You board the abandoned UNCS ship, your wits about you, looking for the source of the distress signal. Keeping your weapon close, you scan your surroundings from top to bottom, side to side. It’s dark, prompting you to use some sort of light.

Corpses liter the interior of the ship, mounds of ooze like puss fester in the corners and walls.

It’s then you see it, a Spartan… but… something’s off… He shambles idly in the dark hall, the once glorious Spartan now turned to a Mangled, Mutated Mass.