[Anyways...time to kick up the
fun]
Jerald walks along the moss covered corridors searching for the Power Generators chamber. As Jerald goes deeper into the facility, the air seems to get more and more damp. Droplets of water start to crawl down his visor. The hallways are packed with mounds of green fungi that ooze a dank, mucky liquid. Alien plants hang from every surface, whipping softly against Jerald's suit as he makes his way through the jungle like corridors. Some of these plants seem to have...eyes...but Jerald doesn't sit around to inspect that. He power walks forwards until he reaches a massive set of blast doors, ripped from their sockets and sprawled against the outside walls. A faint whirring sound can be heard from inside the room. The generator panel glows with a dim light. Upon further inspection something seems to have gotten stuck inside the main exhaust vent. The residue cannot be ejected thus the engine automatically ceased it's action. There's a metal leader leading to the vent entrance but the vent itself is massive and may need climbing equipment to traverse and find the blockage.
Adam's been slashing his way through the forest like tunnels, at points the walls seem to be penetrated wholly by wood branches and other incredible plants. Some of which seem to feed on insects that crawl in and out of the fungus mounds. He finds the Lucius Bubble control room. Room packed with hundreds of interfaces, calculators, diagram screens, percentages, demography, biosphere development and other technical instruments. In the middle of the room there seems to be a black block, unknown symbols and deep creases running along it's surface. Adam taps the block and it sounds quite thick. At this point he also notices that the tiles beneath the artifact seems to be shattered.
Dubnus begins stuffing one of the backpacks with the items found. He grabs about five tasers and six batons and throws them in one of the backpacks and then takes another backpack to fill it with the more interesting things. The helmet, the drill,the flashlight and... He grabs one of the spheres and his right index finger is immediately cut off as four jagged blades begin sprawling along the surface of the circle. Dubnus cries in pain as another blade impales itself through the middle of his hand. Dubnus frantically tries to shake the contraption out of his hand but to no use, it awkwardly remains spinning, blades still slashing along the surface of the object. Dubnus' hand turns in little more than a bloody chump of hanging flesh before the sphere falls to the floor with a TUNK. The blades retract and the sphere turns as smooth and harmless as before. Dubnus kneels in pain across the pool of blood on the floor, trying to not lose consciousness
Ignis weaves at the man that is seemingly rushing at him. The man seemingly slows down and weaves back. He approaches Ignis. "Hoy, whatshh your bushinish down shere ?" Ignis tilts his head awkwardly. "Bliz, I think he's friendly." The miner raises and eyebrow at you. "Who arsh you takinhg to maith ?" Ignis puts on a smug smile. "Oh, I didn't introduce him. Sir, meet Bliz." says Ignis, making a *voila* gesture. The miner sighs frustrated and extends a hand. "Namesh Wilde Athshon." Ignis embraces the man's hand. "Ignis Drake. Good to meet you." the technician pauses for a second before continuing. "So what's going on here ?" the man raises his drill proudly. "We mihne ! My colleaguesh are upshtaish if you want to meeth them." Ignis bows his head curiously. Does this man really not know what happen ?
Rex and Dutch seem to be having a hard time with gathering any sorts of information. The information contained within the AI's memory are either not up to the date or there are no other. There's been no report of clouds akin to this, nor any report of something bizarre happening. Rex is not exactly sure about the atmosphere. The AI says that it's possible for it to be analyzed and it's even better if it could analyze it NOW, when the cloud is still raging over the colony. But is it worth the gamble ? "So...anyways, who are you ?" asks Dutch, voice roughed by too much drinking. "We are the technicians sent to solve the communication and well..other problems this colony may have." Dutch laughs. "We have no communication problems son ! The radios are up and working plus the desk would have notified me." "What ?" asks Rex, stupefied "PoE has not heard from you for months. What the fuck is wrong with you guys ? The check is mandatory." Dutch raises to his feet. "Wow wow, we sent the check and you responded every fucking time !" Rex also raises to his feet slightly panicked. "The fuck ? Then why were we sent here?" Dutch grimaces and responds. "That's where I was going, there's no report of you getting here. The landing tower communication had no encounter in years."
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