Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160222012105/@comment-5543592-20160229205805

"It is not necessary." Zhang said in his slightly accented English. "This station boasts the latest advancement in repulsion technology.  There is a substance seperating the air of the station and the vaccuum of space.  Only solids can pass through it.  In short, the door is safe to open."

Byron might've muttered, "Sorcery."

The video slowly took shape, and was revealed to be footage of a very simple room, not unlike this one. Except, the room lacked any technology of the sort and was instead dedicated to building plans. On the table in the center of the room a schematic was sprawled out, and two engineers in labcoats stood over it, discussing in Chinese. It was a shame Zhang was not there, otherwise they'd know what was being said. The door at the back of the room, not visible from the camera, opened. The engineers looked up, then jumped, faces contorting in fear. A Stalker stepped into view, standing in all it's armored glory, plating detailed down to every muscle definition.

The Stalker surveyed the room slowly, swiveling it's head as if it didn't even see the engineers, before finally focusing on them. It's large size compared to their's was rather apparent. It's lanky body towered somewhere over 6 feet, topped with that peaked, fierce looking helmet. The engineers looked startled by the Stalker's entrance, but it's lack of action and humanoid form seemed to have set them at ease, as they gradually had relaxed, and just watched it warily now. That's when it struck. The Stalker stormed forward, feet moving with purpose, and grabbed one engineer by the throat, and lifted the man clear off the ground by it. Enginner kicked and squirmed but the Stalker didn't even struggle in the slightest to maintain it's grip. He then tossed the man across the room with force, and the engineer crashed into one of the station's steel walls before dropping limply to the ground. Blood had splattered where he impacted.

The second engineer screamed, a bone-chilling noise coming from a full grown man, and sprinted for the door. The Stalker was across the room in seemingly an instant, as if one step had put him into the engineer's past. The man ran smack into the Stalker's chest. The enginner immediately reeled backwards, but the Stalker seized him by the bi-ceps, long fingers wrapping around the man's arms. And pulled.

There was an aubible sound as muscle and sinew ripped, and the man's arms were pulled clear of bloody sockets. The Stalker casually tossed the bloody appendages aside. The now armless engineer stood there was a moment, face pale, white labcoat already staining a bright red. The amount of blood pouring from the man's shoulders was astonishing. Carter himself was a little surprised the human body contained so much blood. Then the engineer toppled, dropping into the already massing puddle of blood, and moved no further. It was unclear if the blood loss or shock had killed him first.

The Stalker then turned, frighteningly slow, and lifted it's head just slight so that it's faceless gaze locked on the camera. It stared into the lens for a full five seconds, before walking out of the room. The film simply showed more blood pooling from the two bodies, before cutting off when the station had lost power. The monitor cut back to a blank screen.

Carter said nothing, for a long while, just staring at the dark monitor.

"Be on your toes." He finally said. "And stay close no one wonder off.  If that is still on the station, we'll want to be prepared to face it."