I own a sryinge gun laced with calyxanide for Submarine Defense since thats what the founding doctors intended.
Four husks break into my operating room, "What the wartrauma?" i shout as I put on my health scanner and medical bandolier.
I shoot at one of them, he is dead on the spot.
I draw my prototype revolver on the second one, the recoil from the 12.7mm round makes me miss and I nail the captain's pet mudraptor 2 walls away instead.
I have to resort to the 40mm Nuclear grenades I looted off our cryogenically asleep security officer, mounted the room above.
The blast from the detonation punches a hole in the submarine, neutralizing two of them, as I rush the last husk in my PUCS PLUS, europan handshake in hand.
His corpse starts floating from the water, unable to do anything because Morbusine wounds are unfixable.
Just as the Founding Doctors intended.