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[OREOSOME]

"I don't know. Never even seen one of them up close, but Lloyd said it involved "molecular rearrangement fields" or something like that."

[Vorthon]

"I once punched my way through a Inaldar strike team. Which isn't as easy it sounds. They may be no bigger than a human, but they've got some kind of tech-induced hivemind. Tenorias' Bloody Maw that was a disturbing fight."

[Twi]

^{"...Sounds like a rather dubious use of energy for a race that needs to run life support for however many years to get between stars... A rather dubious use in general, in fact."}

[Spinal_Taper]

Camille's investigation of the pods reveal them to be empty, but also reveals four letters printed on them. H.R.M.C. Inside, they're plastic, shaped so that nearly any  person could fit inside.

Luca inspects the pods.
"Whoa... I heard of things like this. This one race, the Verkalen, never developed Full-on FTL capable ships, so they instead had ships filled with cryo tech, run by a series of robots."
She shivers.
"Verkalen weaponry, though, was some scary shit. Stuff that turned you into a reactor-grade crystal, and who knows what else."

"Aren't cyro. Those are elsewhere."

Now, Diaena can sense more life. It's incredibly unusual. It feels like countless minds, of different ideals and concepts were all forced into one. And that one is not too happy.

[mcclay]

"ONCE FOUGHT A GROUP OF TAU BATTLESUIT FAGGOTS AT LONG RANGE! I STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN ALL THE SHIT THEY SHOT AT ME WITH THEIR RAILGUNS OUT OF MY ARMOR!"

[Twi]

^{"You know, H.R.M.C could stand for Human Research Medical Center. Probably doesn't, but it's worrying noneth- Wait, these aren't cryo? ...And they look like they'd fit a person, too.  Suddenly, that acronym is a lot more ominous.."}

Maria raises an eyebrow.

"Sir Tyrion, it seems like you know more about this place than you've let on. At least to me, at any rate. Are you familiar with this place, or am I merely imagining things?"

[Cassandra]

She sets her hand on Tyrion's shoulder, sharing the information with him.

[Vorthon]

Kwyk notices the music, her ears perking up.

"Let's continue swapping stories some other time... I hear something."

[Jellycat12]

It sounds like a combination of flutes and drums.

[Vorthon]

"I haven't heard this kind of stuff since I was sent to clear out a Zaheeraban village on Anubis. A client wanted the land, and didn't care if there were any survivors."

[Jellycat12]

As the group passes a bend in the road, they see a small village with houses made of a variety of different materials. Some are made of stone, some of wood, and there are even some on ponds that are made of lilypads.

[Slayerhero90]

"Can we burn it down? This is boring."

[Jellycat12]

A small pair of glowing yellow eyes peers through a window. They quickly vanish.

[Spinal_Taper]

^{"You know, H.R.M.C could stand for Human Research Medical Center. Probably doesn't, but it's worrying noneth- Wait, these aren't cryo? ...And they look like they'd fit a person, too.  Suddenly, that acronym is a lot more ominous.."}

Maria raises an eyebrow.

"Sir Tyrion, it seems like you know more about this place than you've let on. At least to me, at any rate. Are you familiar with this place, or am I merely imagining things?"

"I do know something about this place. Didn't know it was underneath the doors though."

She sets her hand on Tyrion's shoulder, sharing the information with him.

A wave of suprise shoots through Tyrion and he smiles at her.
Thanks.

Tyrion continues looking at one of the pods then steps inside.
"I'll just be a moment."

[Twi]

"Well, tell us."

^{"Or, you know, go try to use the pods. That works too."}