While H'Raal was busy with his impromptu meeting, two crewmen down in the lower decks were using the brief respite from working to open up a hidden stash of liquor. While they could certainly enjoy some synthahol, they wanted the real deal, and figured no one would miss them for a bit. Crewman Yeshua McKneel looked around conspiratorially before popping the case open, whispering to his friend Jimmy Barant, "I tell ya Jimmy boy, this is the perfect time for a drink."  Jimmy glared, "Shh, someone might hear us." "Ah frak off, we're alone down here." As Yeshua pulled the bottle of amber liquid out, he cradled it like a newborn. "mmm hello sweet mama," he said with genuine affection, popping the top and taking a swig, grimacing, "Ah, there it is." Jimmy watched and licked his lips, "I want some." He got the bottle and took a swig himself, shivering as the warmth spread through his body.<br/><br/>Yeshua reached into the crate, about to pull another bottle, when something landed on his shoulder. He saw something dark and oozing, and was about to freak out when it lept and attached to his face. His muffled screams set off Jimmy, who started to yell when suddenly another of the strange dark creatures lept from the darkness to attack his face. Yeshua was screaming in terror and blinded, running around and trying to pull the creature off, while Jimmy flailed helplessly. Yeshua ran into him, and in the collision it activated their commlinks. The computer identified screaming and immediately notified Security.<br/><br/>By the time security had arrived, both men were dead. Yeshua lay on his stomach, Jimmy lying slumped against the wall. Both were gaunt and pale, their faces locked in a silent scream of terror, and a thousand miniature stab wounds covered each man's face. The crate of liquor sat like a chest of amber jewels in the hand lamps carried by Security, and no sign of the creatures remained.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before the issue got kicked upstairs to Kir-Je and H'Raal.