
But they had survived, mainly by watching each other's backs and shooting or slashed or flamethrowing at every damn thing that moved.
Now it was off to Medbay to tend to their injuries, but after that, maybe they'd finally catch a break.
They had no idea of what had just conspired, other than what they'd learned from Stacy's messages--there had been a traitor, and that traitor had been taken care of.
But they had survived, mainly by watching each other's backs and shooting or slashed or flamethrowing at every damn thing that moved.
Now it was off to Medbay to tend to their injuries, but after that, maybe they'd finally catch a break.
They had no idea of what had just conspired, other than what they'd learned from Stacy's messages--there had been a traitor, and that traitor had been taken care of.