Nemesis: Void Seeders

“Every spaceship has a voice; a melody of machinery and
subsystems its crew learns intimately during long travels. The problem
is, ever since the last mission our ship sounds WRONG. There’s something
foul in the way it’s speaking to us. Barely audible murmurs. Strange
whispers no machine could make. The dark corridors and vast halls almost
seem to SING.

Some of us have tried to locate sources of this interferences,
but they always seemed two steps ahead. Stalked by their never-ending
presence, we soon started cracking. Our engineer has cut some words on
his flesh. When we asked why, he replied:‘Incandescent secrets need to
be written in blood’. Then, our navigator took a spacewalk without her
suit. When we pulled her in, her entire face frozen and cracked, she
grinned in a way I will never forget.

Now, it got even worse. Noises turned into voices, sharing tales
of slaughter and terror. They do not run from us anymore. They encircle
us and herd us through the ship to some dark purpose. I need to
UNDERSTAND them before it’s too late. I put my hand on the pistol grip,
looking at the backs of my last two crewmembers. I see dark mysteries
swirling under their skulls. It would only take two bullet holes to
release them…”