Outbreak Origins

Klaxons blared as all squadrons geared up for rapid mobilization.

....Priority alerts from Venkman herself signalled another grim discovery - outpaced infection projections correlated with the shocking emergence of colossal Never Seen mega-beasts.

......Jiro strapped on positron gauntlets leading his strike team towards awaiting Ventrax transports while listening to mission briefing updates:

"Intercept trajectory mapping from latest cryptid raid originating Quadrant 6 targeted an abandoned genetics research facility.

If Hostiles secured proprietary assets from sublevel vaults, we lost.

You must achieve total containment via any means necessary - we cannot risk whatever evolutionary accelerants produced these unprecedented threats falling into enemy claws.

Expect fierce resistance!"

Jiro shouted the final weapons check and then braced for violent drops through the war-torn atmosphere.

Minutes later their ships hovered at steep angles circling above the partially collapsed facility.

Peering intently at holo-scans for any signs of activity,

Jiro noted unusual electromagnetic interference - something down below was still drawing significant power.

He guessed whoever this place's original researchers were probably tried counter-acting initial contamination waves when pandemics first swept these cities

...desperate last stands to barricade treasures or destroy demons typically ended badly once Protean overran victims’ frantic attempts hiding shocking secrets.

His second-in-command Lt Zuri signaled she found a radiation-shielded emergency exit hatch left accessible.

Jiro nodded assent then led the Alpha team infiltrating down stairwells into lightless lower depths.

Door emblems for 'Project Ascension - Authorized Genetics Personnel Only' implied humanity played god here once in apocalyptic times.

Booting an ancient terminal, Jiro accessed partially corrupted records detailing radical efforts to rewrite human genome limitations through recombinant DNA alchemical tech only madmen or geniuses would dare administer.

Further revelations awakened his worst fears...

Buried chapters referenced "EVE" - an embryonic incubation vault storing base sequences for advanced human engineering.

Jiro realized securing those pure original bio-samples was this raid's obvious jackpot.

If hostiles scratched the motherlode, Neo-human troops engineered to resist even Protean's infinite mutations could become unstoppable conquerors.

Glorious dreams of such flawless immortal flesh must have blinded researchers to unforeseen consequences once initial outbreaks flooded facilities with infected personnel.

Ironically their obsessions birthed the monstrous horrors now shadowing civilizations’ twilight years.

With vengeance no hindsight could extinguish driving them onwards, Jiro led his squads deeper into the haunted house of human hopes and horrors...

Levels below passed restricted laboratories filled with overrun experiments.

Grotesque remnants of engineered species that once promised to deliver humanity from pain and limitations are now encased in thick crystallized tombs serving only as feeding chambers sustaining newer generations.

Jiro tried blocking mental images of whatever hellish progenitor originally spawned raiding beasts.

Focus fixated on preventing additional assets from being hijacked in the endless warring to dominate fragile Earth.

Approaching EVE’s fortified location,

Jiro spotted shattered enforcer droids who failed to prevent initial containment breaches.

Burnt-out security terminals told tales of frantically trying to lockdown priceless samples even as officers warned about rapidly spreading contamination before Biotoxin scrubbers choked out their last dying gasps.

Nothing stopped determined infiltration...except possibly whatever monsters had been unleashed responsive to those unauthorized lab activations.

Jiro reluctantly said prayers even warmongering fools didn’t fully merit such infernal endings.

His squad approached ground zero cautiously watching photonicenergy fields scanning for abnormal activity, knowing stationary force bubbles were designed to trap biomass threats seeking escape.

Instead, squad scanners suddenly screamed detecting violently swaying entity readings beyond VisualID recognition parameters and charging straight towards them!

Jiro’s eyes widened in disbelief as Vyper rifles futilely emptied against the raging beast's impenetrable dermal layers now bounding upon them.

He screamed “Shield Formation” too late before iron claws swiped down instantly killing 60% of the personnel.

Rallying the battered survivors into emergency defence posture protecting their six, Jiro spotted the frothing maw of evolution’s latest twisted progeny howling triumph.

Mental stratagems cycled wildly assessing hideous features trying to identify a weak spot in the writhing mass of claws, fangs, spiked tentacles and worse.

Death already scored enough victories on this bitter day. Eyes darting rapidly, at last Jiro targeted the pulsing fluid tubules clustered around what seemed a rudimentary spinal nerve harness.

Gambling their final options, Jiro selected a risky BurnCard modification activating the incendiary plasma casters. Deafening shrieks echoed as blistering heat erupted pointblank catching monstrous bulk vulnerable by surprise.

As smouldering ichor sprayed the enclosed environment, Lt Zuri verified threat signatures fading while Jiro anxiously scored flesh piles seeking precious sample procurement.

To his horror and fury, not a single trace element of deliberate design could be proven present.

Desperate, Jiro scanned for legacy DNA traces proving at least initial incubations were stored intact before whatever accelerated birthing intervention produced this atrocity.

Zuri solemnly shook her helmet pronouncing EVE’s vault registering zero residual bio-markers in emptied gestation tanks.

Jiro slammed blood-smeared palms against iron doors. Once certain motherlode promises are stolen, only damned offspring are birthed.

Sanctified futures disintegrated as runaway sins of past arrogance yielded today’s mindless destruction.

Mourning all their slain, Jiro declared this cursed mausoleum site be razed immediately.

No amount of cleansing flame could burn away the acidic realization that forces once summoned in secret chambers refused containment by feeble jailers pretending control.

Whatever profane Progenitor intelligence-directed enemies must have breached earlier than assumed. All squads live or dead now raced against its endless hunger draining creation’s order into chaos.

Jiro swore this infernal hunt would never cease while one enemy marauder or its Maker’s miscreation still drew infected breath across the Earth.

May retribution come fierce as merciless tidal waves erase toxic tidal shores.

No future worth saving ever emerges from cursed pasts until their recoiling sins get wholly scoured off creation’s slate ...