A sigh from over the comms as the Doctor received Zack’s information. “If everything was loose… then we would not be alive right now. Judging by the fact that the Changeling was mentioned specifically, you must already know of the creature’s importance to the developments on this ship. The creature truly is a miracle of science. It bonded incredibly well to Subject X17’s genetics, to the point that even we don’t know the full capacity that it can evolve to. It’s frankly terrifying, actually. At this stage, judging that at least a few hours have passed since the event that caused all of this, plus exposure to other experiments… the creature most likely has evolved rational thinking. However, we had no chance to test how fast it could evolve in high stress situations, or it’s rate of evolution and adaptation in general, so warn the Marine and Medical Officer. The Mercenary may be the most dangerous to us, because his binding ties to this ship and it’s mission are as far as he thinks the money’s worth.”
He takes a moment to think, before answering Jennifer, sighing again at her inquiry as to the withheld information. “The reason the existence of the drives was hidden from you, is because, like I said before, we honestly didn’t have much trust in operatives who at a single command could sweep the entire ship and destroy everything. Now, we don’t have much choice but to trust in you, and whomever you deem worthy of carrying out the mission. Do what you need to while Aurora’s turrets begin to hold back the experiments. They’ll be overrun before long, I presume, but this is a small break for you to catch your breath. Make use of it. I’ll be in touch.”
The comms shut off for Jennifer and Zack, though Jason’s continues to crackle, as the Doctor’s voice continues to speak through it.
“And… you. The riddle, wrapped around a mystery, held within an enigma. Your purpose here raises suspicions, and your existence is troubling. You are no experiment… at least not one on this ship, and yet the systems tell me there is something hiding under your skin. Aurora has locked the engineers in the reactor room to ensure it’s prolonged functioning, and, like the shuttle bays, will open the doors when either everything is cleared out, and her demands are met… or someone manages to override her. Which will frankly be impossible while she functions. Until proven otherwise, you are an asset to be utilized for the survival of this ship and her crew, but I’m keeping a special eye out for you, ‘Ghost’.”
The comms crackle, dead, and the aged man kicks back at his computer, watching various camera feeds from around the ship, watching the turrets opening fire on seemingly endless rivers of bodies, moving erratically and without coordination. Hell was breaking loose.
And He, is the only one who could witness it en masse.