[@DJAtomika][i]"Stand aside, let me scan this. Optics, scan and x-ray."[/i]

As the beam shone through the holes in the locker door the heads-up display began to flicker between two very different readings. One moment it reported a lifeform, the next a piece of equipment. Finally the computer intelligence admitted that it didn't know what to make of what it was seeing and flashed up a message reading '[color=39b54a][[INCONCLUSIVE]][/color]', followed by a long list of all the data points it had been able to gather.

Luckily for Simon he wouldn't have to wait too long for more information to work with as a set of glistening, metallic blades reached out from inside the largest hole and began to claw at the edges, slowly widening the breach as thick purple ichor seeped from inside.

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Grabbing his helmet and quickly locking it into place JR quickly made his way over to the airlock, slamming his hand on the door control to cycle the outer door open. He glanced over at the weapon's rack but all he could see were some older pattern shotguns and pistols, no grenades or other gear which could help bolster his own gear, so without wasting another second he boosted down the umbilical, letting the low gravity float him towards the [i]Lone Star's[/i] airlock chamber.

Halfway along the passage he saw something shoot passed his faceplate and as he drifted along he looked back to see a pair of holes, one each side of the umbilical. "Umm, guys, I think we have a problem." He called out through his headset, hoping the others were on the same frequency. A moment later he stepped through the melted doorframe and saw the claws ripping their way out of the locker.

"Ohh, nevermind. Looks like you have your hands full." He said calmly as he reached for his submachine gun and pistol. Swinging them both up he opened fire on whatever it was, only to be thrown back against the far bulkhead as sprays of plasma impacted around the locker, hitting everything but the holes he'd been aiming at. For a moment he lay stunned, his head ringing from where he'd hit it against the inside of his helmet, but as he recovered he quickly slammed his hand down on his belt control, activating the suit's grav boots.

"Okay, let's try that again." He said, taking aim with his guns once more, only this time he balsted at the door panel, shattering the controls in a burst of sparks.

With a silent hiss of escaping gas the door seal snapped off and the hatch swung open, a cloud of noxious air accompanying it into the airlock chamber, only to be sucked out towards the breach in the umbilical. "Quick, all of you clear the bay. I got this." JT called out, pulling a det-pack from his belt and thumbing the activator.