This was not what she expected out of her first mission, not by a long shot. Violence, destruction and a little espionage she can handle, but outright horror? That's enough to pull the carpet out from under her, especially after the blackout. After the last few months she was used to working alone, but it wasn't supposed to be like this. They had started as a team but now...who knows where the hell anyone is in this nightmare.

But she's not going to find her team mates or any answers by sticking around. For all that she's wearing her power armour, Connie's able to slip quietly through the dark and sparking hallways of the ship with a double or two stalking silently by her side. Every now and again there's the sharp crackle of electricity accompanied by a moan so low it's almost a whimper, and the deeper she gets the more unnervingly familiar the hallways- and the voices are.

Don't think about them. Regroup, find whoever else is alive, and try to get out. This is your last chance, Connie.

Survive.