Dead Space: Aftermath

AFTERMATH (2011)

Control, rescue team is in the main service corridor.

Affirmative, colonel.

- What's it look like in there? - The main power is out.

- Switching to night vision. - Oh my dear God.

- What the hell? - Control, we have massive

casualties over here.

Confirmed. We expected that when we saw the hull damage.

- Was it decompression? - Negative on that, control.

It almost looks like a wild animal tore through the crew.

What the hell happened here?

- Sir, I'm showing four live ones. - Four?

There's supposed to be 137 crewmen.

Raiders never hit a ship this big before.

- We should call in reinforcements. - Cut the chatter, marines.

Locate those life signs, Private.

They're in engineering. Near the shock point core.

That's it then. Lock and load, marines.

Hey, look out!

- What's happening? - The engines are firing.

How is that possible?

It's over.

They're dead. Finally.

It's finished.

It's not finished. This is too big to end here.

We've been in contact with a higher power.

God damn it! I've had enough of your crazy shit, Stross.

You can't see because you're not a true vessel.

Will you two shut the hell up?!

We still need to work together, all right?

- We've got to get... - Quiet.

Listen. Do you hear that?

Oh my God.

They've come for us.

It can't be more of them. We destroyed that damn thing.

I won't let them hurt her.

This is Abraxis Rescue Team. Identify yourselves.

- Thank God you're here. - I knew they'd come.

I'm Dr. Isabel cho, chief medical officer of the USG O'Bannon.

You just get away now. Nobody's taking my baby away from me again.

Drop the weapon now!

- Nickolas, it's all right. - Kuttner, don't do it.

- Put 'em down. - No, please, you have no idea

what we've been through.

They sent you, didn't they?

They think that they can control this.

They are all fools. Can't you see? It's already happening.

Convergence is here. We shall all be made whole!

Aggh!

Fools.

Control, we've got one blue casualty and four survivors in custody.

Bringing 'em in.

What the fuck do you think really happened over there?

The bodies had these looks on their faces like whatever

killed those people drove 'em crazy first.

What's command saying?

Command's treating the whole thing as a navigational accident.

Accident my ass.

It almost looked like they killed each other.

If you ask me, something went seriously fubar out there

and the big guys back home are trying to cover their big fat ass...

Oh, excuse us.

We didn't see you.

They sent an interrogation unit all the way out here?

What kind of shit did those bastards

from the O'Bannon get into?

I don't know, but they are righteously fucked now.

Scans confirm the target has been destroyed.

It's unrecoverable.

Unfortunate, but not a complete loss.

- What of the survivors? - Only four, I'm afraid.

I'm informed our specialist is among them.

Luckily, yes. We're prepping for debriefing now, sir.

I am authorizing enhanced interrogation techniques.

I see. Do you think that will be necessary?

We don't have time for subtlety.

There have been questions raised about what happened at Aegis 7.

When word of the O'Bannon gets out, people will demand answers.

If you can't provide them, I shall be forced

to re-evaluate my confidence in your abilities.

Of course, sir.

You have seven hours before your ship docks at the Sprawl.

This situation needs to be resolved by then.

Yes, sir, I understand perfectly.

What are you standing around for?

Have the first subject brought in.

It's time to go to work.

It's everywhere, all around us,

- inside us... the patterns. - Hey!

- Guards! - I see it all now.

- Will somebody talk to me? - Human life is only a passing phase.

I'm not supposed to be here. Hey, is anybody out there?

God damn it, somebody open this door.

It's okay, Vivian. Don't worry, pumpkin, we're safe now.

Everything's gonna be just fine.

Soon we'll be back with Mommy and then we'll all be together.

This is fucking crazy.

I mean, it just doesn't make any goddamn sense.

We survived that horror show back on the O'Bannon

just to be locked up here? You know the reason we're in here

is because that fucking lunatic shot a marine.

If anybody should be in here, it's him.

It's okay, baby girl.

He's just a little scared. Don't pay any mind.

I don't have anything to do with this crazy bastard.

- I don't even know these people. - Borges, will you calm down?

You're not helping matters.

They have deeper reasons for detaining us

than Mr. Kuttner's outburst, Mr. Borges.

There's a great design behind everything that's happened.

And we're each a part of it now.

Seriously, am I the only one who didn't go batshit crazy

back on that damn planet?

Stross is right about one thing.

We might have a problem. I did a tour on one of these

with a med unit a few years ago.

We're on board a government interceptor ship

in a holding cell where they detain terrorists.

So what does that mean?

It means the government might want someone to blame

for what happened on the O'Bannon.

And that will most certainly be us, Alejandro.

This may well be the last time we see each other.

Don't touch me!

Isabel, what's the matter?

Well, it's about fucking time. What's going on?

- Why are you holding us here? - Step back.

Hey hey hey, take it easy.

- No problem here. - Nickolas Kuttner,

- you will come with us. - Huh-uh.

I'm not leaving my little girl.

Don't do that. Let me talk to him, okay?

Get your hands off me!

I'm not letting you take me away from her.

Stop. Stop it! He's had enough.

You'll kill him.

- What the hell is going on? - I don't know.

Let me go, God damn it.

She needs me. You bastards, can't you see her?

- In the chair, if you please. - She's right there.

No no, she needs me. I have to protect her.

She needs her father.

No no, Vivian, Vivian!

Let me go! Let me go!

Mr. Kuttner, please calm yourself. We have some questions.

I'm not telling you shit until I see my daughter.

Mr. Kuttner, the mind holds

countless rational and irrational fears.

For you, the fear is being burned alive.

No! No!

That was simply an electronically induced hallucination,

created in the brain, but the mind is reality,

is it not?

State your name and occupation.

Nickolas Kuttner, ex-marine,

security officer on the cDc O'Bannon.

What the hell do you want from me?

You are not here to ask questions, Mr. Kuttner.

We are going to ask the questions.

You are going to answer them

honestly and completely.

Do you understand?

Yeah, I understand.

We want you to start from the beginning.

We want you tell us

about the mission to Aegis 7.

Aegis 7.

The O'Bannon got word to ship out about a week ago.

We were ordered to Titan, where we picked up a team of civilian tech heads.

Mission specs were sealed so nobody knew where we were headed.

After we were underway a few days,

the captain called a briefing.

Is that your daughter, Mr. Kuttner?

She's beautiful. My son has the exact same color eyes.

Mind your business, Stross.

He doesn't wanna talk about it, Nolan.

His little girl died in an accident back home a few weeks ago.

Oh God, that's terrible.

I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to my little boy.

Dr. Cho, how's it going, girl?

Hey, Stross, I saw your wife earlier.

She seemed a little stressed.

Alexis is always stressed.

So, Isabel, wanna go grab a drink at the Hole after this?

They got 12-credit specials after 05:00.

I'm sorry. I can't. I've got two rookies

with artificial gravity sickness to deal with.

Ugh! Boring, Doc.

You stay locked in med bay all the time,

you'll never get a man interested in you.

Have some fun. Personally, I think starting any mission

without a drink or six is a bad idea.

I'll grab a beer with you if the offer's open.

Oh, I don't usually drink with tech heads,

but sure, why not?

I'm no lowly tech head, thank you very much.

I'm gravimetric control engineer, first class.

So what do you guys know about this mission I don't?

That is what we called you here to tell you, Mr. Nayim.

Commander Sergenko, I didn't realize you were on this ship.