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[IamanElfCollaborator]

rip ashley

[SOLDIER First]

"Yes, because, as you know, enemies that are able to shapeshift tend to make one very paranoid whenever a group of people appears spontaneously on your base of operations."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Have we confirmed if any of them are Trespassers?"

[SOLDIER First]

"We aren't dead yet."
Wilson attempts to snuggle Yamal once more, but ends up sliding behind her instead.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

".....actually, you have a point. If they wanted to kill us, knowing what Trespassers are, they wouldn't have come in those forms."

[SOLDIER First]

"THANK you."

[Projeck37]

Penelope notices some gas coming out from an airduct above her.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

penelope stabs the vent repeatedly, then has the vent exploded into pieces
Penelope looks up.

[USEC_OFFICER]

She would probably at some point happen upon Kyle who's looking slightly miffed at the lack of people selling resonate ender or any other dimensional wall weakening material.

Alice nods at Kyle, "Greetings. Who are you? What is going on here?"

"Yeah, they make you pretty dead. And then they steal your DNA."

Alice sweats.

[Projeck37]

Well, there's yellow gas. She thinks she recognizes it.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Penelope raises an eyebrow, before sniffing it. Despite this normally being a bad idea, she doesn't seem affected by it at all, except by her scrunching her lips with displeasure.
"Hello?"

[kj1225]

Kyle looks around before shrugging.
"I'm Kyle. I'm a Interdimentional scientist. As for what's happening... fuck if I know. I'm just looking for some material to get a portal on the ship I'm staying on up to code. Seriously, thing is unsafe as fuck, bound to tear a chunk out of the hull at some point."
He sighs at the lack of professional portal parts salesmen.

[Projeck37]

"Where... Am I?"
A familiar voice through what seems to be a mask of sorts.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Penelope raises an eyebrow.
"....speak of the devil. Contagion?"

[Projeck37]

Contagion punches through the vent, crouching on the floor as the vent cover clatters.
"You... The... Reporter. The one I saved from the train car."