"Hey! You! Stop!" A voice behind you calls. You turn around slowly and see a figure running toward you. It's dark, and the figure is completely black in shadow.
"Who is that?" You call out as you reach for your PLS. A stowaway? Could be, or it could be a crewmember, but you don't want to take any chances. The power in engineering went out and now you got stuck trying to fix it. It would be really bad to be attacked now. "Where's my PLS?" You whisper as you pat your side, finding no weapons.
The figure is still coming closer.
"Stop! Who's there?" You yell, "I've got a PLS, don't come any closer!"
The figure stops. "It's me, Captain Marlson. Who are you?"
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