"Step on the gas," so to speak. "Assistance, please!"
[4] The tug of war commences! Murky Depths vs paramedics and fishtank. Akatin joins in after a few seconds, but the rope starts pulling out before he can contribute.
The result... isn't pretty. The two humans appear to have been trapped by the legs inside a pile of dead, decaying fish and plant matter. Neither say a word when they are finally lifted from the water, although the mass of fish starts to ooze out over the turf.
The paramedics can't hold their reactions.
"That's disgusting!"
"We need a hazard control team, on the double," whispers the other into his phone.
The two humans are in terrible condition, to say the least, having a darker skin complexion due to the murky water over their faces. Furthermore, they appear to be conjoined at the base of their legs, but that's probably because of the fish pile. They seem to be free of cuts and bruises, though, which is unexpected. One of them starts crawling toward Akatin, steadily pulling the pile along with him. Akatin speeds away.
"Are they even sane anymore? What could have possibly happened to them in such a short timeframe?""Why were the guards dealing with infected only armed with ballistics?"
"We... umm...""We did not expect it to propagate this fast. Our lab studies showed a slow, controlled rate of growth. This is... orders of magnitude above anything we've seen it do.
The others must have assumed that the victims were newly infected and couldn't get to this... state... this fast. That, and plasma weapons tend to cause collateral damage in confined spaces."Dr. Bradley seems very nervous about the whole ordeal.
"Yeah... we put the guns in there to subdue the people, not the goo. My God... that thing is monstrous. I feel like we should eradicate every trace of it on the station."Dr. Chance appears to disagree with the sentiment at first, judging from her facial expression, but then changes her mind.
"I'm inclined to agree with that, actually. For now though.. we need a plan."Some random staff, not a doctor but mroe dignified than an assistant, chimes in.
"We could flood it with acid. It won't harm the suits. Should turn the goo into a corrosive slurry. Gross, but dead."
"How do we get it in there though? Our containers are too huge and we can't fit enough of it inside the airlock. We'd have to drill a hole in the plastic or something...""Are there any holes that currently exist?"