DEEP VOID, DARK BLOOD

Previously

…He turned and began to walk back towards the airlock, the crimson dust clinging to his boots, a grim testament to the horrors he had witnessed. He was a hunter, yes, but the prey had changed. It was no longer just flesh and blood. It was something that bled the void itself, and left a stark warning in its wake. The void, he thought, was indeed deep. And the blood, it seemed, was very, very dark. The mission had just begun, and already, the taste of it was acrid on his tongue, mingling with the metallic tang of that infernal dust.