I reach an intersection. The corridor I am in continues straight, following the curve of the hull with a side corridor leading deeper into the vessel. I drop an IR marker and take the left.

As I move I take out the lights. One slug to each panel and they go dark. Our IR gear lets us see almost as well as you can on a cloudy day. I see a figure ahead of me in the corridor. I raise my gun and almost shoot, when I realize it isn’t needed. Red foam surrounds his open mouth and lips, his skin looks distended. Hard vaccum is called that for a reason. It’s hard to survive for very long without a pressure suit. This guy probably had about thirty seconds to realize he was going to die, as his blood and body fluids boiled inside of him.

A brief wave of nausea hits me for a moment. I hear the LT in my headphone. “They turned off the artificial gravity. They know we are inside. Keep your heads up and the chatter down. Shout out if you see anything”.