[ There's a rumble within the ship's machinery. All of it seems to shake violently, as if something beneath it is rushing to the surface, trying to break through. The vents groan with life and there's the sound of skittering that seems to drag on and on and on. There's seemingly no end to it. The noise sounds more and more alive as it continues, as if growing into some kind of taunt in and of itself. Scritch, scritch, scritch...
And then the first drone appears.
It flops uselessly out of the vents, landing with a disgustingly organic splat!, and despite the noise, it begins to skitter closer and closer... It's the same kind of creature that had crawled out of Fiona's mouth during week 11 a cockroach made of flesh and carapace. Then suddenly, with a metallic burst, thousands of the creatures are filtering out of vents, bursting through the floors, crawling on the walls and ceilings.
As if it couldn't get worse, some of them bulge and grow to the size of a man, standing on two legs.
DRONES
And then the first drone appears.
It flops uselessly out of the vents, landing with a disgustingly organic splat!, and despite the noise, it begins to skitter closer and closer... It's the same kind of creature that had crawled out of Fiona's mouth during week 11 a cockroach made of flesh and carapace. Then suddenly, with a metallic burst, thousands of the creatures are filtering out of vents, bursting through the floors, crawling on the walls and ceilings.
As if it couldn't get worse, some of them bulge and grow to the size of a man, standing on two legs.
Music plays from the speakers. ]