<div align="center">(http://msnbcmedia1.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photo_StoryLevel/z_Projects_in_progress/_Ent/Oscar_Nominations_2008/Best_Actor_Big/bestactor_mortensen_big.grid-6x2.jpg)</div><br/>As soon as the klaxxons began to sound throughout the station Sergei realised it was time to move on.  Things had been getting uncomfortable anyway - some of StationSec had started asking questions about his assumed identity and he'd realised a little criminality was much more difficult in a sealed, heavily monitored station.<br/><br/>He pulled away the small panel behind his bed and recovered his sidearm and portacomp, complete with highly illegal sealbreaker and surviellance progs.  Rushing across the small cabin he ripped away a maintenance hatch and entered the small maintenance crawl spaces, using his portacomp to access the Station's security systems as he did.<br/><br/>A heavy cloud of EM interference was almost blocking the remote access mesh but finally he began to get visuals on some of the corridors ...<br/><br/><em>Sookin Sin ... What the fuck are those!</em><br/><br/>Images swam into focus of strange ... things .... vaguely humanoid with a wide variety of forms.  His stomache heaved as they moved and communicated with each other ... plainly intelligent and plainly hostile.<br/><br/>He had to get out of here!  He'd already mapped the route to the escape pods so he began hurrying through the cable-festooned crawl space, gun in one hand, portacomp emitting a low level sonic detection field, acting as primitive motion detector.