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Post by Tycho Kalhalati on May 5, 2023 23:05:42 GMT
Lemon's deadpan expression made the Vlaka chuckle a little more and shake his head, receiving the message loud and clear. Time to focus up.
Adjusting his rig's radio to the proper frequency and donning his own gas mask, he paused for a moment when reaching to unholster his handgun again- looking down at the little .45 Auto kinetic, running all the suppositions through in his head again, and suddenly finding himself doubting how effective this thing would be. It was gingerly put away and replaced with the beloved RT-46, the bulky handcannon whining to life in the uneasy silence. He passed a nod to Eresh and fell in behind the others, bringing up the rear as they continued along.
He tried not to look at the splattering on the walls, once more of it became visible. Too many familiar images of the same stuff splattered across asphalt, too strong a smell not to evoke nausea. He backed into the lift without a word, quietly wondering much the same thing as Queen.
The lift jolted a moment before descending, the journey smoothing in the transit as it went on. Silence otherwise, the lighting flickering in and out as their descent continued.
Minutes stretched on, until the lift suddenly halted and the lights blinked out, this time not coming back on. The only light from the lift itself was the glow of the control panel and several display indicators around the chamber of the lift.
"Error. Error. Primary transportation system failure. Contact site maintenance for repairs and restoration. Please await assistance from site nineteen security personnel."
The automated voice would repeat the alert. In the glow of the control panel and the various displays still operational, the lift doors could be seen, as well as the escape hatch at the top of the chamber. And they all knew that no one would be coming to assist them out.
Queen looked upwards to see the escape hatch and contemplated reaching for it. She didn't want to put her group in jeopardy, but at the same time it had to be abundantly clear they couldn't remain in here.
"Well, we could stay in here and die, or we can use the escape hatch and climb out. All in favor of leaving?"
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on May 6, 2023 2:27:14 GMT
Tycho's mask muffled a mildly irritated sigh. He looked to the panel's reading for a moment or two, tapped the screen, and gave it an annoyed slam with the meat of his fist. He wasn't expecting this to be a cakewalk by any means, but what was the harm in hoping for the best?
"Par for the course, I guess..." He muttered, stepping over to underneath the hatch overhead and looking up. No doubt it'd be locked, but his first solution for that problem wasn't exactly a good idea in an enclosed space.
"You think you can reach that, Feathers?" He asked, stepping out of the way and thumbing the electromag handcannon's safety off. "Don't wanna try blowing the lock off if we don't have to."
“Huh.. this is fantastic,” Eresh said with a hint of irritation as the lift stopped, but as he looked up at the emergency hatch he would nod slightly, almost absently.
“I suppose I could get that open, yes.” He said as he reached up, attempting to pry the hatch open.
It didn't take much to work the hatch panel open, pulled open by pneumatic lever. Once the group could exit the lift, they would find that the floor door was three feet above the roof of the lift, with a marker indicating they had just passed the ninth level.
Upon simple efforts made, the doors would slide open, revealing the mechanisms to have been disabled. The transit shaft was lit only by the group's own light units, while the now open shaft door led into a darkened hallway, with the black held back only by dim emergency lights that were flickering in the fading power supply. A few stains were on the floor, smeared down the hallway.
Yet as the group would follow the corridor, some of the stains were curved and angled into patterns. Triangular and squared symbols interchanging, but distinct enough to form what could be seen as words. Some ran vertical, others horizontal. But they were clearly grouped in a fashion.
They were symbols that would look frighteningly familiar to the largest of the bounty hunters.
“There, easy.” Eresh said as he then lead the way for the others to escape. And once they were free from the lift and into a new corridor, Eresh would again take point and lead.
“Stains here too, it seems that the people here were just as unfortunate as those who were abo-“ and then he stopped mid sentence. It was difficult to parse for a moment, the syntax being a strange blending of two different dialects.. but it was unmistakable that some of these smears spelled out a message- in the tongue of his people.. and the Thoha tribes.
“.. Fuck, this changes things.” He muttered as he regarded the dire warning.
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on May 6, 2023 3:50:43 GMT
"What've we got?" Tycho called over his shoulder, not wanting to take his eyes off the group's collective six. The mutter was auditory enough for him-- something about the Avian's tone didn't exactly fill him with confidence that there'd been a sudden stoke of luck in their favor.
His handcannon gently hummed against the still air. A comforting whisper in the dark.
Eresh was quiet for several moments before answering, his tone tense, but deliberate.
“Someone wrote a warning. It’s a little difficult to make out, but from what I can read it says.. ‘We dug too deep. We did not listen. Now we pray that they will sleep again.’. Not a very auspicious missive.”
His tone, his body language.. they were almost unrecognizable from before. Earlier he had an air of both resignation regarding the situation and a quiet, but almost unflappable confidence about him. Now though, he was now a caged predator- agitated and on guard. Whatever he read.. somehow it caused his demeanor to completely change in seemingly an instant.
"So what yer sayin is that some o' yer palls in featherland went an' unearthed goddam Demons from Hell? I say fuck this an lets get out, we kin probably climb up tha lift-shaft, only idiots don't include some emergency ladders in those... thenagain, these buggers sound like idiots."
Lemon was very-much unamused by this latest development, She came here expecting the usual sorts of unethical corporate experimentation, supersoldier mutants, insane bat-wolves, that kind of stuff. Not unnamable horrors of the deep, she just hoped that these things were susceptible to psionic interference, otherwise she would be completely boned.
"If these corp shits are idiots, we might still be able to find a staircase. That whatever it is must be crossing levels somehow."
“Whatever happened, it’s more important now that you all try to stick as close to me as you can. But first things first.. getting to where we need to go. Who needs help getting about?” Eresh asked, looking at the two smaller people first. He wasn’t looking forward to whatever they might find before.. now? The fact that his ancestors had something to do with whatever Faro found out him on edge in a way that was uncomfortably similar to his last assignment.. and he didn’t like that one bit.
“Why couldn’t it have been human science gone wrong, like it normally happens..”
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on May 6, 2023 22:07:42 GMT
It was the Avian's tone that sent the chill down Tycho's spine, and less the message it carried. Whatever the cryptic messages truly meant, there was no mistaking the edge that the Vlaka could hear in Eresh's voice. There was an anxiety there that was a jarring far cry from the Avian's confidence up unto this point, unsettling enough on its own... but the shift in body language, the hesitation, so much from so little? That had to be recognition. He was sure of it.
He motioned for either Lemon or Queen to watch their entry point, stepping up next to Eresh to have a look for himself at these markings. Tycho didn't much care that he couldn't read it, but it was an excuse to shift his gaze to the Avian.
"You're losing me a little here, feathers." A slight tilt of the head, but a tone that conveyed more earnest concern than anything else. "What's going on, what is this?"
Eresh again was silent a moment before answering. “I can’t elaborate overly much, it involves classified information. But what I can tell you, is that prior experiences make this warning considerably more worth heeding in my opinion. I don’t know what happened here exactly, but if my peoples ancestors had an interest in this place.. well the message spells it out pretty plainly. There was something on this planet that should’ve been left well enough alone, and Faro didn’t leave it alone.”
He then sighed. “And I don’t want to, but feel obligated to put whatever the hell they woke up back to sleep.”
"Well whateva tha hell we're dealin with, I don' wanna fight it down here. They say they dug too deep, that means we're dealin with some kinda underground demon. I wanna fights it in tha open, or at least get the hell off this rock before it gets us."
Lemon wanted to get back to the elevator shaft, climb back up to the surface. It was their best bet at survival, and they could always escape and their job would still be mostly done. Hired to investigate, well they sure as hell found out what happened, the facility was destroyed by something they uncovered, and it was time to just blast the place from orbit.
This reminded her a bit too much off the nameless horrors the science departments would find or make back in her old employer's stations. Too many times she'd had to run from a shreaking horror or whatever else they conjured up, screw this job, she didn't care if they reduced pay for incomplete intel.
Queen felt her heart stop as she reread the blood written warning. She couldn’t understand it of course, but Eresh’s explanation was more than enough to send a cold spear of anxiety ripping through the former student council president.
She swallowed and did her best to calm herself. Clearly whatever the hell escaped was still roaming the facility. And it could be anywhere….