"Alright... let's see if this will shed any light on this mystery..." Rarity muttered as she sat down at a terminal. She moved the mouse and clicked on the icon that said "Commanders Logs."

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/User... CmdrAnderson

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/Pass... Password

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Access granted.

Commanders Log #034
June 28th, 2565

Whie passing the remains of Delta Halo, our scanners picked up a large object floating in space. When we went in to investigate, we found a monitor. He called the structure a Marker. He also said that it has the power to drive people insane... but so far, this has proven false.

Commanders Log #035
June 30th, 2565

Several of the technicians have reported having hallucinations, causing them to see very horrible and terrible things. The Lieutenant I put in charge of examining the Marker told me about seeing his wife and child turning into horrible creatures and trying to kill him. It was the first time in a very long time I saw a full grown man break out in tears.

Commanders Log #036
July 1st, 2565

Some of the crew has been becoming very violent lately. Those who have been exposed to the Marker are all now having horrific hallucinations. Some of them have actually assaulted other crew members, even killing other crew members. Others have went on nervous breakdowns and killed themselves. Our morgue is already filled up, for gods sake. I'm going to have the Marines on board take care of the problem, it seems like the only solution now.

Commanders Log #037
July 4th, 2565

Today, the ships nurse came bursting into my quarters. She told that all the bodies in morgue have mysteriously disappeared. I go with her to the morgue and sure enough, the bodies are missing. Exactly how does fifty bodies disappear into thin air? I tried asking the monitor about it, but all I could get out of him was something about necromorphs. When I asked him about these necromorphs, he just fell silent. I'm going to get to the bottom of this, even if it's the last thing I do.

Commanders Log #038
July 6th, 2565

Some of the crew have gone missing. I'm not sure what is responsible, but I'm deploying the Marines to investigate.

Commanders Log #039
July 7th, 2565

We have been reading some unknowns in our lower decks, where our crew has been going missing. The Marine patrols I sent in have also went missing. I am sending in the majority of our forces in to deal with the problem. Hopefully all goes well.

Commanders Log #040
July 10th, 2565

After three days, the gunfire has finally stopped. Those who have survived the slaughter described the creatures that attacked them to be human-like in origin, just horribly mutated, very aggressive, and nearly invincible. Their only weakness seems to be shooting off their limbs.

Commanders Log #041
July 11th, 2565

The creatures have started breaking out in all the decks, slaughtering anyone in sight. I have noticed that those exposed to the Marker do not get attacked, so I exposed myself to the Marker in hopes of being able to survive. I am now going to barricade myself in the bridge and drop a S.O.S. beacon. If anyone finds this message, get off of the ship, immediately.

For the last time.
-Commander Anderson.

As Rarity finished up with the Commanders Log, she got up out of the chair and looked at Timothy, who was shaking heavily.

"Timothy, are you-"

"Stay away from me!" He shouted, picking up a nearby chair and swinging it at Rarity. Rarity was able to get a single, high pitched scream before the chair made contact with her head, which collapsed under the sheer force of the impact.

"Rarity!" Nova and Backdraft shouted in unison upon hearing Rarity's scream. Backdraft loaded a fresh magazine into his battle rifle and aimed it at Timothy, who was holding a blood covered chair while standing over the body of Rarity. He dropped the chair and pulled out his magnum, aiming it at Backdraft and fired off a few shots. Backdraft dove behind a tipped over desk and fired a unaimed bursts back. Nova charged up, her DMR raised in the air, and fired one shot into Timothy's head. He went limp, a waterfall of blood flowing out of the bullet wound.

"Now we're even." Nova stated, cracking a smirk. Backdraft allowed himself to smile, but he stopped when he heard something moving in the vents.

"We need to go!" Backdraft said, pulling Nova along as the two ran out of the bridge.

The U.N.S.C. Destroyer Equis exited slipspace about three kilometers away from the Nightingale and the Equestria. Earlier today, the Equestria sent out a S.O.S. signal, saying they were under attack by strange, alien creatures, that were slaughtering ponies and humans alike without mercy. Shortly after they contacted the Equis, the bridge was overrun and the crew was slaughtered. Naturally, the Equis was keeping its distance.

"Lieutenant, how many do we still have alive?" Luna asked.

"Ma'am, there is only four troops that are not flat lining." A crewman replied.

"What about Braeburn's squad?" Luna asked.

"Nova and Backdraft are still in the fight, ma'am. The others are down." He replied.

"Contact them." Luna ordered.

"Yes ma'am."

"Nova, watch out!" Backdraft called out. Nova looked up and saw a necromorph lunging at her. She rolled to the left, narrowly dodging one of its claws, and blew off its legs with her shotgun. She fired another blast into the necromorphs abdomen. Another necromorph jumped out of a nearby vent, tackling Nova. Backdraft raised his battle rifle and fired a few quick bursts, blowing off its arms. It toppled over onto the ground, as Nova rose up and finished it off with a blast from her shotgun.

"Nova, this is Luna, do you read me?!" Nova heard Luna ask from her helmet radio.

"Princess?! It's good to hear your voice, ma'am!" Nova replied.

"Cut the shit, Nova! What is your situation?" Luna asked.

"Situation is fubar, ma'am. We have lost the majority of our squad, and we are being chased by hundreds of aggressive creatures."

"Understood, I'm sending in Spartan Aqua Team for an extract, over?"

"Got it. Tell them to be extremely cautious. These things took out the entire crew."

"They took out the Equestria too." Luna said solemnly. After a short pause, she spoke again. "Don't worry, Aqua knows what they are doing."

"Let's go, team!" Sweetie Belle ordered, snatching up a couple SMG's and placing her helmet over her head.

"Right behind you." Applebloom said, picking up her shotgun and loading a few shells into it.

Scootaloo picked up her LWC and tossed a shotgun to Surprise, who caught it with a huge smile on her face.

"What's the deal, Sweetie Belle?" Scootaloo asked.

"We've got a ship that has been overran by extremely aggressive hostiles, and we still have ponies inside. So we're extracting them." Sweetie Belle stated.

"That's it? No complicated plans or anything?" Firefly asked, loading a magazine into her LWC.

"That's it." Sweetie Belle repeated. She clipped the two SMG's to her sides and trotted out of the room, the rest of the team behind her.