Ridley woke up screaming. Where was she? What was she doing here. She looked around. She was on a small bed in a dull grey metal room. The sheets she was on felt really uncomfortable. She kept looking around and notice two doctors, one a light green with a combed mane, the other white with a black shaggy mane that made him look like he was from the 70's. They came in, gave her a quick shot, and left.
Ridley had no idea what just happened. Her body began to feel wierd. Her back legs felt heavy, but her front hooves felt weightless. Sloowly, with more feelings to obscure to describe, she drifted off into unconsciousness.
Dr. Heybale began reading Ridley's psychiatric evaluation. So far she seemed totally crazy, yet. The evaluation from 61 years ago said she was fine. Did something happen to her hyper-sleep chamber? He didn't think that wass the case based on the condition the team said they found it in. Not to mention no one knew what happened to the rest of her crew. What could have happene to her to cause so much trauma?
He looked at his patient the pink pony with shaggy, curly purple mane and tale. He noticed something odd though. His patient did not have a cutie mark. Somepony of her age should have by now gotten their cutie mark, right? Heybale merely made a brief note of it, and decided it waas best to just ignore. He continued to examine her, but physically she was in perfect health. This would not be the case had the reason for her psychiatric problems been caused by a hyper-sleep chamber malfunction. This meant some thing did in fact happen on the ship. But what?
Before Heybale could continue his evaluation, Checkers came in. Checkers had been given his name do to his coat having a black and white checker pattern. He had a short cut black mane, and white tail. Where his cutie mark should be theree was merely the number 224. This was not surprising, given that all android pones had numbers for cutie mark based on when they were made.
"What is your evaluation doctor?" Checkers asked in a low, emotionless voice.
"Other than what appears to be trauma, all well." Heybale replied.
"That is good, she will need to be well for when she gives her debriefing to Weyland."
"I understand. I will have her transported to one of the open living quarters, if that's all right."
"It is fine."
Shooter was having such a normal morning. How could it have gotten so weird? He woke up like always, on his same bed with the other soldiers beside him, asleep. He was always the first pony up. He liked to get so flying in before breakfast. So he got out of bed,and walked over to the bathroom. He splashed some water in his face and looked at himself in the mirror. He was just a normal pegasus. Dark green, with an even darker green mane and tail. He looked down at his cutie mark. Hard to believe they still called it that with what some ponies were getting as them nowadays. His was an assault rifle, which is why he joined the military. Did not do much. Not since the last Celestial war. That was only 5 years ago that it ended, and it wasn't to bad. he was so young at the time too. Shooter only saw action once, and he was dead terrified. Ironic the battlefield was where he got his cutie mark.
He flew out side and began to do his usual warm up exersises. Flew around the course, shooting targets as they came, followed by 200 hoof ups. After that he began taking apart his gun, and putting it back together again. It was an R-6, latest type of assault rifle. Fired magic based ammunition, which were designed to burst on impact. It fired at about 160 feet per second, and fired 7 rounds per burst.
Once he was all done he flew back inside for breakfast. He ate for a little while, but was just bored at this point. Sure he was basically getting paid, and free meals for nothing, but despite this, he missed action. He hoped that something would happen. Inabout 72 hours, he would have never imagined why he thought that.
Ridley was pissed. They didn't believe her. She had told the board what had happened, how the creature had wiped out her crew, but they just thought she was crazy. Maybe she was. No, that couldn't be, she knew it really happened, although, she wished it hadn't. She galloped to her new room. She wished that the doors didn't open on their own with key cards, because she wanted to slam it shut.
Her room was very dull, the only color the black and yellow rug that a small desk with a computer screen on it. She just got into bed, and hoped she would never wake up.
That night she had a nightmare so terrifying it is hard to describe. She was in a room with 7 ponies. They appeared to be in the military. She watched as no one, but dozens of the monsters came in through, not the door, but the ceiling. The. Military ponies tried fighting them off but there were to many of them. They tried running away as one of them was being killed, his face being impaled by the creatures toung. They galloped as fast as they could to the door, but it was locked, they were trapped. She looked down at a young filly, and began to scream as the monsters came at them.
She woke up screaming again. She had these dreams a lot. But something was different,it felt... real. She shrugged it off, and realized her sheets were covered in sweat. She tore them off her, and walked over to the mirror. She was a train wreck. Her mane was drenched in sweat, her eyes blood shot, and she was breathing really hard. She was about to go get some hey for breakfast, when the screen on the computer went off.
There was a small face on it.Ridley recognized him. He had a red coat, a blue mane and tail, and looked like he had just gotten out of the 90's with his mane. Ridley also knew he was the one who had been explaining everything to her.
"Hello Ridley," he said, "how are you?"
"Fine thanks." She replied. "I take it you're not calling me with good news, are you?"
"You're right but not for the reason you probably think. You lost contact with the colony on Lg-28. We aren't sure but, one of those... things you were talking about may be involved."
Ridley could feel her heart racing. No! After all her efforts, these things would just continue to kill ponies. Why? Why did they kill? What did they do to deserve this monster. She was terrified.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Well no, but if one is involved, we will need you as a consultant." He replied.
"So you are planning on dragging me, with a bunch of crazy militaary ponies, to what may or may not be a bunch of monsters that killed most of the ponies on the ship I was on for four years, who were my friends, and just go in and tell a bunch of gun happy psychos what to do?"
"Well not necessarily,but over all if tere is one involved then we would like it if you wou-"
"Fin I'll come. On one condition."
"And that is?"
"We wipe those bitches out."