Corruption and Change

[Zepphos]

Harrisson looked around. His men were in a state of panic around the bridge. The clanging on the door was deafening.

"What are you men doing?! This isn't a time to be cowering in the corner, unless you want the same fate as Fuller!"

He picked up the head from the floor and looked at the face. The look of terror was sickening. He had to look away.

"Get your arms at the ready! Concentrate all fire toward the door when it comes through!"

Harrisson stood resolute beside his chair. He wanted to break down and hide for his life, but his men deserved more than that from their leader in their final minutes. Harrisson knew he and all his men would die. They were not armed for combat, and he could not use the Naval marines for a mission like this. He knew they were doomed.

The clanging stopped. Everything went silent. Harrisson saw the confused faces on his men.

"Are they gone?"

Harrisson looked back at the door. It was dented beyond belief. It would take a few more hits, but they would definately get through soon. Why did it stop? It can't have given up... Then he heard the running.

"Get back in position!! Get ready to fi.."

BOOM

Harrisson saw it as if it was a bad dream. The door flew to the floor and slid to the side, revealing a hellish body of metal and skin, rolling across the bridge floor. Two more of these creatures entered the bridge, wielding cannons, picking off the Navy officers one by one. Each shot was followed by a flash of red as shards of metal ripped through the officers bodies, leaving them inert on the floor, in pools of their own blood.

Then Harrisson saw a third enter the bridge and head straight for him. He took a step back, unsure if it was an attempt to defend himself, or his cowardice was taking hold. Then he saw the face of the thing headed to him. He's knees buckled at the sight of the yellow eyes in the metal skull. His eyes were open just enough to see it reach out for him...

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Harrisson awoke in darkness. His thoughts roamed to the only thing possible, he was dead. Then he felt the restraints. Somehow, he wasn't dead... yet.

"Awake at last, are we?"

Harrisson tried to look around to see where the voice had come from. The restraints were too tight, however. He struggled a little and gave up. Then a window opened in front of him. Dark purple clouds dominated the scenery, except for a dark rock. This rock made Harrisson wretch and heave. He had been told about it. Rumours had been spread all around Sirius, all of them horrible to the point of sickening.

"Welcome to the Temple of the Revenant, Mr.Harrisson. You'll be staying here for quite some time."

Harrisson's eyes got a last look at the outside of the Temple, before he blacked out again...

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