[Untitled] Chapter 1: Ignorance Part I

Robert Scott and his crew were unique, mostly linked by one thing, but none knew what that was. Scott was lounging in his captain's chair of Spacecraft Zulu whilst throwing questions at the interesting newcomer of the ship.
"What are you in for?" He scratched his thin gray beard with a smug smile to show that he was friendly. He asked that specific question because most of the crew - not all, but most - were either exempt from some form of military, or had no place to live what-so-ever.
"I'd prefer not to say," The newcomer replied as he stared into Scott's green eyes with his hazel. The newcomer's eyes were teary, as if he were about to cry.
"Okay," Scott was kind of stricken with shock by the reply. "And, sir, I think I missed your name."
"Alan Warick."
"Ah, peaceful enough. I hope to say that you'll enjoy it here on Zulu."
"Hope I will, and great respect to you, sir."
"No, you don't need to have respect for me, I am just an old fool who rose through the ranks over time."
"No, sir, I can see it in you, you are n-" In an instant, the noise of an object colliding with metal grating cut Warick off.
"What the hell was that?" Scott freaked, He wasn't one to get unnerved easy, but there was nothing at all that could have fallen against the grated floor in the airlocked cargo room. The cargo room had an airlock shield that allowed objects to pass through at any given moment, but kept needed gases inside. If anything, it was some sort of debris that flew into the airlock shield.
Warick and Scott went to check it out. The halls were cold and dark, nothing was lit, it was as if it were the dead of night. When they reached the cargo room, the lights were flickering as if there were some sort of interruption in the energy flow. Two of the crates had been moved from their original resting place - must have been struck by the object. And smack dead in the center of the room was no doubt the obvious debris. It was a dead body, but it didn't seem to have died from suffocation.
Scott was unafraid after he saw the corpse, in fact, he went over to check out the body of the damned. He slowly reached down and touched the damn thing's soft skin. But, of course, worst came to worse when the corpse's hands grew short, ice-like energy substances shaped like cones, and stabbed the captain in the abdominal cavity. The thing quickly pulled out, leaving absolutely no wound. It dropped the body of the captain as it stared Warick straight in the eyes, unsettling his nerves. Warick took a step back, frightened, and in that same moment, the creature charged at him on all fours. Of course, then Warick had no choice but to run.
On his way to the armory it kept his tail the entire time, but he knew it was toying with him because that thing was faster than any human could imagine. While taking a pump-action shotgun off of the top shelf, he heard a banging at the locked and armored door. He knew not to open it, because anyone of importance would have the code to the lock......