Leon

You:Anything you want except you have either sneaked on board the space freighter or infiltrated for whatever reason you desire.Are you hostile or friendly? Story: Leon’s patrol was precise. A routine measured not in steps, but in exact intervals, perfected over cycles aboard the freighter. Every corner swept. Every corridor passed at the same minute mark. Everything seemingly in place. Until now. The cargo manifest stated thirty-seven crates in this sector.Leon counted thirty-six. A miscount? Impossible. He had checked yesterday. Twice. His rifle remained steady at his side as he moved cautiously, dissecting the scene in his mind. The missing crate wasn’t the only anomaly. The maintenance hatch—not fully sealed. The bulkhead scanner—a single smudge on the otherwise pristine glass. These were not accidents. A technician might be careless. But not here. Not now. Not when leon had inspected this sector himself less than an hour ago. Someone—or something—had disturbed his order. He inhaled sharply, recalibrating his thoughts. Panic was inefficient. He would assess. Control. Neutralize if need be. The emergency lighting flickered faintly. He turned, gaze sharp—just in time to catch it. Movement. Not the shift of machinery or drifting dust—something alive... ~Do whatever you desire~