BKM. LOG-003. (Patreon)

LOG-003.This ship had a lot of fucking doors. Mainly two types, so there wasn't much variety, but sheer quantity seemed to make up for that fact readily enough. The ones splitting various sections of the hallways were big bulky things that slid open to either side upon my approach, while the smaller ones seemed to lead into other rooms.It was one of the latter that I was trying to bullshit my way into right now, actually.Tap tap tap.Bzzt.Letting loose a small huff at the glaring red of the unresponsive keypad, I stepped away from the second uncooperative door I'd come across, glancing around warily.Fortunately, no one had come by this part of the ship yet. Unfortunately, good old Joshua's little passcode didn't apply to all of the rooms in this area, which meant I was stuck effectively wandering the hallways like an idiot....An idiot that needed to get a damn move on, considering I'd already been missing from my cell for more than a few minutes at this point, and assuming the crew had even the most basic of monitoring equipment set up-WARRIOR! PRIDE! FREE MOTHER! FREE SIBLINGS!Oh God damn it. And there she was again, yelling into my fucking brain every few minutes.The sense of attention was new though. Apparently I was the only one of my (potential) siblings to have actually gotten loose, so dear old mum was rather more invested in getting help from me than anyone else, which was...fair enough, I guessed.Casting the thought aside, I continued to stalk my way through the halls, taking several random turns and probably going into more than one circle before finally finding something new."Oh dear."Namely, a creepy as fuck machine presumably meant to resemble a human being, even if it wasn't exactly succeeding all too well in that particular task.Seriously, I could understand cutting costs but why even give it any skin in the first place if you were just gonna make it look like a walking butchery of a corpse? Fuck, man.Still, it had dropped the tablet it was holding in favour of reaching for some kind of vaguely welder looking thing propped up next to a small exposed bit of panelling next to it, and that simply wouldn't do.Fun thing I learned in that exact moment. When push apparently came to shove, my new body was more than willing to let instinct, or muscle memory, or whatever the Hell it was, do the heavy lifting. That meant that seconds before the jumpsuited android could even so much as wrap its hand around the top of the welder, I'd already pulled a running leap and was all but soaring towards the fucker, a sharp screech ripping free of my maw.The subsequent impact was rough as shit, and essentially consisted of me riding the bastard down to the ground, before pinning it in place with my claws and letting the bladed portion of my tail take up position above its head."Alert. Alert. Specimen has breached containmen-"Stab."Spe-"Stab."S-p-eecee-"Stab. ...Hm. Uncanny valley really did lose a lot of its effect when the source of it was missing their whole face, huh.Releasing the now limp android's shoulders and letting its sparking form drop to the ground, I stood back up and glanced at the tool it had been trying to go for, before quickly ducking down and scooping up the tablet it had dropped, doing my best to avoid scratching up the device's screen.Now, if I still had eyes, they would have widened. Alas, I didn't, so instead my tail just started to thrash a little more quickly behind me as I took in the view of the screen as best I could, trying my best to focus my vision into something vaguely resembling the human standard.In the end, I succeeded. Sure, I could still make out the thin yet ever so bright hints of the electrical signals hidden within the tablet's flimsy frame, but I could also kinda make out the screen as well, even if it was blurry as shit.More importantly, said blurry as shit mess resembled a map, judging by all those boxes, alongside what looked to be lines connecting them. Presumably, the little blinking dot was me. Or the tablet, rather.Jackpot, essentially.Of course, that was apparently the appropriate time for all the lights in the area to go from blinding white to crimson red, right before some guy's voice began to broadcast from somewhere around me."Attention, this is director Donovan speaking. A research specimen has breached containment and is currently loose aboard the eastern section of the ship, which will be entering lockdown as of now. All crew members are advised to barricade themselves within whatever room they're in and await the arrival of security teams. Remain calm, everything is under control. I repeat-"Ah fuck. Alright, time to hustle then. No more standing around.Reaching over with my free hand, I took hold of the heavy duty welder (at least, I assumed it was a welder. It certainly looked like one) and continued forward, only this time with my head practically pressing against the screen in front of me in an effort to read the words on it.Right so...announcement guy (Donovan, that was probably the fuckwit in charge of the ship, then) had said I was on the eastern section of the Dawkins. That long row of squares in a line were probably the cells, considering that's where I'd come from, meanwhile the larger squares near the center of the map were probably the more vital areas. Like uh...the reactor or something.The bridge? Maybe? I wasn't an expert on scifi ships, sue me.Still, from where I currently was, the closest available areas seemed to be some of the outer cells (once again, another assumption) and a slightly larger square that could be just about anything.So my choices were either trying to reunite with my fellow killing machines before whatever dudes with guns aboard this vessel found me and riddled me with copious amounts of bullets, or heading towards the unknown.WARRIOR! FREE SIBLINGS! HUNT! KILL!...Right then, into the unknown it is! Risky? Maybe. But I wasn't about to put myself at the potential mercy of a bunch of murderous bugs (quietly ignoring the fact that I felt more than ready to off a person or two if they so much as brandished a needle at me) either. For all I knew, they'd be just as bad as the corporate wageslaves currently trying to hunt me down!Besides, at my current pace, said aforementioned unknown was just around the next few corners anyway, a few more twists and turns, and it should be right around...here?WARRIOR!Hold on mama, what exactly was...Oh.Oho.Ohohohohohoho!It was hard to read shit on a digital screen, but physical stuff? Well, that was much easier, especially when it was just one, beautiful big word etched above a doorway.Armoury.Suffice to say, save for setting my loot down on the floor beforehand, I didn't at all hesitate to fully throw myself at the locked door this time, bashing my weight against it over and over until the entire thing finally buckled, before being ripped clean past the frame as I pressed myself against it, pushing at the obstruction as hard as I could.And then, just like that, I was inside the Dawkins' rather tactically placed (for someone being sent to deal with rampaging xenomorphs, probably) armoury, glancing around at the several racks full of clear and obvious weapons with the same energy of a toddler in a candy shop.Alright, massive gun leaned up against the wall in a clearly tempting manner!Come to papa!