Pleased with how well you handled the loose-wire thingy situation, you popmoff to the galley for some well deserved food. The Luna really hadn't been that deep into space when the accident had occurre, so the food was still better than the completely inedible andimagitively named 'nutrient biscuits', which studies had shown decreased the morale of ship shwose crew members had been forced into eating them by about 20%. You reach the small cabin, with just enough room for all seven of the Luna's crew members to eat, though Karl would have to stand in the doorway if he insisted on wearing his cowboy hat. You stride up to the vending machine capable of almost instantly producing nearly any food found anywhere on earth (though Mr. Gray was disappointed and irritated, in keeping with local tradition and custom, to discover that many of his favorite snacks weren't classified as 'food'). Humming, you declare to the machine "Surprise me!" And a large, roughly spherical object rolls out onto a tray at the bottom, next to a plate and some cutlery. You can't help but feel like you've seen it somewhere before, possibly on a movie... Moving on to another part of the song, you sit dwon and start prodding at the dish, the unidentifiable substances smeared over its rough brown surface, wondering where to start eating it, ass you lean over to look at it from above though, a dozen or so flaps suddnely fly open in all directions, and something inside leaps out. The bony thing lands on your face, thrashing crazily and hanging on with a half-dozen legs, while it seems to be doing something horribly remeniscent of kissing you. "Gah! It's on my face! The mess rations are trying to eat me! Help!" You scream falling over onto the floor, hands going to ypur face to wrench the bony, slimy thing off. "Hold still, Dev! I'll get it off!" You hear someone yell, and you suddenly fell something-flat, metallic, and very hard-slamming into your head repeatedly. "Dang! Persistent little bugger! Don't move!" before you can ask what he or she's going to do, you feel like you've been badly sunburned all over your head and shoulders. You groan as the thing comes, free, leaving a patch of mucus all over the front of your head, and it scuttled up the table, in to the thing impersonating a meal, and then out the door with shocking speed. "What the hell are those lunatics provisioning us with? Those rations almost bit my head off!" You look to your saviour, Alex Reed, holding a faintly smoking PLS in one hand and a frying pan in the other. "I don't think that that thing was food. I was just in the science lab, and scanners indicated there to be an unidentifiable lifefrom on board. Something about it makes it hard for the computers to indentify its exact location, but I could see it was in the galley area. Good thing I came in here to check it out. And haven't you seen any of the alien movies?! I think that it might be able to sense things in our memory that scare us, and might react instinctevly by morphing into their appearence; why it looked identicle to an exenomorph egg. C'mon, lets get after it before it can cause any more trouble!"
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