Allow myself to be guided into the quarters.
Vincent quickly guides you past Perrin and Aneos and into the airlock of the Quarters. He touches a switch and the door closes behind you and locks. The small chamber pressurises and your helmet immediately implodes and the glass from your visor blasts into your face. [6] Luckily you close your eyes in time and most of the shards harmlessly bounce off of your skin. A few pieces lodge themselves into your cheeks and forehead but its nothing serious. You stagger inside and fall to your knees, gulping mouthfuls of air and savouring every last wisp of oxygen.
Get inside the quarters along with the others once everyone is ready.
The first door vents and opens and you walk into the airlock. The chambers seals, cycles, and you step inside. Jim is sitting against the wall on the far side of the room picking glass out of his face through what is left of his visor and Vincent is leaning against the wall in his suit, apparently just standing around. Jim seems quite haggard from his near death experience and looks up at you.
How the fuck did Perrin manage to punch me in the face?Goes into quarters.
We should move Jim and Jay indoors, guys.
Arriving in the Quarters, you see the rest of the guys milling about and watch them. Jim looks worn and rather pissed as he pulls shard after shard of glass from his suit. Vincent and Aneos are looking around the place. There doesn't seem to be any furnishings whatsoever, but there is plenty of room for the five of you. Wait a minute.. One.. Two.. Three.. Four…. You slap the front of your helmet.
Shit! We forgot Jay!Vincent continues helping Jim inside, and then sets up his lab to study the centipede sample, also maybe get some practice with Damien's old gun by shooting some of the rocks outside is there's time.
Glancing around the Quarters, you find a suitable space to set down your lab equipment in the corner of the room. There isn't very much at all. You place in the corner your handheld material scanner, a small chemistry set for testing acidic and other properties of fluidic, solid, and gaseous materials, and finally your precious electric micro-monocular. You check your scanner and look up the progress of the sample scan.
Scanner:
Sample Scan….Designation: 'Lava-Pede'….
Progress….32.9871%….33.5643%….33.8766….You flick the screen off and set it down. Standing up, you rummage through your pack and draw from it Damien's Ballistic Pistol and look it over, considering trying it out. Then you remember how cold it got outside. You don't want to head back out there unless you really need to, so you return the weapon to your pack. Its too bad the holster got torched along with its owner.
Be comatose.
You lie on the ground. Its pretty cold.