A talking raccoon carrying a gun. Beckett considered it a mark of her ability to adjust that the sight neither gave her pause or confusion - at least on the outside. From her position in what she'd quietly began calling The Hub (in a nod to the universe she'd fallen in to, naturally) she had watched the animal - though she supposed, like Cosmo, he was indeed a person - discharge several rounds while calling out for someone named Six.
What that meant, who that was, she didn't know, but a quick switch of cameras, a few typed commands by of the security officers on his keyboard, and she quickly understood what he was shooting at. "Are those....." Kate asked, eyebrows wrinkling together, mouth falling open slightly as one bloody, gnarled human corpse shuffled into the view of the camera, teeth bared and eyes empty, "...zombies," she breathed, allowing herself five seconds to absorb the new reality, and five more to tamp down on the thousands of questions and the rush of panic that came with it.
Zombies weren't real, but they were another thing in a growing list that could happen here. Talking animals, super powers, aliens, vampires, wizards - it kept growing and Kate kept rolling with the punches, issuing orders for security measures to lock down the mechanical areas of the ship, to bar access to the city that had been built at its center unless you had the required security clearance to enter.
And then she reached for her comm with one hand, and a gun with the other, shouldering the strap of the rifle across her chest and ignoring the twinge of panic at having such a large barrel pressed against her skin. Undoubtedly once this was over, her PTSD would come back with a vengeance if her body was already recoiling at even touching a long range weapon, but Kate shook it off, compartmentalized the feeling as she called up those individuals on the ship who had sworn to protect it, and then lifted the comm to her mouth for a ship-wide broadcast.
"This is Comrade Beckett, Head of Security for this ship. It would appear that we have been boarded by some individuals who are up to no good. For your safety, I am going to ask that all refugees remain inside their homes, with doors locked, and that all ship personnel either avoid the city or find a safe place to wait out this current problem. The city is blocked off to only a select number until this threat has been resolved in order to keep the threat contained. Enforcement personnel should keep their comms on and be ready to move to action if called upon. Thank you."
With that final word, Kate stepped from the bustling command center, shooting an order over her shoulder that the door be locked behind her, and directly onto the elevator that, within moments had her on street level facing Mar-Vell Memorial Park and the source of all the commotion - including the sounds of gun fire.
'Cosmo', Kate let the name of her boss swim to the front of her mind as she darted across the street, eyes peeled for zombie, raccoon or civilian, 'How the hell do you even kill a zombie?" It was an honest question, and she hoped the answer was lots and lots of bullets, but she didn't know. She'd never paid attention to Castle when he'd gone on and on about zombies and their coming apocalypse, hadn't managed to watch a single episode of 'The Walking Dead' with him.
There was something painfully ironic about it now, when she was running straight towards a hoard of them.