Domitoris Awakening Chapter 5

This is a[b] fanfiction[/b]. Takes place during the tail end of the Golden Age, follows a certain "Exo" named Ithamar. This is chapter number [b]5 (Five)[/b], and there are past chapters to catch you up so speed on where and what is happening if your interested. Domitoris Awakening Chapter 5 No Place Like Home… [b]Meteor Base, XXXX Location unknown[/b] Our approach to the base was slow; avoiding obstacles and debris from the destruction of the air field wasn’t easy. Weaving around pieces of large rock, supply crates, equipment, interior furnishings, and cold corpses floating through space, we attempted to communicate with Wess, but it was to no avail. We could tell that the artificial gravity was off on the airfield by the fact that most of the exterior equipment and vehicles were now floating in space around us. “We have to touch down,” John said. “We need to get inside and locate Wess.” “May lose the ship when you do,” Max said. “No gravity to hold it down means that it many very well drift off into space.” “We have underground hangers we can acquire a better ship from,” Charles remarked. “This one’s use is almost up.” The airfield was void of any signs of life, it was apparent that a small skirmish took place on the surface, based off the three craters from ordinance having been set off and bullet riddled buildings. Two of the hangers had their doors wide open; one possessed scorch marks from where it had been set on fire at one time. The pyramid looking device was in shambles; only a small portion of its base was left behind. Both water storage units were missing and the ware house buildings roof was gone. We touched down on the airstrip, discovering that the artificial atmosphere was no longer on as well. “Better get a breather mask John,” Henry said. “Looks like the artificial gravity isn’t the only thing turned off.” Henry helped John put his mask on. “Shoo-Lawn Inc.,” Henry said, looking at the manufactures mark on the mask. “They make everything these days…” “I hate these things,” John said. “They make me claustrophobic.” We quickly disembarked the escape ship as the door opened at the back. When Jk-Bx (the last one out) touched down, the space craft slowly began to drift off the meteor’s runway. “Well, there goes our ride.” Max remarked. “To the elevator; double time fellas.” John ordered. We all sprinted to the administration building and found our way to the door that led to the elevator. As we got the door open, we found that the elevator had gone down, but as we looked at the guiding channels for the gears of the elevator, it became clear it was no longer in use; someone had blasted the track to pieces that the elevator traveled on and thus the elevator was unusable. “What the heck do we do now?” Max asked. “How are we supposed to get down there?” “Jump,” I said, stepping through the door way and jumping. “Gravity seems to be working in the shaft for some odd reason.” “Good enough for me,” Max said. “Geronimo!” Jk-Bx yelled as he jumped behind me. “Bonsai!” Bm-Bx said as he did a dive off of the edge. I landed with a loud clank on top of the metal elevator; Jk-Bx landed behind me with a light clank. Bm-Bx on the other hand…came screaming down in his dive formation and landed on his face. “Ouch,” Bm-Bx groaned, face down in the elevator. “*muffled* Why did I do that?” John decided to, instead of jumping like the rest of us, rappelled down the side of the shaft. “Wish I could do that,” John said. “But I’d be a mess when I hit the bottom.” We went through an emergency hatch to reach the doors below. “Dang,” Jk-Bx said. “The doors sealed by a triple codex with a F.O.G. software fire-wall.” “Phfft,” Bm-Bx huffed and waved his hand. “A walk in the park, come on.” “It’s difficult,” Jk-Bx said, using his left index finger to plug into the computer terminal in the elevator. “So may numbers and letters. It’s very difficult…but that’s okay, I was in three seconds ago.” The doors slid open revealing the security desk directly in front of us. A guard was stationed behind it, but judging by the blood splatter on the wall behind him and the fact that he was missing his head, I’d say he was no longer on duty. “Power is still on down here,” Charles said. “Gravity is on in the shaft and underground in seems,” Cicatrix said. “Yeah,” John said, taking off his mask and inhaling deeply. “Now we better find Wess and Julia before we do much else.” “Where do we go from here?” Max asked. “First we fined Wess,” John said. “Then we get to the armory; after that, we try and make contact with command again. Other than that, sit tight and pray for the best.” “Ha, you said ‘pray,’” Cicatrix laughed. “Like that does anyone any good.” John ignored Cicatrixs’ remark and led us to a location where a panic room was supposedly built in secret. As we passed through the metal/stone hallways and passed over the grated floors, we found more bodies, or at least what were once were bodies. Blood trails and signs of small arms fire were written all over the hallways, rooms we glanced into as we passed by, and even on ceilings. “What the HECK, happened here?” Max asked. “It looks like a massacre happened here; there’s literally blood all over the place! Vents, ceiling, floor, lockers, closet's, and God knows where else…” “I don’t know,” Charles remarked. We hadn’t been walking to long when John stopped at a security door and attempted to enter a code to get us in. “May take me a minute,” John began. “Seems our security network here went on red alert and has been changing the code once every hour.” “I wonder how many there were that attacked,” Max said. “Lots of gunfire went on in these halls…” “But a lot of the corpses show signs of close proximity kills,” Charles said, as he knelt down to a body. “Looks like claws or talons; what do you make of it Henry?” Henry knelt down to Charles level. Slowly moving the body around, Henry studied it closely and thought carefully about his analysis of the bodies that were strewn throughout the passage ways. “Why don’t you just scan them?” Jk-Bx asked. “Much faster if you’d ask me...” “Call me old fashioned, but I like doing some things the ‘old fashioned way,’” Henry began. “Yes, some of these wounds appear to be claw or blade marks. (moves over to another corpse) This one was cut by some kind of large blade, a sword I’d say, but I don’t know entirely what a wound from a sword would look like. Many of the incisions and lacerations are deep, lethal enough to cause a person to bleed to death in minutes without proper medical attention; not all the injuries are from sharp, but dull blades. *points to another body* She died from trauma to the head; judging from the indentation on her head, something like a club was used on her…but the indentation looks something like a fist, a very boney fist. The man beside her suffered some kind of gunshot wound; an arc burn of some kind on his lower and upper torso.” As Henry got up and walked over towards a corpse lying on its stomach, John informed us that he was almost done. “Based on these facts, I can say,” Henry began, as he rolled the corpse lying on its stomach, but stopped and stepped back from what he saw. “What is it?” Max asked. Walking up nest to Henry and peering over his shoulder. “What the…” The body's face mas mostly torn off and the chest was fractured and ripped open; the stomach was eaten out and not many organs remained inside. The body was also surrounded by a thin, acidic, black liquid on the ground… [b]Continued below[/b]