You don't so much palm the door to the hallway open than you punch it off it's hinges. You storm to the door to the observatory and, a little more calmly this time, palm open the door.
You see a counter marked CHECK-IN to your RIGHT, and you go wait there.
You aren't very sure what to do, so you decide to ask the computer.
Daniel: Construct. How do I check in?
?: I would prefer if you called me by my name, Pluto.
Daniel: Fair enough. Pluto, how do I check in?
Pluto: Simply palm the kiosk next to the counter to begin.
You are a little bit confused, but you palm the kiosk anyway. The ground underneath you begins turning, and all of a sudden you are inside of the kiosk.
?: Performing ocular identity scan...
Daniel: Huh?
?: Subject not viable for ocular scan, performing fingerprint scan. Please place your thumb on the device in front of you.
Daniel: Okay...
?: Verifying...
?: Passenger-ship status verified.
The kiosk opens up, and as you step out a small drawer next to it pops open. However, you are more interested in the fact that your little spin venture is re-awaking your nausea. You vomit on the floor once again, and your headache comes back with a vengeance.
You examine the drawer, and it appears to contain a blue jumpsuit. You put it on, and it adjusts to comfortably fit you. The jumpsuit has several pockets that a ll o w y o u to co m f o rt-
You... have trouble... maintaining focus... on...
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=====You relieved to run to the safety of a bunker, and you slide down the wall and collapse to the floor. Shimshon crouches on the ground next to you, holding a small automatic firearm. As you try to catch your breath, he starts talking to someone else in a language you don't understand. You can only catch a few words, as you spend a lot of time around Shimshon, who speaks fluent Russo-common, but there's only one word you care about.
демон. Daemon. The official name given to this phenomenon is Cherubim, for what reason, no one knows. Certainly not you, the Cherubim are holy constructs, not these... creatures. There are no pictures, no official reports, only depictions, and conjecture. No one knows where they come from. The only thing known about them is that they herald death for anyone on the planet they visit.
It's safe to say you are thoroughly scared right now.
Shimshon starts shouting. He's s a ying t ha t t...
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=====You wake up to the feeling of cold steel pressed against your cheek. You stand up. Apparently, you just passed out for no reason. In any case, the only change to the room is that the lights are out, and there is a faint red glow pervasive throughout the room.
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