Chaos King’s Martian Monster Mash and Science Nerd Flirt-Fest

The Rapid Response Tactical Squad, led by Sarge, stormed into the Atrium entrance of the sealed room of the Olduvai Research Facility on Mars, greeted by the eerie hum of a Level 5 quarantine lockdown.

Huddled scientists and staff, pale and twitchy, stared at the armed marines like they'd seen ghosts.

Among them was Dr. Samantha Grimm, a sharp-eyed scientist and sister to John "Reaper" Grimm, tasked with retrieving critical data from the lab's servers.

Samantha locked eyes with Reaper, her brother, and gave a curt nod.

"John." He nodded back, jaw tight. "Sam."

But when she moved to join the mission, Reaper balked. "Not good to take passengers into a code red, Sam. Stay put."

Samantha's eyes flashed. "Excuse me, but I've got orders to pull data from anthropology, forensic archaeology, and genetics from the servers. I was promised a guard who's a science whiz to protect me and the samples. Who's that?"

 Raja stepped forward from the back, flashing a charming smile that could melt steel. "That'd be me, Dr. Samantha. Dr. Rudra D. Raja Kumara, reporting for duty to guard you and your precious samples." His military gear hugged his ripped frame, but his grin was pure playboy.

Samantha blinked, stunned. This guy, with a resume boasting more PhDs than a university faculty, looked like a 20-year-old Indian heartthrob. "I thought you'd be… old. You're, what, 19?"

Raja chuckled, rubbing his neck, a blush creeping in. "Twenty-one, actually. Get that a lot. Dad's a scientist, Mom's special forces—I'm the hybrid. Research is my hobby."

Samantha, intrigued, dove into shop talk, grilling him on biotech and genetics.

Raja matched her, tossing out theories like confetti, their nerdy banter escalating into a full-on science flirt-fest.

The team gaped, jaws slack. Reaper twitched, his brotherly instincts screaming.

Sarge, unimpressed, barked, "Lovebirds, save the research date for after the mission!"

Samantha froze, blushing crimson, while Raja saluted, "Yes, Sarge," his grin unapologetic.

MAYA: "Master, you're turning a quarantine zone into a rom-com lab!"

Sarge cut through the tension. "Dr. Grimm, Cormack's lab complex—three sections. What are they for?"

Samantha, recomposing, replied, "Archeology, genetics, and weapons research."

 Portman, the squad's resident creep, sidled toward her, but Raja loomed behind, eyes narrowing.

"Don't," he growled, his menace chilling. Portman backed off, hands up.

Raja, unfazed, pressed Samantha. "Weapons research—testing unknown tech on a dead planet. Smart move, Doc. Related to Cormack's work?"

Samantha shook her head. "No, we're primarily archaeology. Cormack's research isn't weapons-focused."

Sarge, scanning the room, asked, "How many were inside during lockdown?"

Samantha answered, "Six on Cormack's team, before the lockdown we got call from a carbon dating lab phone went offline after sometime."

"Any intel from it?" Sarge pressed.

Samantha played a recording from the phone—blood-curdling screams mixed with a guttural growl that made Kid flinch.

The team exchanged grim looks, piling into the sealed area's lift, Raja sticking close to Samantha like a knight in tactical gear.

 Sarge radioed Pinky, the twitchy technician. "Pinky, ins and outs of this place?"

Pinky's voice crackled, "Airlock 4's the only way in or out. Cormack's lab is isolated, locked tight."

Sarge divvied up the squad: "Goat and Portman, genetics. Kid and Destroyer, Cormack's office. Reaper and Chaos, keep Dr. Grimm safe on her salvage op. Duke and I hit weapons. Fluorescent markers for cleared rooms."

The teams split, sweeping the facility, marking cleared rooms with glowing chalk.

Kid and Destroyer found a bloodied lab coat, its owner MIA.

Goat and Portman stumbled on an electrified holding cell, its bars sparking ominously.

In the weapons room, Sarge eyed a "Bio Fuel Gun (BFG)" behind a locked case, muttering, "Later."

Meanwhile, Reaper, Raja, and Samantha hit the archeology server room, where fossilized remains of a humanoid Martian mother and child stood under soft lights.

Samantha gestured proudly. "Meet Lucy. Lucy, this is my brother John, another long-lost past."

John stared, jaw tight. "Human remains?"

Samantha corrected, "Humanoid. Lucy and her child are our first major find—we're digging up more daily."

John's face darkened, realization hitting. "You reopened the Dig where Mom and Dad died in that collapse. You're making their mistake!"

Samantha fired back, "And you're a marine chasing death! Don't lecture me!"

Raja, ever the comic, stepped in. "Guys, I'm no shrink, but as a psychology PhD, I suggest a family reunion dinner to hash out your death-wish careers. Mission first, yeah? Doc, what's with these fossils?"

 Samantha and John sighed, glaring, then deflated.

Samantha plugged a pen drive into the system, pulling up Lucy's genetic map.

Raja whistled, "Twenty-four chromosome pairs. Humans have 23."

John, stunned, asked, "What's the extra pair do?"

Samantha explained, "Makes them superhuman—strong, fit, hyper-intelligent. Her cells divide 50 times faster, healing instantly. No diseases, viruses, or cancers in her fossil record."

John frowned. "So they were naturally superior?"

Raja cut in, smirking evilly. "Nope. That 24th pair screams bioengineering, systematically administered. Bet that's why the Martians are extinct."

 Samantha and John gaped, blurting, "How'd you know?"

Raja's grin widened. "Superior intelligence, dawg! Doc, one more: did your evil scientist crew recreate that 24th chromosome using Lucy?"

Samantha's face fell, guilt flashing, but before she could answer, Portman's voice crackled over comms: "Movement in Cormack's office!"

Reaper, jaw set, pointed at Raja. "Chaos, keep Sam safe." He bolted, locking the server room.

Samantha, stubborn, slipped out after him, Raja trailing with a sigh. "Doc, I'm your knight, not your babysitter."

The team converged, cornering a figure in a lab room—Dr. Cormack, bloodied, frenzied, clutching a severed human hand in his arm.

Samantha tried to calm him, but he ripped off his own ear, blood spraying, shocking the squad.

Sarge barked, "Raja, get Dr. Grimm and Cormack to the infirmary—now! Portman, Kid, dig in at the airlock. If something bolts, it's yours. Rest of us, find the body that arm came from."

Raja dragged the raving Cormack, Samantha close behind, to the infirmary, where a trembling woman, helped them into the nanite-sealed door, asked about her missing researcher husband.

They strapped Cormack to a stretcher, checking his vitals, but he thrashed, screaming, "Shut it down! It's inside! Fall back!"

His eyes rolled, body shaking. Samantha, pale, glanced at Raja, who raised an eyebrow, Telepathy catching her guilt.

Elsewhere, Reaper and Goat cornered Dr. Oulsan, another frenzied scientist, who'd slaughtered lab animals and was gnawing on their remains. When they called out, Oulsan lunged with a knife, forcing them to gun him down.

As they reported to Sarge, a tall, humanoid monster—muscular, grotesque—bolted past, ripping through a sewer grate.

"Sewer breach!" Reaper yelled, summoning the team.

The squad plunged into the dark, dripping sewers, weapons hot.

Back in the infirmary, Samantha sent the woman to find her daughter, leaving her alone with Cormack's blood sample. The screen flashed "No Blood Match," shocking her—his blood wasn't human. Hearing a noise, she checked the stretcher—Cormack was gone, the straps torn.

Raja, leaning against the wall, smiled slyly. "Seems you guys cooked up some nasty research, Doc. I might need to amp up my game to stay alive."

To Be Continued…