Dexter Grey had assembled the crew of the Abyss in order to explain what he had encountered aboard the garbage scow. He paced back and forth in front of the crew nervously. Macy noted that he did not seem like his usual calm and collected self. It seemed to her that he was having trouble catching his breath and containing his racing thoughts. He didn’t seem to know how to address the crowd, but finally he took a deep breath and raked his hands through his spiky, black hair beginning to speak.
Macy leaned forward in her chair. She had never seen Dexter like this in all the time that she had known him. She knew that Dexter had a crush on her and he sometimes acted goofy around her, honestly she just hoped he would make his move soon, she was tired on waiting on him. This was different though, she had never seen him like this. He seemed terrified and unsure of himself. She stared at him trying to will him to speak.
“So, I don’t know how exactly to say this, but the people about the scow were dead,” Dexter began looking around, his eyes darting about wildly as if at any moment he expected something to lunge at him from a dark corner of the room.
“Is that why you called this meeting? Is that what’s gotten you so twisted up? You’ve seen dead people tons of time… Get over it and let’s get going we got a pay day just ’round the corner,” Hunter interrupted.
“It wasn’t that they were dead that freaked me out… they were dead, but they still moved…. They were like corpses that had somehow been reanimated… They tried to bite me… I think they were hungering for my flesh… Or maybe it’s a virus… and that’s how they transmit it… I dunno… I just know that freaky shit just went on in that scow,” Dexter reported not bothering to sink to Hunter’s level of childish insults. Macy didn’t know if this was because he was so focused or because he was so frightened. She didn’t know which she would prefer.
“Bah, that’s just a bunch of silk spin, they used to try and scare us with those bunter tales when we our first hunts, buncha lettle shuf, if you ask me,” Ravage replied gruffly seemingly only irritated at being called to this meeting.
The triplets were cowering in a huddle next to each other. They were clearly scared, they must’ve heard similar stories around campfires when they were really young. Everyone else in the room seemed to be familiar with stories about such creature, but everyone else had the wherewithal to regard them as simple spook stories. Deliah placed her hand on Ravage’s calming him and concentrating on putting him in a better mood. His aggressive behavior would do nothing to help them figure this situation out. Ronto was quiet, which was not odd in of itself, but once the creatures had been mentioned he seemed to take on a brooding air. Finally, he spoke.
“I have heard of these creatures before. They have been spoken of extensively in the legends of many worlds and many beings through out the galaxy. This is an evil portent,” Ronto finished thoughtfully stroking the part of his mane that hung from his lower jaw. While he spoke he had faced the assemblage, but now he turned his back on them, once again staring out the view port at the garbage scow that was rotating lazily before them, held completely by the whims of the gravity wells created in the void beyond their space ship.
“An evil portent?” Doc asked seeking expansion on their Captain’s cryptic statement.
“It is said the when the end times begin these creatures and other minor aberrations will become apparent in reality. If the legends are to be believed then this means that the walls of reality are starting to weaken,” Ronto answered gazing out at the crew, he seemed to be scrutinizing them, trying to see something that was indiscernible to everyone but him.
“What does this mean for us?” Deliah asked looking at Ronto with concern etched on her face.
“It may mean, that my quest was begun too late, this has been the very thing I have been trying to prevent. The being behind all of this may be one of the most malevolent and powerful forces in the entire universe. It might be down to us to stop it, but first we’ve got to get down to the planetoid and contain this… outbreak,” Ronto explained.
“So, what exactly makes them like that? The living dead?” Dexter asked, clearly having a better idea of what they were dealing with than anybody else.
“Some postulate that it is a disease, some call it a curse, I think it is both as well as something in between,” Ronto said peering intently intoo Dexter’s eyes, his horns beginning to glow with a light, blue aura.
“What about this entity, you spoke of?” Macy wondered aloud.
“I will speak to you all about that after we have finished planet-side. Until then, know that we are in a war with unnatural abominations that threaten the fabric of reality itself,” Ronto replied preparing to leave the bridge.
“But what do we do about the ship?” Hunter asked.
“We do what has to be done,” Ronto said punching the buttons on the device on his wrist. This device allowed Ronto to remotely connect with the ships main computer. He could control the ship as long as it was in range of the signal of the device. The crew of the Abyss watched as the garbage scow was ripped apart by plasma blasts ending in a fiery explosion that left only useless slag in its wake that would burn up in the planetoids atmosphere.
“Everybody prepare yourselves, we just entered a war,” Ronto concluded as he left the bridge leaving the assembled party sitting there slack jawed.