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What?
Limp out, drag the unco[ncious fucks and loot them.
"Fucking...seal this place off from the rest of the ship, vent the rest."
Citotp is out of it, so you steal his cutting torch. It's not like he's gonna need it any time soon. The crew member you dismembered is slowly reaching consciousness, so you give him quick frisking before he notices anything. From his pockets you find a small disk, tied to his pants with a quick release lock and, well, that's about it.
"Yeah, I hear you. Initiating venting sequence."
Vent every part of the ship except for the one we're in. Make sure the one we're in is safe from the venting.
[Aux: 6+1] You briskly walk over to control panels, ignoring pain radiating from ankles with every step, and start checking through menus until you find one that controls loading doors to cargo holds. With a flick of finger and confirmation you open all four of them. From cameras on outside of hull you observe how those massive doors slowly open wide and a following rush of air sucking trash and bugs out. Moments later warnings aobut decompression pop up and various blast doors shut automatically, cutting cargo hold off from rest of the ship. You use your master password and remotely open door after door, ignoring decompression warnings until entire ship is exposed to hard vacuum (except the bridge).
Except life support; that place has fully autonomic system to protect it against loss of pressure. You grin and crack your fingers. No vexile will be spared from your wrath, no matter where they hide! You delve through menus, send commands through low level system windows, override multiple layers protection until you finally manage to take control of supposedly separate system. You let out triumphant "Ha!" and open the last door, dooming entire ship. A familiar calm voice speaks through ship speakers: "Permanent life support failure. Restoring atmosphere impossible"
> I suppose that solves the infestation problem. Now to next part, locating source of vexile mutation or origin of mutated vexiles if possible. After that I'm curious to see how you lot plan to reach the shuttle without breathing vacuum.The crew member laying abandonded on floor groans and opens his eyes.
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