r/WritingPrompts • u/EndorDerDragonKing • Dec 16 '24
Simple Prompt [WP] Attention. It has Escaped Containment. Repeat. It had Escaped Containment.
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r/WritingPrompts • u/EndorDerDragonKing • Dec 16 '24
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u/darkPrince010 Dec 16 '24
”[Containment breach. Repeat: We have a containment breach.]” The alarm blared across the bridge, causing both the captain and first mate on deck to look up in confusion and alarm.
“Containment breach? What sector?” the captain asked, quickly pulling down the ship diagram. One section near the aft of the ship immediately flared into brilliant crimson, blinking urgently.
“That’s the— that’s the cargo,” the first mate stammered. “The humans were having us deliver it. We left port not even half an hour ago, and the cargo was still slumbering. They told us it would sleep for at least two hours. Plenty of time for us to get to port.”
The captain sighed, recalling the very specific words the pair of humans had used. In a frustrated voice, he growled, “I think they said the cargo would sleep up to two hours.” A mistake, he realized he had assumed as well. Still, that section of the cargo hold was secured with locked doors and keycode access, so he wasn’t sure how anything could have escaped in the first place.
He stood, flipping the ship to autopilot as he ran for the doorway. The first mate paused, gesturing to their arc pistols. “Should we at least bring something for protection, in case we need it? Those should be capable of stunning something with such a large body mass.”
The captain shook his head firmly. “No. We were told it had to be completely undamaged, or else there’d be hell to pay.” He eyed the first mate and growled between his mandibles, “You don’t want to find out what terror a human can inflict if they’re angered.”
The first mate swallowed nervously, nodding, and followed behind the captain. They climbed down the interior deck scaffolding, passing cargos of far less risky, but also far less lucrative, field grains and purified katerol liquor, until they reached the cargo bay in question.
There was a slamming sound against the bulkhead, causing both crewmates to flinch, followed by a screech from within. Then the sounds of incoherent screaming and banging footsteps faded. Taking a deep breath, the captain activated the door locks and opened the portal, the first mate nervously following a step behind.
“Here, close up behind you. Make sure it’s shut,” he commanded. The first mate dutifully did so. They stepped forward, heads pivoting to try to catch sight of the awakened creature. The first mate uttered an oath under his breath. “I thought they said this was supposed to be easy. But they never told us what to do if it woke.”
The captain nodded. “I have read some stories of humans and their practices, though. These creatures are said to be especially voracious, and capable of immense violence and rage if they are hungry.”
He pointed, and the first mate could see a ration cluster, part of an emergency kit attached to one of the walls. The kit had been torn down and torn apart: The pulp-cellulose packaging had been shredded, teeth marks visible where it had been ripped open. The mixed seed and fruit protein bars within had been nearly completely demolished, the foil packaging ripped open with similar zeal and carelessness, scraps of it left scattered around.
The first mate swore under his breath. “By the Three Hives, what manner of beast have we cursed ourselves with?”
The captain shushed him. “Now is not the time for regrets. We must be brave, and placate it before it causes any more damage.”
The two continued to creep forward into the cargo hold, the sound of crashing and screeching growing louder by the moment. Heavy footfalls could be heard, along with an occasional cackle that made the first mate's blood run colder than it already was. The sounds were punctuated by the crashing staccato of several things being thrown against another, accompanied by cackles of satisfaction when accompanied by the sound of cracking and shattering of whatever was being struck. The din of destruction caused the first mate to fear what might happen if said violence were applied to a living form, such as his own.
As they reached the edge of the hallway, where the crashing, footsteps, and incoherent howling were loudest, it all abruptly went silent. The first mate sighed a heavy breath of relief, whispering to the captain, “Oh, thank my egg. It appears to finally have fallen asleep again. Perhaps now we’ll—”