Bloodied Air- Sifty, Part 01

This is going to be a group project between Myself and my best friends SufferingSquids and Hatcheye - If the kid gets the damn fuel in him to write, for once. This is going to be a story based on Dead Space- The events occur at the same time as Dead Space 2. My character is a Soldier for EarthGov, awaiting his forced transfer to an icy planet because I pissed off my Sarge.

EDIT: I went back and fixed some of the spelling and grammatical errors.

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I took a long slurp of my relative warm coffee. My twin holotags sat, glowing, on the table, and I occasionally shot them a look of admiring. Today would be my last day here, on Titan Station. In about fifteen hours, I would have a couple guys dragging my ass to some ice planet, one that my Sarge doesn't want to tell me about. His exact words were "You're paid to Shoot, not to think, soldier." Ugh, What a douche bag. I'm pretty damn sure why he's sending me there. Bastard thinks I'm fooling around with his wife. To be honest, she's hot- but I couldn't care less. Shame the bastard didn't believe me. Whatever... Not like there would be anything on that planet but ice, rocks and frozen meal tickets. Wiping some dirt off of my left shoulder pauldron, I somewhat admired the small metal patchwork I had added to it myself. A small, white cloud, with a red, yellow and blue bolt of lightning shooting out of it. Symbolized something I held true to for a while now. Kind of irrelevant in this current state of affairs...

Well, I won't lie, I read all about what happened to the "USG Ishimura." Figured that "Alien Creatures" were just total bullshit. But... damn. I still shiver when I think back to that day. My very first assignment, and I was sent to clear out some decommed old ship in the dead-ass arm of the outer rings. Just... the things I fought... Ugh. All I know is, the shit that I fought on there was really goddamn creepy. They're pretty much the reason the gun I use is modified the way it is.

Today was kind of shitty. Somebody "tactically acquired" a movie I was allowed to take with me, and it pissed me right the Hell off for my entire stay on the USM Kennedy, before I was dropped off here on Titan. As we say in the military, "There is only one thief in the Army- everybody else is just trying to get their stuff back." Whatever.

I continued sipping my coffee. Just as I was about to finish, everything began to shake, spilling my coffee all over me. Luckily, I was wearing my RIG, so I didn't feel it, buuut...

That was some fucking good coffee.

A low, angry growl ushered forth from my throat, and I hopped up out of my seat in frustration. As I went to open the door to see what all of the rumbling was about, I stopped. A bad, bad feeling in the pit of my stomach was telling me to just back right the Hell up. Hell, it was my gut geelings that got me through most of basic training. I looked at the holographic display on my right, and was intrigued by what I saw.

Everybody in my sector of the hotel was running towards the lone pair of elevators at the end of the hall, while some others were even bare-ass repelling off the sides of the railings- and we were on the fourteenth fucking floor. As I looked closer to see what they could have been running from, the vents above the camera exploded, and down dropped some kind of disgusting, grotesque, emaciated abomination. It's hands were low, its bowels were burst, and out of i's back, it had two, massive blades attached to jointed arms. Something about it was familiar, but I had no clue what it was. I watched in horror as it swiftly trailed down and pounced a straggling civilian, easily tearing him apart. His screams echoed through, as the creature moved on to the others.

In awe, I stared the display, wondering if somebody put shit in my coffee or not. No. It kept slaughtering. The blood, it was all there. This wasn't a nightmare. Oh, fuck me... I wish I payed attention to Sargent Sprinkles's stories, this time. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck...

I slapped myself. "You're a Soldier..." my own mind echoed.

Not wasting time, I quickly grabbed my Holotags off the table and ringed them around my neck. The magnetic sheath on my boot sparked as I slammed my standard-issue combat knife onto it, and I proceeded to clink and tap on every armor bar on my RIG Suit. My RIG was an upgraded, advanced Arctic EarthGov Soldier Suit, which they gave me when they assigned me to that damn snow planet. Either Sarge sincerely has plans for me there, or he just wants me to suffer- I didn't care at this point.  Activating the holo-display unit on my chest, I made a note of the time- nine thirty.  Scrambling about my suit, I holstered my Divet pistol, and entered the code to my weapons locker, grabbing my modified Pulse Rifle. As I was assigned as a "Pointman" for my Squad, my rifle had an under-barrel shotgun attachment, and a few special circuits I had built for it. My rifle was highly modified, and in secret: EarthGov would remove parts of me if they found out I was hacking my gun. But there is no way in Hell that I am ever going anywhere in this universe without these mods- They're what saved me back in my first detachment.

As I was a Soldier, I was also equipped with a lot of other little tidbits, such as a laser-pick and a small arc welder for making field welds. After affixing everything correctly, I turned to leave for the hangars- to try and get the Hell out of here as soon as I could- Before the bumping in the grates above me caught my attention...