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| - Below is a full transcript of the movie Dead Space: Downfall. The story and characters are copyrighted to EA Games. Transcript written by Haegemonia Alissa Vincent: My name is Alissa Vincent. I may be the sole survivor. We have encountered an alien life form; they have taken over the bodies of the crew. Alissa Vincent: The colony was lost. My team is dead. Alissa Vincent: It is my belief that the artifact we discovered on the surface is somehow responsible. Alissa Vincent: If you find this recording, the Ishimura and the artifact must be destroyed. {Camera begins looping} –must be destroyed. –must be destroyed. {Screen fades in. A gray planet with an asteroid belt comes into view. As the planet's sun rises over it, the words “PLANET AEGIS 7 CYGNUS SYSTEM” appear onscreen. The screen now cuts to a deep pit on the planet's surface, a ring of manmade structures surrounding it; the words “DEEP SPACE MINING COLONY AEGIS 7” appear. The camera finally cuts to three figures moving across the landscape, each wearing full RIGs. One member of the group opens up a holographic map, then flips up their visor, revealing the face of Jennifer Barrow} Jennifer Barrow: 30 meters; whatever it is, it's just up ahead. Male Surveyor #1: Any idea what “it” is? Jennifer Barrow: Not a clue; this planet is ripe with unusual seismic activity. Protocol says we're required to check it out, so we're checking it out. Male Surveyor #2: Alright, heads up; we've got a small impact crater ahead. Watch your footing. Jennifer Barrow: Toggle your flares. Jennifer Barrow: Let's take a look at what we're dealing with. Male Surveyor #1: There's something strange about these walls… There's evidence of chemical weathering. Male Surveyor #2: ...And there's symmetrical 45 degree scarring on these walls. Jennifer Barrow: Anyone else think these marks resemble the ones made by an E-34? Male Surveyor #1: Well, I would if we weren't several million light years from home on a previously unexplored rock. Jennifer Barrow: Yet, we have E-34 drag lines as well. Male Surveyor #2: Nobody's used an E-34 elephant drilling rig in over 150 years; hell, I've only seen them in books. Jennifer Barrow: I'm going to radio the colony; somebody's been messing around out here. Male Surveyor #1: …Jen, you're going to want to look at this. Jennifer Barrow: Oh, my god. We've got to call this in. Colony Communications Operator: This is Aegis colony, artifact discovered; could be a second Marker. Please advise. Unitologist Operative: Unitologist Church has been notified; they're awaiting specs. Colony Communications Operator: Earth, you should have an image. Files are uploaded. Unitologist Operative: My god, we've found it. Unitologist Operative: Launch of Ishimura on schedule; arrival on station, one month. Prepare the artifact for transfer to the ship. Colony Communications Operator: Artifact removed from discovery site. Strange interference generated. Unexplained violence reported among colonists; planet security handling it. Artifact is quarantined and ready for removal. Unitologist Operative: Acknowledged, Ishimura will be on station and ready for transport shortly. Our expert, Dr. Kyne, is aboard and will coordinate the experiments. Carthusian: Altman be praised. Alissa Vincent: That's odd. What the hell's been going wrong down there? Chic: Chief Vincent, your wanted on the bridge. Alissa Vincent: What's up? Chic: The Captain is ready to see you. Alissa Vincent: On my way. Audio off. {To herself} About fucking time. Alissa Vincent: Lights out. Colin Barrow: …So I tell her, artifact or not, in the grand scheme of things, we are all alone out here. Might be a long time ago the universe had all kinds of life, but now… Jackson: You know what I think? I think the thing is cursed; I mean look what's happened since they found it. Colin Barrow: I don't remember you getting paid to think, Jackson. Now go help secure those gravity tethers. We've got a whole operation waiting on this thing. Jackson: Someone or something put that thing here for a reason, that's all I know. Colin Barrow: It's a good thing no one asked you. Glenn: Come on, Colin, you telling me the thing ain't creeping the shit out of you? I mean, the suicides, the murders? Seems like everyone on this rock is losing their shit. Colin Barrow: This is deep space; weird shit happens. The faster we do our jobs, the faster we get home. Glenn: Your wife discovered it and she still has no theory about where it came from? Glenn: The Unitologists seem to have an idea that this is what created us, {he lets go of the rock and lets it fall to the ground} or something stupid like that. Colin Barrow: Jen is a geologist and a site surveyor, not an anthropologist, archaeologist, or Unitologist. Besides, she hasn't been well. That's more the reason to get this thing aboard and go home. Chic: {Via radio} What the hell is going on down there, Barrow? We've got a timeline and a planet to crack. Colin Barrow: Everything is fine, Ishimura; securing the last anchor now. We'll be moving out momentarily. Dr. Kyne: What secrets do you have for us? Nurse: {Via comlink} Dr. Kyne… You're needed in the med lab. Dr. Kyne: On the way. {The camera cuts to the Ishimura's bridge, where Captain Benjamin Matthius, First Officer White, and Second Officer Chic, as well as numerous other personnel oversee the final shipside preparations for the planetcrack} Captain Matthius: Steady now. Alissa Vincent: Captain. Captain Matthius: You wanted to see me? Alissa Vincent: As chief of security on this ship, I would like to severely protest bringing the artifact aboard. Captain Matthius: You have already made your protests heard, and I have already taken them into account, thank you. Alissa Vincent: Captain. Captain Matthius: You've given me the incident counts for the colony, and I say that this colony has been in operation for two and a half years. That much time in deep space is inherently dangerous, and the people attracted to this line of work are, too. Alissa Vincent: You're forgetting one thing, Captain: A spike in serious violent incidents have been reported over the last week. We pulled that thing up a week ago. Captain Matthius: I have my orders and you have yours. Alissa Vincent: Just tell me this: Why is this thing so important? Captain Matthius: Alissa, don't fight me on this. Once Kyne has studied the Marker, you can have your team run a full analysis. Alissa Vincent: {Saluting with middle finger} Yes, sir. Chic: Gravity tethers full tension and stable, Captain. White: All systems are go, sir. Captain Matthius: All right, Mr. White. Pop the cork. Leggio: I had to kill, you understand? They need bodies. They need us to turn. Nurse: All right, Mr. Leggio, sometimes the sedatives cause hallucinations. Just relax, okay? Dr. Kyne: Why is this man still awake? I told you to give him a sedative. Nurse: I did. 500 cc's, just like you ordered. He's fighting it. Leggio: You don't hear that? Oh my god, make it stop! Leggio: Kill me! Dr. Kyne: Nurse! Help me restrain him! Leggio: Kill me! Just fucking kill me! Dr. Kyne: Hold him still, nurse. Dr. Kyne: That should do it. Nurse: What the hell just happened? I've never seen someone resist a sedative of that quantity; it's not possible. Dr. Kyne: I have no idea. Two weeks ago, this man was healthy and mentally stable. Then, out of nowhere, he kills two members of his dig team. None of this makes much sense. Nurse: Some kind of toxin, maybe? Something in the colony? Dr. Kyne. Maybe. This rash of unusual cases coming from the planet puzzles me. I need full blood work done ASAP; check for anything and everything. Nurse: Yes doctor. Captain Matthius: Good work, people. She's coming up nicely. Captain Matthius: Normal, electromagnetic surges. The magnetic field of the planet is bleeding out. Captain Matthius: What's happening? Chic: I'm not sure. The entire system is rebooting. Alissa Vincent: Our power cores are shielded. Chic: Yes, I know. Another wave of disruption just broke from the surface and smacked into us. It's a temporary glitch, not an attack, Alissa. Down, girl. Alissa Vincent: Asshole. White: Break it up, you two. Captain Matthius: Chic, can you raise the colony? Chic: Well, things are choppy at best; we've lost 40% of the comlink signal. Captain Matthius: Can you isolate the problem? Chic: I've never seen interference like this. White: I have, when I was a pilot back Earth-side and my radar was being jammed. Chic:{Chortles} You think this is intentionally being directed at us? Alissa Vincent: That's a dead planet and we're the only people out here. How in the hell is something intentionally jamming us? White: I'm just saying what it looks like. It could just be excess magnetic feedback from the planet crack. Captain Matthius: Chic, get me Foreman Barrow. I want to know what's happening down there. Colin Barrow: Captain, I don't know if you can hear me, but we must have pulled too closely to the core; things are shaking like a mother down here. We've got heavy interference. Over. {Pauses} You reading me Ishimura? {Pauses once more} Nothing. Captain Matthius: {Via comlink, badly scrambled due to interference} Barrow, come in. Barrow! Barrow, this is the captain. Report in. Barrow. Glenn: The planet is pushing back. Colin Barrow: What? Glenn: Something I read about the danger of harvesting planets. Colin Barrow: You've got another line of work you're looking to get into? Glenn: It says the planet cracking procedure is extremely dangerous to the overall harmony of the universe. Colin Barrow: What a bunch of Unitologist bullshit. The only planets we ever found in all of space are dead; Earth was a fluke. Glenn: It's a ghost town in here... Where the hell is everybody? Colin Barrow: I'm going to check on Jen; catch you later. Colin Barrow: Jen? Where are you? Colin Barrow: What the fuck? These symbols are the same as… {He stops midsentence as he notices a strange crunching noise coming from deeper in the apartment. As he looks onward, Jennifer Barrow emerges listlessly from the darkness, dressed only in her undergarments, cut and bleeding while carrying a laser pick. The crunching noises are revealed to be emanating from her; she is walking atop the broken glass on the floor, seemingly oblivious to it cutting deeply into her feet. She stops before Colin and activates the laser pick} Colin Barrow: Honey, what are you doing? Jennifer Barrow: They want our bodies… {She digs her nails into her own arm and tears three deep cuts into it} This is mine- {She holds her blood soaked hand out in front of Colin} My flesh, my bone, and my blood. Colin Barrow: No! Colin Barrow: {Cradling Jen's corpse} No, no, no! Jen? Oh baby… {Tearfully} Fuck. Why? Jen… Dr. Kyne: My last analysis of the Marker suggests a psychosomatic energy field unlike anything I've ever seen. Captain Matthius: This interference in rising from the planet, the Marker's not the problem here. Dr. Kyne: I know, it- It's just… Captain Matthius: Just what, doctor? Dr. Kyne: Something's not right. Chic: Communications just came back up; I'm reacquiring the colony's signal. White: We're pulling scattershot low-res images from the personal cams. White: What the- Captain Matthius: Put it on the main monitors. Alissa Vincent: We need to send a security team down there now, captain! Female Officer: Captain! I'm getting multiple flat lines across the board! Dr. Kyne: Good god, they're being slaughtered. Captain Matthius: By what? Alissa Vincent: I'm going down there now. Captain Matthius: Not until I know what the hell is happening. Chic, get someone on the com; I want a sit-rep ASAP! Colin Barrow: Hold on, baby. We're going home. Chic: I've raised one of the dig crews. Male Colonist: Ishimura, can you hear us? Something's down here, killing everyone… My dig crew has changed… I think there's something down- Help us, god damn it! Alissa Vincent: This is Ishimura, we are reading you. Who is killing everyone? Male Colonist: Oh my god! Oh my god! Alissa Vincent: Dig team, come in. This is Ishimura, come in. Over. {To Chic} Start scanning frequencies. Alissa Vincent: Don't fuck with me right now! Get on the horn and get me the colony! Dr. Kyne: {Quietly, to Matthius} Captain, we need to call for help. We don't have the forces necessary to protect the ship. Captain Matthius: I don't need to remind you that this is a restricted system, and we're not supposed to be here. Dr. Kyne: You don't, but the circumstances have changed. Captain Matthius: My orders haven't. Dr. Kyne: Then at least let's contact the church, they must know about- Captain Matthius: About what? Dr. Kyne: The effects of the Marker are like nothing documented in the religious texts, and your crew is being wiped out as we speak. I have a feeling that we at least have something very dangerous down there, and we need guidance. Captain Mathius: Do you think they know? Dr. Kyne: Who? Captain Matthius: The crew. Dr. Kyne: Most of the key officers are sympathetic to the church, maybe a third of the crew are with the church. Why? Captain Matthius: We're going to abandon the colony and return the Marker to Earth. It's the only thing to do. I cannot afford a mutiny on my ship. Alissa Vincent: {To Matthius} Sir, I need to take a team down there. At the very least we need to know what we're dealing with. Captain Matthius: Denied. No one is allowed on or off the colony. Alissa Vincent: You're condemning innocent people! Captain Matthius: You want me to put the entire ship at risk? Is that your brilliant idea? Chic: Captain Matthius, we've got an incoming shuttle! Just picked her up on radar, she's close. Captain Matthius: Lock the bay doors on every level. Alissa Vincent: They're survivors; maybe they can tell us what's happening down there. Captain Matthius: Do what I say, and do it now. Chic: {Via comlink} Shuttle seven, this is the Ishimura. You are ordered to return to the surface immediately. Do you read me? You cannot land on board the Ishimura. Over. Colin Barrow: Fuck you, Ishimura! Landing, crashing, or shot down; pick one. But there's no way in hell we're going back! Chic: Captain, the shuttle just slipped through Bay 17 before we could secure the doors! Captain Matthius: {To Alissa} Get down there now, arrest everyone on board that shuttle and quarantine them! Alissa Vincent: You sure you don't want me to shoot them first? {The camera now cuts as Alissa leads her security team towards the shuttle. The team consists of Ramirez, Dobbs, Shen, Pendleton, and Hanson. Upon arriving at the shuttle, they form a half circle perimeter around the entry and close in} Alissa Vincent: Eyes up, people. Hanson: What exactly are we dealing with here, Vincent? Alissa Vincent: Asked if I had a fucking clue. Shen: Clear right. Dobbs: Clear left. Ramirez: Jesus, what the hell happened here? Dobbs: There's a hell of a lot of blood, but no bodies. Shen: Sounds like one of your parties. Dobbs: Or your sex life. Alissa Vincent: Cut the chatter, people. This thing didn't crash itself. Pendleton: If someone was piloting this bird, they ain't here. Alissa Vincent: Blood trails. Someone got off this shuttle… Ramirez: Where the hell are they? Alissa Vincent: We're moving out. Leggio: No. No. {A chittering noise is heard as several Infectors come into view, setting about converting the corpses in the room into Necromorphs. As several of the newly-created Slashers notice Leggio, he attempts to flee, but is impaled on the claw of a Pregnant which had come up behind him, who then tosses his dead body to the floor} Dr. Kyne: You don't look well. Chic: Vincent's team has secured the dock; there's no sign of the shuttle crew. They're beginning a search of the ship and… Captain Matthius: And what? Chic: We've lost all contact with the colony. Captain Matthius: {To Kyne} I want you to check on the artifact. Make sure it's secure. Dr. Kyne: We are in over our heads. You need to contact Earth and find out what our next course of action should be. Captain Matthius: I think this is a test of our faith… Dr. Kyne: What? Captain Matthius: Nothing. Just get down there doctor. Security Team Leader: Get back to your stations. Male Unitologist: We have a right to see it! Female Unitologist: You can't lock it away, it's a holy relic. We have the right! Dr. Kyne: Clear this area immediately! This is a secure area and Captain Matthius wants the artifact left alone. Samuel Irons: Excuse me; I'd like to talk to them. I- I think I can help. Security Team Leader: Who are you? Samuel Irons: Samuel Irons, Engineering Specialist. Security Team Leader: Are you a rock worshiper, too, Irons? Samuel Irons: It might be useful having one of their own speaking to them; your presence may be misinterpreted as hostile. Security Team Leader: This is me being cordial. {Points his Divet directly at Iron's chest} You want to see hostile? Dr. Kyne: Let the man speak with them. 'Security Team Leader: {To Irons} All right, play the pied piper and lead the flock out of here before someone gets their nuts stomped on. Samuel Irons: Thank you. {Turns around and addresses crowd} Brothers and sisters, there will be plenty of time to observe the holy relic when we return to Earth. The Church first must interpret the markings if we are to be enlightened by their words; interfering with the captain's orders will not help resolve our current crisis. Right now we must pray for our fellow pilgrims on the surface of the planet whose lives may be in danger. Set the example that we Unitologists are not hysterical fanatics. We respect the orders of our captain. Samuel Irons: {To Kyne} See? They are reasonable people when not confronted with violence and threats of arrest. Oh, perhaps in light of my help… {Gestures towards the Marker} Dr. Kyne: You'll get your chance to see it in due time. Samuel Irons: I understand. Ramirez: What the fuck is going on? Shen: I count fifteen sets of footprints, give or take. Alissa Vincent: The log says there were twenty corpse set for cryo-storage. Hanson: Maybe they had a miraculous recovery. Dobbs: Here's a crazy idea. Shen: Don't say it, Dobbs. Dobbs: Hey, I don't mind shooting the living dead as long as I get to shoot something. Pendleton: I've got one. Dobbs: I'm not doctor, but it looks like something's been chewing on him. Pendleton: This shit gets weirder by the second. Dobbs: Sounds like a date with Shen. Shen: Fuck you, rookie. Hanson: Has it occurred to you jokers that whatever did this could still be in here? Alissa Vincent: I'm going to call this in. Stay sharp. {On radio} Security Chief Vincent to bridge, come in bridge. Over. Captain Matthius: {Via comlink} This is Captain Matthius. Give me a sit-rep Vincent. Alissa Vincent: Dobbs, look out! {Dobbs turns and comes face to face with the creature, which throws him across the room and leaps onto him. It bites and tears off a large chunk of his hand before its jaws clamp down on Dobbs chest} Captain Matthius: {Via comlink} Vincent! Vincent! What's happening!? Dobbs: Ah, get him off! Alissa Vincent: {Attempting to pull the creature off Dobbs} Give me a hand, god damn it! {Shen and Pendleton run over to assist Alissa and together the three manage to tear the creature off Dobbs. The Slasher, however, quickly rights itself and leaps all over the room before leaping onto and pinning Hanson while attempting to bite him} Hanson: Shoot this fuck! Alissa Vincent: Hold your fire! Captain Matthius: {Via comlink} Vincent, report! Shen: Dobbs is dying! We've got to stop the bleeding! Captain Matthius: {Via comlink} Damn it, Vincent, what is going on? Alissa Vincent: I've got a man down; we're in the morgue, A Deck. We were attacked by something not sure what. Shit, Shen, look out! {Another Slasher has entered the morgue, this Slasher having once been the Nurse, which now proceeds to attack Shen. Before it can reach her, however, the team opens fire on it, killing it} Ramirez: What the fuck was that? Shen: I don't know. Fuck this shit; let's get the fuck out of here. Pendleton: Man up Shen, you got a job to do. Shen: Dobbs is fucking dead! Alissa Vincent: Get a hold of yourselves. Whatever these things are, they are loose on the ship. Secure this room and get ready to move. Alissa Vincent: {Via comlink} Vincent to bridge. Over. Captain Matthius: I want a report, Vincent. Alissa Vincent: {Via comlink} Something's going on sir. Something alien is attacking us. Dr. Kyne: We need to talk. Captain Matthius: Not now. Dr. Kyne: Captain, whatever was on the planet has made it aboard ship, and it's somehow connected to the Marker. I think the Church may have been mistaken… Female Officer: Sir, I just lost telemetry on ten crew members- Five more just flat lined. Captain Matthius: Where are they? Female Officer: Mess hall, A Deck. Captain Matthius: Get me a visual. Captain Matthius: Sound the alarm! Captain Matthius: Vincent, get your team to A Deck mess hall on the double. Alissa Vincent: On our way. {To team} Get full mags in those weapons; I think we're about to walk into a world of shit. Ramirez: Jeez, Shen. Hanson: Over there! {Moving around the corner, the team discovers the Necromorphs putting the corpses in a large pile as well as further mutilating some of said corpses} Alissa Vincent: Get ready to fire on my command. Alissa Vincent: Fire! Ramirez: Holy shit. {Looks at Pendleton's corpse} Pendleton… Alissa Vincent: {To Irons} Who are you? Samuel Irons: Samuel Irons, mechanic's division. Alissa Vincent: Thanks for the assist, Irons. Samuel Irons: No problem. These things seem to handle bullets just fine, but a couple of rips from this bad boy {raises Plasma Saw} and they don't get up. Ramirez: We've noticed. Alissa Vincent: Where'd you get that? Samuel Irons: There's a store room down the hall; I busted open a crate. It was a divine discovery at a time like this {Irons clasps his Marker pendant in his fingers}, don't you think? Ramirez: Aw, shit. You another Unitologist? Alissa Vincent: Shut it. Ramirez, Shen, go grab us some weapons. Alissa Vincent: Bridge, this is Vincent, come in. Over. Shit. Com is down. Hanson: I think we should consider abandoning ship; if these things have spread, there's no stopping them. Alissa Vincent: Our job is the safety of the crew. The way I see it, we have two options: Fight or die. We don't have the luxury of running. Alissa Vincent: {Addressing the group} I've lost contact with the bridge; we're going to head there now. Anything gets in our way, cut first, ask questions later. Got it? Ramirez, Shen, Hanson, and Samuel Irons: {In unison} Got it. White: Sir, systems are failing all over the ship. Shipboard communication is all but down. Captain Matthius: Plot a course for Earth; we're getting the hell out of here. White: What? Captain Matthius: Lock down any sections of the ship affected by this disturbance. I want it contained, do you understand? We have to get the artifact home. That is our only mission now. Dr. Kyne: Captain, listen to me. We're not in control anymore. I'm not sure we ever were. Captain Matthius: What are you talking about? Dr. Kyne: The artifact, the mission; it's a trap, it has to be. We've brought something aboard that we didn't fully understand, something alien, and it's trying to kill us. We cannot bring the artifact to Earth. Captain Matthius: Have you lost your mind, Doctor? The holy artifact must be delivered to the Church if humanity is to be delivered into the welcome arms of the universal awakening! Dr. Kyne: Keep your voice down. Captain Matthius: Don't tell me what to do, I'm the captain. This is my ship! Dr. Kyne: You are being irrational; people are dying. We are all in danger! Captain Matthius: The faithless want to destroy the artifact because they fear it. I won't allow it, Kyne, I will not allow it! Dr. Kyne: The Marker is making us paranoid and delusional; it's the only explanation for the irrational behavior that has been plaguing the colony, the crew, and now the officers. Captain Matthius: This is not irrational, Doctor, this is religious persecution; and I'm not going to allow you or anyone else to destroy the artifact. White, have the Doctor restrained! White: Sir, he's right. Captain Matthius: He's speaking heresy! He's a spy, planted on my ship to destroy any hope we have of transcending death. White: You need to calm down. Captain Matthius: I gave you an order, Mr. White! Chic: Nobody cares if you're a Uni, Cap. We just want to get out of this alive! Captain Matthius: What is that supposed to mean? Dr. Kyne: Captain, please. Let me give you a sedative. Captain Matthius: Wait a minute… You- You're all with him. He's going to poison me, isn't he? Chic: Fuck this, he's lost it! Captain Matthius: You'll all be arrested for mutiny! White: He's out of his mind, Kyne. Give him something. Matthius: Get your filthy- Get off of me! We have to bring the artifact back to Earth. The Church needs it. Kyne, you traitor! You're one of us; you were sent here by the Church, specifically, to retrieve the Marker. Just like me! You bastard! Dr. Kyne: This is a sedative. Don't fight us; it's for your own good. Captain Matthius: Bastard! Get away from me. Dr. Kyne: Hold his head. Chic: I'm trying! Dr. Kyne: My god. White: Is he… Dr. Kyne: The sedative must have punctured his brain. White: You killed him, Doc. {looks to the crew} You all saw it; he killed the Captain. Dr. Kyne: It was an accident. White: Arrest the doctor. Female Officer: Launch sequence for escape procedure's initiated. White: Who is doing this? Chic: I don't know. Female Officer: Shuttles one through twenty-five have launched. Chic: The shuttles are all empty. Dr. Kyne: {To himself} There is only one thing left to do. White: Stop the launches! Chic: I'm trying. Female Officer: Shuttles twenty-six through fifty have launched. Chic: That's all of them. All emergency shuttles are gone. Alissa Vincent: We need another way up to the bridge. Ramirez: If there still is a bridge. Samuel Irons: There's a utility lift ahead; we could move up to hydroponics and cross to the bridge from there. {The team runs through the doorway and Irons closes it, the door slicing Slasher in half. The group moves to the elevator doors ahead, as the Slashers tear through the door behind them. As the Necromorphs come closer, Irons attempts to open the next door; however, the keypad is not accepting his passcode} Alissa Vincent: Some time today! Samuel Irons: I got it. Alissa Vincent: Get inside! Ramirez, slow them down. Ramirez: I'm out. Ramirez: Hanson, come on! Alissa Vincent: {To Hanson} What happened back there? Hanson: I don't know what you mean. Alissa Vincent: You froze up. Do I need to worry about you, Hanson? Ramirez: You falling apart on us, Sarge? Maybe Irons here can sign you up with the Unitologists; they seem pretty at peace with this bullshit. Hanson: I'm okay; mind your own fucking business. Alissa Vincent: Seems quiet enough. Ramirez: Famous last words. Alissa Vincent: One way to find out. Move out. Alissa Vincent: We're not far. {As they continue onwards, the group members grow increasingly nervous, with Hanson particularly so. He begins to move further and further away from the group, moving erratically, fearing attack from every direction. Ramirez, meanwhile, watches the group's flank, but leaps when he bumps into something; thankfully, it turns out to be Alissa, who gives him a wink. She then turns and begins watching the estranged Hanson} Hanson: {Whispering} It's okay, it's okay. Alissa Vincent: {To Ramirez} Keep an eye on Hanson. Hanson: You can handle it together. Come on, come on. Alissa Vincent: Shut the fuck up, Hanson. We don't need any attention right now. Hanson: Fuck you, Vincent! This is your fault! Hanson: You've killed us, you fuck! We're all dead. Ramirez: Hanson, shut your fucking mouth. Shen: You've clocked out, man. Pull it together. Hanson: They want our bodies… And they're going to get them. {Shen notices a trail of slime leading away from where she tackled Hanson to the ground. Hanson begins laughing manically} Shen: What the- {As Shen's gaze follows the trail, a Pregnant leaps out from behind a growing pod. Shen immediately springs to her feet and charges the beast with her Plasma Saw} Ramirez: Shen! Shen: {Punting the Slasher's head away} Yah! Shen: These guys ain't that tough. Alissa Vincent: Shen! Ramirez: Sorry, boss. I wasn't fast enough… Alissa Vincent: Not your fault. Samuel Irons: They turn us on ourselves; if they don't kill us all, we will kill ourselves. Alissa Vincent: Let's go. Chic: The captain's body is secure in the morgue. What do we do now? White: The captain's dead… We lost control of the ship… No escape shuttles… Communication array's been incapacitated… There's no way of contacting home. It's only a matter of time until those things reach us. {Looks at a video feed of the Marker} All for a fool's errand. Chic: Can they get through? White: Probably. Alissa Vincent: You guys expecting someone else? Chic: You're a sight for sore eyes. Alissa Vincent: Is that a compliment? Now I know things are fucked up. Where's the captain? White: He's dead. Kyne killed him. It could have been an accident… Well, it doesn't really matter. Alissa Vincent: What's the ship status? White: I was hoping you'd tell us. Chic: Communication has been shit since the crack; we're not really sure what's been going on. Alissa Vincent: Most of my team was lost, I haven't been able to raise any other squads. These fuckers are mean, but they're beatable. White: {Laughs uneasily} Don't you see? It's over. Alissa Vincent: Ain't nothing over. There are still people out there fighting to survive. It's our job to help them survive this, or die trying. You're an officer for Christ's sake. Do your job. White: Oh, what now? Chic: The guidance computers are losing power. White: Can you fix it? Chic: The computer core mainframes are on D Level; whatever's doing it is down there. Alissa Vincent: Can you get me an image? Chic: Seems like the link is still intact. Alissa Vincent: It's Kyne. Chic: What the hell is he doing? Alissa Vincent: {To White} What happens if those computers go down? White: The engines will stop firing correctly. The weight of the rock we're hauling, combined with the planet's gravity, will cause the ship to fall out of orbit; we'll basically just crash back into the planet. Alissa Vincent: He's trying to scuttle the ship. We've got to stop him. White: That's suicide, you'll never make it! Alissa Vincent: I told you: We either save these people, or we die trying. Ramirez: You hear that? Alissa Vincent: Yeah. Unknown Woman: {In the distance, sobbing} Help. Please. Please. Please. Unknown Man: {In the distance} Help! Help! Alissa Vincent: There are people trapped somewhere- Irons, you know where this vent leads? Samuel Irons: This is the main cooling duct for the personnel barracks. Alissa Vincent: Okay, we're going to get these guys out of here. Ramirez: What about Kyne? Alissa Vincent: We'll get to him; these people need our help. Come on. {As Alissa leads the group to the trapped people, the camera cuts to the scene inside the barracks, where a number of the ship's science team has taken shelter. The door of the room is being pounded repeatedly by something outside. A pair of blades slip between the door cracks, and rends the door open slightly, revealing several Slashers, causing the science team members to panic. Meanwhile, Alissa watches the Slashers from behind a corner of a hallway outside the room} Alissa Vincent: We need a diversion. I'll get their attention and lead them away from the hatch; you two enter the cooling vent and get the survivors moving towards the bridge. Samuel Irons: No. I'll get their attention. You two get those guys out. Alissa Vincent: No time to be a hero. Samuel Irons: I'm not a hero- Just a man. {Irons engages his weapon and moves out from cover, towards the beasts, clasping his pendant. As he moves closer, Vincent and Ramirez enter the air ducts and move crawl towards the barracks. Irons whistles, attracting the attention of the slashers, who now charge him. Kissing his pendant, Irons runs at the creatures and begins cutting into them with his Saw. Inside, Alissa kicks out the vent covering and enters the barracks, startling several of the scientists} Alissa Vincent: We're here to help, come on. Alissa Vincent: Come on, we've got to move quickly. Alissa Vincent: You got a boyfriend? Alissa Vincent: You want to see him again, right? Unknown Female Scientist: {Nodding her head} Mm-hmm. Alissa Vincent: Good girl. Samuel Irons: Must have faith… Alissa Vincent: Where's Irons? Samuel Irons: Holy creatures, transform me into your humble servant. Show me the path to enlightenment as you alter my flesh and free my soul. Alissa Vincent: So that's how they work… Let's go. Ramirez: Shit. Alissa Vincent: Shh… They haven't seen us yet. The entrance to the computer core should be up ahead. {The two run across the open area to the mainframe doors and Alissa immediately inputs the passcode into the keypad there, however, the system rejects the code} Alissa Vincent: We've got a problem here. Ramirez: Hmm… The lock's been disabled from the inside. Alissa Vincent: Kyne. Ramirez: I can bypass it. I need some time. Alissa Vincent: We don't have time. Ramirez: Hey Vincent, you know why I really took this job? Alissa Vincent: You can tell me later. Ramirez: My old man always said I was chicken shit. He wanted me to join the service, but I wasn't big on the idea of getting my ass shot off in some war zone back home. Alissa Vincent: Ramirez, they're getting closer. Give me the all hope is lost speech another time. Ramirez: I've always been afraid of getting into a fight. Can you believe that? Alissa Vincent: Ramirez, I swear I'll… Ramirez: I guess it makes sense as to why I took a security job, you know? Badge and a gun pretty much makes it easy not to get into a fight. Alissa Vincent: Will you shut the fuck up and open that door? Ramirez: It wasn't until all of this shit went down that I realized it ain't like my old man says. I'm not a coward- Ramirez: I just don't like confrontation. Alissa Vincent: Yeah, that's great, let's go. Ramirez: {In a shaky tone} I'm losing it, Alissa. They're in my head, and I want to hurt you. Alissa Vincent: What the- What are you doing? Ramirez: The door won't hold them for long. I'm giving you a head start. Alissa Vincent: Knock it off, they'll kill you! Ramirez: It's been an honour to serve with you, boss. {'Ramirez crosses two of the wires and the door slams shut. As Alissa pushes herself against the door, Ramirez can be heard screaming briefly on the other side, before being silenced} Alissa Vincent: Ramirez… You stupid bastard. Female Voice: Warning, orbital integrity compromised. Planet fall estimated in three hours. Alissa Vincent: Get away from that control panel, Doctor. Dr. Kyne: Alissa? I'm doing what has to be done. The Marker must not return to Earth… Alissa Vincent: So you're going to kill us all instead. Dr. Kyne: We have been deceived into believing there are space gods; Unitology is a lie. That is the mechanism of their control, the lies that brought us here under false pretenses. Alissa Vincent: Get out of my way! Dr. Kyne: You don't understand! This is an infection designed to take over our entire race; it will do anything it can to spread, anything! Dr. Kyne: No… Alissa Vincent: An infection can be stopped. Dr. Kyne: Defiant to the end; I wouldn't expect anything less from you Alissa. A good soldier never admits defeat, even when it's staring you in the face. Female Voice: Guidance system offline. Access denied. Guidance system offline. Access denied. Alissa Vincent: What's the access code? Kyne. Kyne! Alissa Vincent: Bridge. Are you there bridge? This is Alissa Vincent. If you can hear me, stabilizers are back online, but we need to move farther away from the planet. {Pauses} White? Chic? Anybody. {Sighs in defeat} Looks like I'm hoofing it. Alissa Vincent: Great. Alissa Vincent: What's wrong? I'm right here! {Gesturing to the Marker as she backs up against it} You can't get close to it, can you? This is what kept you sealed up in that god forsaken rock. {Letting herself fall to the ground, Alissa leans against the Marker and folds her arms. As she stares out into the mass of Necromorphs, she passes out} Apparition: Vincent. Vincent. Boss, you got to wake up. There's one more thing you got to do. Finish the job. Save the ship. Alissa Vincent: How? Alissa Vincent: My name is Alissa Vincent. I was- am the security chief on board the Ishimura. I may be the sole survivor. We encountered an alien life form, they have taken over the bodies of the crew. The colony was lost. My team is dead. The Ishimura is under their control. It is my belief that the artifact we discovered on the surface is somehow responsible. It has… Driven us mad. Turned us against each other. If you find this recording, the Ishimura and the artifact must be destroyed. {Tears begin to well up in her eyes and fall down her face} Tell those on Earth that many people fought and died bravely. Don't let us be forgotten. This is Chief Alissa Vincent signing off. {The recorder shuts down as the video log completes. A message on the screen indicates the file has been uploaded to the emergency beacon on the shuttle. Standing up, she types a final command into the computer, beginning the venting sequence}. Female Voice: Venting sequence initiated. Warning, venting in twenty seconds. Alissa Vincent: Here we go. Man on Radio: Ishimura, this is the Kellion. What is your status? Over. Man on Radio: Ishimura, come in, over. Is anybody there? Man on Radio: Ishimura, are you reading? Man on Radio: Ishimura, prepare to be boarded.
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