Now, this is a tale from the far reaches of Baystation, onboard the SEV Torch.
It had been a quiet shift, everyone was either talking or working, the poor janitor had been attempted murdered by the mime, but survived and the mime was swiftly arrested.
Everything seemed fine, except...
The mime had been a mere puppet for something far worse, a mindslave trying to fulfill his masters impossible wishes.
That master were currently loading a revolver in a dark spot.
Loaded and with spare ammo, he hid the gun in his pocket, the joys of holdout weapons, and continued towards the brig, intent on retriving his puppet.
The first officer got a single shot on him, but to no avail, the puppeters work vest deflecting the shot, soon the officer fell on the floor, clutching his wounds as he begged for mercy.
"Please! I surrender! I SURRENDER"
He begged, but the puppeter was already unloading his revolver and putting in new bullets, the pain of a non-removable magazine.
Another officer came rushing to his aid, firing his tazer but missing every shot as the puppeter evaded each shot, continuing to load his revolver.
Aware of the threat, the officer pulled his lasergun instead, took aim and fired....
BOOM
He had hit a transfer valve, causing it to detonate, filling the hallway with smoke and debris, allowing the puppeter to fully load his gun in relative peace.
The puppeter took aim and nailed the officer right in the head, thankfully just a fleshwound, but enough to incapitate him.
Another officer showed up, an unathi, an angry female one armed with a big laser rifle.
The puppeter took aim and nailed her right in the head...
She stumbled, she screamed in pain, but was still standing, the bullet had lodged itself in her snout, the bleeding wound.... Healing, blood drying and clotting, new scales growing..
She took aim and fired, dropping the puppeter with a well aimed shot to the leg.
That day, Alfred learned that Bay Unathi were a tad different from Para.
He lamented his lack of knowledge as he bleed out on the floor...