They aren’t paying you enough for this shit.
 
It’s two hours into your shift’s sleep rotation, and some stupid fucker was banging away somewhere down the passage. Probably Rojas again, and you were considering throwing on a gown before storming out there and giving him a hell of a talking to, when the General Quarters alarm went off.
 
General Quarters? This isn’t some UNSC frigate, for the love of god, it’s a cargo hauler! Nobody sounds General Quarters on one of these things unless they’re some martinet of a navy officer wannabe who’s either jumping at shadows or being enough of a cast-iron prick to throw unannounced drills around. There were some new arrivals coming on last time you made port, so… Fine, you’ll show them. Need to respond to a General Quarters alarm at all haste, right? See what they think about you showing up in your underwear then!
 
You get maybe halfway down the passage – these ships are big, not too surprising that you don’t see anybody else – when the lights go out and stark red emergency lamps come on.  
That makes your stomach lurch up. This hasn’t happened before. You stumble forward, feeling suddenly very vulnerable in your vest and panties. Maybe this was a silly idea after all. But somehow, you feel like turning around would be a bad idea. So you find yourself stepping through a hatch, a viewport at your side casting an eerie blue haze across the passage as the lights behind you flicker and then go dark.
 
That’s when you hear the low, breathy growl. Behind you…
 
Had in idea that latched onto my brain, going in a very horror-themed direction. Sangheili pirate snatches you from the shadows. Does horrible things to you. Seemed like much fun!