#which i also havent done in a long while bc hnngh it's haard

[nemossubmarine]

Kill Team Campaign - Post-Mission log 3

“I got the control panel secured,” Snorri informed through his comm-link. “There was a mutated person here, but they left after that explosion.”

“We need you at the bridge,” came the voice of Rolf. “It seems the infected have left the ship.”

Snorri gave one longing look at the control panel. The creature had seemed to be in some kind of trance-like state as it had gazed upon it. It had hardly paid Snorri any attention. There must be some clues to the true nature of the infection left behind on it. Hopefully he’d have time to look into it.

Snorri sheathed his weapon, and made his way to the bridge, to a rather more chaotic scene. It was the stench that caught him off-guard. Its origin was not hard to decipher. Ivar was standing in the middle of the room, dripping with green and yellow substance, trying gingerly to get it off his hair.

“Snorri, see to Ivar, would you?” It was Rolf, who had knelt down next to Bear, who Snorri only now noticed, crumbled between the commander’s chair and a control panel.

“What happened to you?” Snorri asked, approaching Ivar, crinkling his nose at the smell assaulting his airways.

“It puked on me!” Ivar said, wiping vomit from his face.

“Interesting,” Snorri said. “Does anyone have a bottle or something?”

“I do,” came to voice from Uffe from the floor.

“You okay?” Snorri said, as he stretched out his arm to get the empty canteen Uffe offered.

“Yes.”

“At least he wasn’t puked on!” Ivar complained, as Snorri used a dagger from his belt to scrape some vomit off Ivar into the canteen.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Snorri said. “Maybe. It doesn’t look actively infected, though we should probably get you to a shower.”

Snorri glanced at his leader for confirmation, but Rolf did not notice. He had helped Bear to his feet and was now talking to him silently, a hand against Bear’s cheek and another feeling around for chinks in his armor that the mutants’ attacks had left. Bear meanwhile was looking into Rolf’s eyes, leaning against the touch, patiently letting Rolf check him over.

“Rolf?” Snorri asked.

Rolf tore his gaze from Bear, and looked over Ivar, now mostly cleaned.

“Yes. I think we better head back. I need to report to Miss Vhane. Uffe, are you in any condition to stay behind with Snorri?”

Uffe got up from the floor, grimacing slightly.

“Good enough.”

“What do you want me to do?” Snorri asked.

“Find out everything and anything you can about this infection. Full permission to break into ship logs if need be. I don’t think Elucia has been completely forthright with what went down here. We need to know what they are after.”

“Are they after anything?” Ivar asked. “They’re chaos infected.”

“They could have stayed behind and fought,” Rolf said. “But they left. They are after something, and I want to know what that something is, before any more people get hurt.”

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