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Sci-fi short story

Sci-fi short story

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Published by Max Clarke
A short story about a team of explorers adventuring into the hull of a lost space ship, only to find that they are unwelcome visitors. A good read if you like Sci-fi, but be warned, it does have some quite gruesome descriptions.
A short story about a team of explorers adventuring into the hull of a lost space ship, only to find that they are unwelcome visitors. A good read if you like Sci-fi, but be warned, it does have some quite gruesome descriptions.

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Published by: Max Clarke on Nov 10, 2012
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Extract 2The corridors were a dirty grey colour and wreckage littered the floor. Broken comms-deskssparked with the remnants of electricity whilst gauges and levers remained as they were before theincident, smashed and broken. The cramped confines of the space ship corridors were lit by an eerie
green light that shone from the cracks in the ceiling made by some of the “Maws” smaller creatures
for them to nest in as the wrecked hulk made its journey towards imperial space. Yellow, oozingichor dripped from over hanging supply pipes and small shed skins littered the steel floor on whichPrivate Jarakel and his band of men stepped cautiously through. The two thoughts they all had incommon were; what a rank smell, and; what the hell am I doing here.
We
’ve reached the seventh bulkhead” Jarakel proclaimed as Terla slid next to him, a small, square
and crude device held in his hand. Terla stuck the device to a slimy access panel and pushed a buttonon the side.
“All set” he replied.
There was a small count down and then the little box fizzled electrical sparks. The door then beganto open slowly to reveal another enclosed walkway in much the same state as the other one theyhad just been in.
“Go, we’re close to the objective, there is just one more door to clear” Jarakel whispered in a roughvoice, in fear of alerting any hostile life left upon the ship to their position. “Come on, move it!” he
barked anxiously to the ragged gang of men that were filing past, getting more frustrated with everypassing second.
“Private
 
Jarakel sir” a distraught soldier said “there is something you need to see”
 Jarakel hurried round the corner and found himself in a low ceilinged and small, square room. Theman who had called his name was pointing at something large rolled up on the floor, whilst arminghis Multex-pistol with a charge clip.Jarakel took a step forward and stood over the ball of flesh. It was a swarm class Maw-spawn, nolonger than 4 foot in length. On closer inspection he noticed its many talons were closed around abloody gaping hole in its chest, and coming out of that hole was a small ruptured sack covered in the
birthing liquid that the “Maw” used to hyper
-accelerate the growth of its minions. There was a thinpath of goo and entrails coming from the body of the alien that seemed to climb up the wall andescape into a small shaft above their heads.
“It hasn’t been dead long, I would say 4
-5 hours, enough time for any Maw-spawn to grow to aconsiderable size. The creature we are facing now could probab
ly be a good 3 metres in height”
 The last remark was met with a panicked shot from one of the more excitable men, followed by aworried round of apologies.
“We’d better move, that shot will have awoken whatever may now be hunting us. Where’sO’Hara?”
 The men stopped their constant looking and frowned, mumbling curses and prayers under their
breath. “Well, where is he?”
 The group just
stared blankly at him. “Fine, come on, we’re looking for him”
 Jarakel paced down the corridor followed by a train of reluctant people, shuffling along and shiningtheir torches at every possible spot to expose whatever predator was stalking them.
“Shit.” The column halted. “Oh no, we’re too late”
 
“Why?” asked Thesis, “What’s happened?”
 
“He’s dead, very dead”
 

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