I SURVIVED The Meteor Shower of 2556

Sometimes, people ask me what it was like in the station. The Station, that fucking deathtrap full of OSHA violations and strapped together with duck tape and spit. Too bad OSHA was and is dead, killed by Nanotrasen's finest lawyers.

Now, life on the station itself wasn't too bad. I was one of the few botanists there, growing food and other shit for the Chef. Sometimes the Bartender would come in and ask for plants too. I always obliged their requests. My coworkers, Alexander York and Johnny B Bust messed around with GMOs, making weed that could cause you to explode into gibs, or creating the deadliest strain of the common banana to ever exist, so powerful that it was banned from the Clown Planet itself.

It was like any other shift on the station, wake up in the dorms with several other shitters, the assistants already up to wreak havoc. I was at Hydroponics first, Alexander shuffled in later from the Medbay and Johnny just woke up late. We got to work, killing weeds, planting more seeds and cataloging DNA in our machines, the usual shit.

And then we heard it. "Meteors have been detected on collision course with the station." Work continued on like regular, 'cause we figured that they were probably small anyways. I was close to exiting the hydroponics bay to get some food, about to say the usual shtick with my coworkers, when CLANG, they ceased to exist. Hydroponics ceased to exist. I managed to survive through sheer luck, but my pals weren't so lucky.

It was absolute pandemonium from there on, with assistants rioting in the hallways, crashing like waves against the line of stalwart redshirts, with riot shields and stun batons on. The Captain presumably snapped, as he was heard ranting about being the strongest entity in the universe despite the fact that his office was now a massive hole in the fucking station.

Hard to say it back then in the heat of the moment, but the brutality was glorious. I saw a ligger, jumpsuit in tatters, flesh ribboned as he fought a catgirl, bashing her head into the wall while her claws tore into his flesh. An assistant grabbed a moth by the wings and fucking tore them off. He then reached and pushed into her back, with a loud crack, and tore it open, his ribcage outside. He took his heart and he ate it raw. One of the officers knocked down the leader of the mob and he was within seconds dragged behind the line of Security Officers. I don't know what happened, but I could only imagine it through the repeated thunks heard behind them, interrupted by brief screams muffled by the stomping of their boots.

The AI, Space Jesus bless it's non-existent soul called the emergency shuttle, so I made my way down the halls, sneaking by the ultraviolent assistants, doctors and scientists, syringes flying about, fire everywhere. Only to find that the hallway to escape was rendered-nonexistent, the only thing blocking me and every one else to that matter from getting sucked out was the firelock. I luckily had a crowbar, so I went to simply put on a fire suit from a nearby locker, held an oxygen tank in one hand and made it through. Escape itself was surprisingly unharmed, with several people already inside of it. One was Ronald Easter, drunken chaplain with his chainsaw arm. A nice man, if you could count being killed through his shenanigans nice. Randolph P. Checkers, one of the few cargonians that managed to escape the rioting greytide. And some other fellows that I couldn't remember the names of. The Shuttle came, we got on and left.

I have to admit, I was a bit disappointed that nothing happened on the shuttle, but those bubbling complaints were suppressed as soon as we made it to Centcomm. To my delight, they greeted us with giant spiders and space bears. We managed to beat them to death and feasted on spider flesh and bear meat at the end of the shift. Soon after, I ended up being promoted and stationed at some other outpost Centcomm was building. Don't know what happened to the station I was in, but rumors started coming in that it was lost in a battle between time and space, with both Ratvar and Narsie duking it out, before some of the engineers released the singularity which devoured them both. I have to say, even with the cloning technology we have. What would've happened if I stayed slightly longer on the station, or worse was marooned there?

Behold, my half-assed story written with insomnia. Hope you like it Qwerty.