Jesus Christ, it’s out. I don’t know why it went, but it spilled into the airlock and I hit the seal. Fuck. It’s not even…. I can’t believe I’m even.. still here. Ok. Shit. Let’s make this official. This is second mate Byron Tindler of the salvage ship Carrion’s Pass. We all came out of stasis two - was it fucking TWO, Jesus Christ - two days ago to the breach alarm. Standard procedure is to wake the bridge crew and primary engineers, but half of them were already dead. Whatever this thing is, whatever breached the hull, it… fucking ate them. God…. There was only scraps and blood left in the tubes.
I came to with klaxons blaring on the pod deck. People were running past, but I was still a little lagged from the hyper-V. I guess that saved me, because the captain, flight engineer… they all sped off towards the lift. That’s where it was waiting. I don’t know what it is.
There’s a lot of random shit out in the vacuum, and plenty of it will kill you outright. Whatever this is, it’s not only s