"Well, team," you begin, but something's wrong. There's a scratch in the back of your throat and a queesy feeling in your stomach. You recognize that you feel like you may vomit, but it comes on faster than you could have planned. Bile erupts from your mouth. Everybody watching gasps in disgust. Then you can see them: tiny little larva in your vomit, wriggling around. Something managaed to infect you while you were in the sterility of cold sleep. You don't have much time to think about that, though, as you have more vomiting to do. Soon the rest of the crew is at it, as well. It seems you've all been infected by the same strange space bug, and it doesn't look like things are slowing down. You watch in horror as the torso of one of your crewmates splits open, tiny bugs swarming out everywhere. You're spared having to see that again, thankfully, as it happens to you second.