The time grew late on The Prometheus. The crew returned to their quarters. Some of them talked, others kept to themselves, contemplating what had happened.
One member of the crew realized he had forgotten his jacket in the meeting room and went back to fetch it. The lights were still undimmed this early at night.
He walked quickly back to the room, not especially wary. He did not hear or see the figure move behind him. After he had entered the room and put the jacket on, he was walking towards the exit when he heard a soft clank.
Yoyoma stopped and stared out the door. The sound reminded him of someone scraping his shoe against the wall. He didn’t move for a moment and heard nothing more. He moved towards the door.
As he stepped out, he heard a scuffle and a grunt from his right, and turned quickly to see a man bearing down on him, swinging a weapon. Yoyoma was not caught unaware, and dodged to his left. The man did not stop advancing and brought his weapon, which Yoyoma saw was a pipe, around for another swing. Having seen no other figures around him, Yoyoma seized the moment and rushed against his assailant, laying hands on him before he could bring his weapon around. He landed two swift blows at close range, but the attacked dropped his weapon and reached to grapple with Yoyoma. He had great strength, but Yoyoma was able to break off his grip and fling the advancing man to the side.
The attacker stumbled past before turning and grunting, but Yoyoma had already taken off running towards the barracks room. The attacker immediately pursued him.
Yoyoma did not notice that the lights had been dimmed, and run at full steam through the corridors of the ship, narrowly missing corners and structures. He was running as fast as he could, but still he heard the attacker behind him, not losing ground.
But he kept his pace up, knowing he was almost back, just a turn or two more and he would be safe. But in a blur he felt a huge pain in his stomach and was tumbling across the floor and into a wall, where he groaned in pain. Yoyoma had not seen the man emerge and swing his weapon directly into him a tiny fraction of a second before he passed the corner.
Yoyoma wheezed in pain and gripped his ribs, struggling to get to his feet. He could only manage to get up on his knees and balance against the wall, one hand grasping his side, the other supporting him. He struggled to breath; it was harder than anything he had ever done before.
He tried to yell but could not, and looked up to see figures approaching him. One went to retrieve a pipe where the impact with Yoyoma had ripped it from the attacker’s grasp.
“How fitting that your demise is due to this brutal technology of metal you employ. Perhaps now you will appreciate its evil before I cleanse this universe of another parasite,” said the man as he picked up the pipe and approached Yoyoma.
Yoyoma was violently grasping for breath against the wall and could not move out of the way. As the attacker approached, he held up an arm to block the blow. It did not help.
His body was not discovered for some time. In the morning, the mood was perhaps more somber than ever before.
The Captain paced tensely at the front of the meeting room, face rigid. Finally, he curtly addressed the crew, “I believe you need not be reminded of the importance of your task. Do not be distracted and find the killer.”
The Captain returned to pacing. The crew members looked among themselves.
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