::notthesameanymore::

They're all dead.

Everyone I knew on this ship is dead.

I still remember the horrifying metallic screech they cried as they killed my daughter.

We've had run-ins with Chuvelki before, but this... These aren't the same drugged tribals. They move with precision; cunning, even.

They coated the inside of the ship with a thick smoke- I could only listen in terror as my friends were murdered.

I ran into the supply closet, but I know they're still here. I can hear them breathe- they sound like someone dragging a knife on a piece of metal.

They know i'm in here now.

Everyone I've known is dead.

And if they aren't, they will be.

These monsters will insure that.

//R