Tmo Nidole

Captain Nidole swept his rifle across the narrow passage, the overhead lights flickering against rust-stained bulkheads. The Lieutenant followed close behind, checking the motion tracker as its steady pulse echoed in the silence. Steam hissed from broken pipes along the walls, curling through the corridor like smoke from a dying fire.

The Sergeant covered their flank, his eyes locked on the shifting shadows that clung to every corner. Somewhere ahead, the unmistakable hiss of an alien rolled through the dark, forcing the squad to tighten formation...