Take up a firing position, point the rifle directly down the hall.
You point your rifle down the hall, right at the door.
"No markings on the containers. Very suspicious, I think. Probably something shady or dangerous. Nothing good colonists should get mixed up with."
Examine discarded plastic. Does it look like it might have been used to prevent fragile objects from breaking during transport? Say, something made of glass?
You pick up some of the plastic wrap and look at it,trying to pull it apart with your hands. It's fairly strong stuff but the sheets left laying around here that aren't torn completely to shreds are fairly large, and the pallets of remnants of plastic wrap on them. Chances are this platic wrap was just used to hold smaller containers on these pallets.
"What is that?" Feyri asked, proceeding in front of Miyamoto.
Go and examine sterilization room. No residue or any other substance on the floor, walls or ceiling?
Feyri, you've seen the map Right? Been posted a few times.
You're in the hanger. The sterilization room is all the way on the other side, through loading and unloading and temporary storage. So what you're telling me is that you want to completely abandon your team and run, blindly, through half the level, ignoring anything you see along the way, until you reach that room?
"alright, next room"
follow Flint. Keep gun shouldered and look around for anything out of place
((@ tiruin, sterilization is still a long way off, if i read the map correctly))
You follow flint.
"Well, nothing useful here. Proceeding with the objective."
Check the loading and unloading room for danger. Then check for anything interesting or valuable.
You head toward the Loading and unloading area. It's not a separate building so much as an extension of the hanger, a massive catwalk coated alcove where mechanical limbs on the floor unload shipping containers and passengers spill out onto waiting walkways before being lead to quarantine housing to wait for admission into the colony.
And it is far from pristine. The ship in the arms of the cradle seems looks as though it's been gutted; it's cargo bays in the hull lie open and shipping containers have spilled out and piled pell-mell on the ground. Thick gashes with partially melted edges criss-cross the ship seemingly randomly and the entrance hatch on the side of the ship, as well as part of the catwalk leading to it, have been blown apart and scorched black.
Bodies in civilian space suits litter the ground near the shipping containers and the catwalks around the ship, bodies with limbs severed, bodies cloven in half or even with just glancing cuts, killed by vacuum and cold. Adults and children, garish in bright, easily visible orange with dark pools of flash frozen blood beside them or crusting railings and walls where it solidified instantly. It is all beginning to melt now that heat and air have returned, faint dripping of thawing blood filling the otherwise silent place.
((Did Steve respond? I asked him a question but it wasn't bolded. No matter- I'll just try again.))
"Glorious Steve, can you hear us?"
Ask, then fall in with Milno on the approach to the doors.
No response. You swallow and fall in line with milno. Perhaps this place is more unholy then you imagined.