Galaxy of Terror X-Rated Cut by Omegaxypher
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This is a 2.0 rework of my wold story, reworked the entire thing really. , In the depths of space, beyond the boundaries of the human imagination, floated a world shrouded in evil. In languages that none living now spoke, its name was Morganthus, and it had visitors.
A starship had crash-landed amidst what must have been the scene of a large battle. In the distance, a towering pyramid raised by alien hands stood as a silent and enigmatic sentinel.
The mangled, ruptured hulks of the other craft surrounded the newly-trapped vessel, which was unable to call for help. A six-man team had been dispatched to search inside the distant alien structure.
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Dameia was part of the squad exploring inside, the shoulder-mounted lights of her backpack shining through her long, curly blonde hair as she trailed behind the others. Her striking blue eyes kept darting between each of the other three members before her, as they maintained a distance from her greater than was strictly necessary.
Their fifth had been left at the entrance to keep watch. No one questioned that the hulking warrior Quuhod could hold his own, though he had been badly shaken by the loss of his crystal throwing weapons.
Yet that had not been the only loss inflicted by this horrible place. Dameia had witnessed for herself the death of their commander Ilvar, and now the brash Cabren had taken charge of their team.
The corridors of this structure made no sense, twisting and turning unevenly as if it had been designed by a madman. Eventually, they had wandered into a small room with pillars of crystal pulsing with a dim green light that bathed the team in their strange glow.
Alluma, their empath, was clinging to Cabren’s arm like a frightened child, her head resting on his shoulder. Dameia sorely missed the same intimacy she had with the commander and had even considered the final member of their team, Balon, as a source of companionship in this dark place.
However, she quickly dismissed such a notion, Balon despised her and was not shy to show it. He was a short man of slight build with close-cropped brown hair and was looking about the place with visible unease in contrast to Cabren’s calm, almost casual demeanor.
In fact, the squad leader seemed almost too cool and collected, looking over the glowing pillars in a manner that was almost bored. Though, even Dameia had to admit Cabren was quite handsome, with his roguishly-styled wavy shoulder length black hair and a thick mustache atop his upper lip.
With his rifle slung over one shoulder and Alluma gripped firmly by the hip he gave off the air the classic dashing hero. But then when he looked to Dameia for just a moment his smile turned sour and he looked away, continuing on towards the next corridor.
Since Ilvar had perished it had seemed they all shared this animosity towards her, leaving her in a depressed isolation.
“W-what are we even doing in this place?” Dameia asked timidly, just to break the bleak silence.
“Did you not see all those ships outside, Dameia? There has to be a reason for it, and why this structure was at the center of it all,” Alluma responded, yet the empath’s tone seemed almost scolding.
“What I want to know is why you are even here?” Balon chimed in with a sneer directed at Damiea.
“I just want to help!” Damiea snapped back.
“Oh, like you helped the Commander? Yeah… No thanks,” Balon scoffed.
“It wasn’t my fault, there was nothing I could do! S-something was in the vent with him!” Dameia desperately tried to explain.
“That’s enough!” Cabren shouted, finally reaching his limit.
They all went silent, Dameia’s chin quivered as she tried to swallow down the lump in her throat and blink away the tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
“Dameia, go join Quuhod on rear guard, you’re no help here,” Cabren snapped, voice as cold as deep-space frost.
“Bu-” Dameia tried to speak out, but one hard glare from the team leader made her reconsider.
She turned away before they could see the tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks and started the long walk back down those dark tunnels alone.
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Even though Dameia was truly alone in the winding corridors, she couldn’t shake this unsettling feeling that she was being watched. She was careful to follow the markers they had left on the walls to guide themselves through this maze of passages.
They had always disliked her because she was so close to the commander and she knew they believed that the only reason why she was even on this mission was that she and the commander had been so close. That was why she had left the ship the first place, to try and prove that she was more than just the slut in a uniform they had made her out to be.
But now Ilvar was gone, and she could still hear how he had screamed before the rope had been ripped from her hands. The feeling of such failure crushed her chest with sorrow and stopped to lean against the wall and openly sob in her private moment of grief.
She had slumped into and squat and cry until there were no tears left for her to shed for the man and this awful situation she was in. She wiped away the wet streaks on her cheeks and composed herself before resuming her trek.
She still had a job to do.
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Dameia was elated when she recognized the final bend that led to the entrance they had found. Only that moment of relief was crudely dashed when she saw Quuhod face down on the ground in a pool of his own blood, one of his arms abruptly terminating in a ragged stump.
A bolt of terror passed through her body with a feeling like her blood turning to ice, she froze for a moment in pure shock at such a horrid sight. Jolting back into action she scanned the large room quickly before lunging forward and picking up the laser rifle dropped on the ground not far from where she stood.
She quickly checked to make sure the weapon was charged and saw that not a single shot had been fired. Whatever had killed this skilled man did so without him ever being able to retaliate.
When she stepped in closer her face twisted into an ugly grimace as she saw that his arm had been cut clean off. His crystal blades had been shattered and scattered all around his corpse, proving that whatever had killed him must have been incredibly powerful.
She stepped away from the body, but then the heel of her boot thumped against something on the ground, heavy yet yielding. With a quick turn, she saw Quuhod’s missing arm lying on the ground, the blood-smeared flesh crawling with maggots.
They were all over the exposed flesh, chewing into the putrid meat and squirming around beneath the hairy skin it, the most disgusting things she never wanted to see on this planet. Fumbling with the rifle Dameia blasted wildly at them in a nauseated panic, gagging with disgust as she did her utmost to remove them from her sight.
At once arm started to smoke, the hairs shriveling and the maggots writhing in agony as the invisible beam played back and forth across them and their home. Flames covered the limb, the rotten flesh, and the occupants therein quickly charring and crumbling away until nothing was left but a heap of ash and scorched bone.