DrakeZero/DMX RP (Dead Space)

[DragonMasterX]

Michael stood up, still considerably shaky from the sudden intrusion. He was glad it wouldn't show thanks to his RIG's helmet, Drake apparently liked to poke fun at him, and he was glad another reason wouldn't be given.

Catching up to Drake's walk, Michael looked around, then he quickly remembered their comm-links, "Hey, Drake, just a sec. I think we should contact the people inside before walking in anywhere here. Look," he said, pointing over at a domed facility not very far from their current location, it looked like some sort of green house, and currently lots of visibly yellow gas had taken its insides.

Nodding to his superior, even if he wouldn't listen, Michael put a hand to the side of his helmet and began trying to look for a radio signal to be able to speak with anyone from the colonies, "Excavation Team Beta 9, Class C Miner Michael Williams. My superior and I heard and watched a lot of explosions from the colony. Is everyone okay?" he asked, then realized how redundant he had sounded.

As Michael walked around a few desolate parts of the colony's outer cabins, he idly walked, waiting for a response, a sudden hiss alerting him as a shadow went by an open window of a nearby cabin. He gasped, feeling his heart pace pick up as he tried looking left and right but saw nothing, "M-must be my nerves..." he said to himself.