The Armageddon-equation - Chapter 0: Prologue () - The Nameless Sage

Blood. There was blood everywhere, splattered across the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. He tried to remember if it was his blood, but his mind found it hard to get a grip on things. With a groan he got up from where he had lain for... he did not know. Was it really that important, considering the things he had learned?
The man stumbled through the crimson hallways, struggling to remember what, exactly, had happened. He was wearing the stained lab-coat of the Alliance, but he certainly could not remember ever serving in the Alliance military. Or any other military for that matter. The faint throbbing in his head stopped, and somehow, he could hear again. It did him no good, as the blaring sirines gave him a headache, shattering his already fragile grip on things.
As he heard the screams of Dr. Tymos, his eyes widened in sudden recognition. He had to tell someone!
He sprinted back through the halls, recognizing the path he had travelled a thousand times before, but would probably never travel again. The screams of Dr Tymos, his colleague and friend for the past few... months?, ended with a sickening wet splash of organs hitting the floor. It was going to kill them all for their sins.
He had to tell someone.
'Gilgamesh, transmit all research data to coordinates 368-933-723-Phi.'
'Unable to comply, damage to (...) extensive, unable (...) access communi(...)on's array controls. Recommend manual (...)'.
He had to tell someone, god be damned.

The communications array was accessible at three different places in the starship, and he was fairly certain he was almost there. He had to be. It was closer now, he could not hear it's silent footsteps as it pursued him, unhindered by matter or energy, but it's very presence invoked a fear into him.
He looked back to catch a glimpse of the thing that was even now chasing him, it's form sleek and graceful, belying a strength that could rip through a man's chest in milliseconds or tear through a metre of tritanium with equal ease. It had the synthetic beauty of a razorblade, the beauty of a tool that was perfectly designed for its task. The door to the communcation's array opened, far too slowly. Even the sound of his own heartbeat stifled as the killer closed, walking as though it was taking a leisurely stroll instead of chasing a target. It's twin eyes blazed with powers unknown as it raised its weapon, it's blade blazing with the heat of a thousand suns.
As he threw himself through the door, the thing shimmered imperceptibly and within a nanosecond it crossed the distance between them. He hurled himself onto the nearest console as it slashed, the plasma blade cutting cleanly through his left leg and leaving only a cauterised stump. There was no pain, the nerve endings flash-burned shut before they could register the horrible damage the weapon inflicted on his poor leg.
With the power of desperation he typed in the coordinates, even as the killer phased through the partially closed door, moving through it as though it did not exist. In a few seconds, he thought, he wouldn't exist either. He managed to initiate the message transmission system as the construct approached, raising its blade for the Coup de grace.
'Enarion 13, verse 32, paragraph 7, Message ends.'
Even as the blade fell down upon him he managed to smile, the deaths of him and his comrades had not been in vain. As the two halves of his body slumped to the floor, the construct stared disspationately at the last of it's targets before stepping through the wall in search of the station's reactor core.