Dead Space: Downfall Page #2

- What?

Something I read about the danger

of harvesting planets.

You got another line of work

you're looking to get into?

It says that the planet cracking procedure

is extremely dangerous

to the overall harmony of the universe.

What a bunch of Unitologist bullshit.

The only planets we ever found

in all of space are dead.

Earth was a fluke.

It's a ghost town in here.

Where the hell is everybody?

I'm going to check on Jen.

Catch you later.

Jen?

Where are you?

What the f***?

These symbols are the same as...

Honey, what are you doing?

They want our bodies.

This is mine...

my flesh, my bone, and my blood.

No!

No, no, no!

Jen?

Oh, baby.

F***. Why?

Jen.

My last analysis of the Marker

suggests a psychosomatic energy field

unlike anything I've ever seen.

This interference is rising from the planet.

The Marker's not the problem here.

I know, it... it's just...

Just what, Doctor?

Something's not right.

Communications just came back up.

I'm reacquiring the colony's signal.

We're pulling scattershot low-res images

from the personal cams.

What the...

Put it on the main monitors.

We need to send a security team

down there now, Captain.

Captain, I'm getting

multiple flat lines across the board.

Good God,

they're being slaughtered.

- By what?

- I'm going down there now.

Not until I know what the hell is happening.

Chic, get someone on the com.

I want a sit-rep ASAP.

Hold on, baby.

We're going home.

I've raised one of the dig crews.

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!

This is Ishimura.

We are reading you.

Who is killing everyone?

- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Dig team, come in.

This is Ishimura, come in. Over.

Start scanning frequencies.

Don't f*** with me right now.

Get on the horn and get me the colony.

Captain, we need to call for help.

We don't have the forces

to protect the ship.

I don't need to remind you

that this is a restricted system,

and we're not supposed to be here.

You don't.

But the circumstances have changed.

My orders haven't.

Then at least let's contact the church.

- They must know about...

- About what?

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 have at least

something very dangerous down there,

and we need guidance.

- Do you think they know?

- Who?

The crew.

Most of the key officers

are sympathetic to the church.

Maybe a third of the crew

are with the church. Why?

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.

Sir, I need to take a team down there.

At the very least we need to know

what we're dealing with.

Denied. No one is allowed

on or off the colony.

You're condemning innocent people.

You want me to put the entire ship at risk?

Is that your brilliant idea?

Captain Matthius,

we've got an incoming shuttle.

Just picked her up on radar.

She's close.

Lock the bay doors on every level.

They're survivors.

Maybe they can tell us

what's happening down there.

Do what I say, and do it now.

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.

- F*** you, Ishimura.

Landing, crashing, or shot down.

Pick one.

But there's no way in hell we're going back.

Captain, the shuttle just

slipped through Bay 17

before we could secure the doors.

Get down there now.

Arrest everyone on board that shuttle

and quarantine them.

You sure you don't want me

to shoot them first?

Eyes up, people.

What exactly are we

dealing with here, Vincent?

Asked as if I had a f***ing clue.

Clear right.

Clear left.

Jesus, what the hell happened here?

There's a hell of a lot of blood,

but no bodies.

Sounds like one of your parties.

Or your sex life.

Cut the chatter, people.

This thing didn't crash itself.

If someone was piloting this bird,

they ain't here.

Blood trails.

Someone got off this shuttle.

Where the hell are they?

We're moving out.

No. No.

You don't look well.

Vincent's team has secured the dock.

There's no sign of the shuttle crew.

They're beginning a search of the ship.

- And...

- And what?

We've lost all contact with the colony.

I want you to check on the artifact.

Make sure it's secure.

We are in over our heads.

You need to contact Earth and find out

what our next course of action should be.

I think this is a test of our faith.

What?

Nothing.

Just get down there, Doctor.

Get back to your stations.

We have a right to see it.

You can't lock it away.

It's a holy relic.

We have the right.

Clear this area immediately.

This is a secure area,

and Captain Matthius

wants the artifact left alone.

Excuse me.

I'd like to talk to them.

l... I think I can help.

Who are you?

Samuel Irons, Engineering Specialist.

Are you a rock worshiper, too, Irons?

It may be useful to have

one of their own speaking to them.

Your presence might be

misinterpreted as hostile.

This is me being cordial.

You want to see hostile?

Let the man speak with them.

All right, play the piper

and lead the flock out of here

before someone gets

their nuts stomped on.

Thank you.

Brothers and sisters,

there will be plenty of time

to observe the holy relic

when we return to Earth.

The church must first 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.

See?

They are reasonable people

when not confronted by violence

and threats of arrest.

Oh, perhaps in light of my help...

You'll get your chance

to see it in due time.

I understand.

metal clatters]

Hey.

What the f*** is going on?

I count 15 sets of footprints,

give or take.

The log says there were 20 corpses

set for chryo-storage.

Maybe they had a miraculous recovery.

Here's a crazy idea.

Don't say it, Dobbs.

Hey, I don't mind shooting

the living dead

as long as I get

to shoot something.

I've got one.

I'm no doctor, but it looks like

something's been chewing on him.

This sh*t is getting weirder

by the second.

Sounds like a date with Shen.

F*** you, rookie.

Has it occurred to you jokers that

whatever did this could still be in here?

I'm going to call this in.

Stay sharp.

Security Chief Vincent to bridge.

Come in, over.

This is Captain Matthius.

Give me a sit-rep Vincent.

Dobbs, look out!

Vincent! Vincent!

Ah, get him off!

Give me a hand, God damn it!

Shoot this f***!

Hold your fire!

Vincent, report!

Dobbs is dying.

We've got to stop the bleeding.

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