Star Trek: Starbase 777 - experiment-rooms

The walls crumbled, weeping with junk and dust, perhaps mourning the abandonment these corridors and rooms faced. Yet something ominous still lingered - maybe it was the abandoned tools, or dead specimens, or the ever present sensation of being watched?..

“AHHHH! AHHH!” Maggie screamed as she looked at the room around her, dropping her empty coffee cup onto the ground as cowered. “This is bad, this is bad. Where are we?”

Paco very quickly froze up as he looked around the room around, his eyes quickly darting around the decrepit sight of it all. The young scientist felt his chest tighten up and his breath shorten up as he glanced at the abandoned tools and crumbled walls before his eyes stopped at one of the dead specimens. In that moment he felt the room envelop and close around him, along with the sense of something, or someone, looming over behind their head. "AAAAAAAAAAAH! THE FUCK IS ALL THIS?! THE FUCK IS THAT?!" Paco finally snapped and screamed after a deep, sharp breath forced them back to their senses.

Their screams seemed to linger in the air for a moment too long, before their echoes faded into the foggy air.

Maggie looked at Paco and slapped him (gently!). “Paco! Focus! We need to focus! AH!” She screamed into her jacket.

"RIGHT! Right! Okay! Okeh!" Paco said as he recovered from the gentle (thank you!) slap and took in deep breaths, and then got himself a brief coughing fit from how dank and dusty this place is. "We're scientists! We can definitely get out of here... wherever here is??? L-Lets try fanning out a bit and get whatever seems useful... or contextual to what this is????" Paco suggested as he looked around to see what kind of tools were here... and what kind of experiment room the two of them are even in.

“Right yes! And I’m sure this is just a bad dream!” She said as she took the same as Paco looking around for anything, she started tapping on the walls. Trying to see if they made the same noise as the ones on 777. “Maybe this is like, fake!”

Their commbadges stayed quiet despite the outside call, leaving the trapped wanderers blissfully unaware of it.

"Yeah! Maybe this is a dream and none of this is real! So, therefore, everything's a simulation!" This was not Paco being mean, this was Paco actually genuinely suggesting that might be the case knowing the kinds of shenanigans Starfleet officers get themselves into in a weekly basis. Could this be the works of some other creature observing them, and so decided to put him and Maggie here as part of some sick experiment? They would never know. *"Are the doors locked? Imma check if the doors locked. If it's locked, I'm actually going to freak out." *Paco said as he attempted to open the nearest door and/or door-like thing here.

Unfortunately, there were no tools available here - the trays where those would usually rest in, were empty, filled with jars of yellowish-brown fluid instead. Something floated in them, fleshy but hard to discern, suspended in the alcoholic mixture. Some of the bigger jars were full of... what seemed to be eyes, carefully watching the two scientists as they flitted around like a pair of startled birds. As for the door - it creaked open, ever so slightly shaking in it's wooden frame.

Maggie looked at the jars with a hum. “Is…is that booze?” She said before noticing the eyes. “AH! AH! There’s eyes! And they’re alive!” She said as she fell on her toosh and crawled away. “SAVE ME WORMHOLE JESUS.”

"Something's alive?!" Paco yelled out as he quickly turned over to check in if she was okay. That is, before the door creaked and that noise echoed through the door. "OH PROPHETS THERE'S PEOPLE OUT THE DOOR!" Paco yelled out before instinct compelled him to push the door back shut. "No one's here!"

“What! No! We’re going out the door!” She said as she stood and ran towards the door, trying to open it.

"Wait! We don't know if there's a walking version of that jar thing nearby, hold on!" Paco said as he kept the door shut and pressed his ear against it to at least try to listen to foot steps or weird... locomotion noises??? before they went on to opening it and running the hell out of here.

“A walking big jar version of that jar thing? That’s ridiculous.” She said with a shake of her head. “Wait. Wasn’t Saren in the labs? Where’s he gone to!? Oh no! Is he dead?! How am I gonna tell Allan? Maybe email? That won’t be as awkward right?” (edited)

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"Do our commbadges even work here??? Hold on, I think I have my tricorder with me. I was on my way there from the Social Science Labs when he called for help. You try calling Allan... if he's somehow around. I'll try scanning for anything outside of here..." And with that, Paco patted himself down and pulled out his tricorder as he attempted to do just that

“I don’t see why Allan would help us! He’s probably off on a date with Dion or something!” He said with a hum. “Oh wait! Why don’t I try calling Saren!” She said tapping her badge. [Comms] “Roode to tr’Lareth! Where are you?”

Both the commbadge, and the tricorder, did not work. How utterly, deeply, unfortunate...

"You brought him up!" Paco said with a shrug as he frantically pressed buttons and smacked his tricorder around... only to get nothing. "Tricorder's busted... okay so I guess we have no other choice but to go out the door.... should we bring the Jar thing with us? It probably knows this place better than we do." (edited)

“Okay we’re getting off track.” She said with a huff. “Comms are dead! But we don’t know if Saren’s dead yet!” She turned to look at Paco. “No we’re not brining the eyeballs!” (edited)

"Alright! Not gunna argue on that, thought it would be a good idea. Let's just go!" Paco said as he opened the door and stuck his head out to see if there was anything outside before he actually stepped out.

Maggie turned to look at the eyeballs, Paco was probably right…. “Fine.” She said grabbing the jar and holding it like a baby. “Come on eyeball Jar, you might be helpful.”

Unsurprisingly and perhaps reassuringly, the eyeball jar stayed quiet and did not object to being taken. The corridor was quiet and empty. The walls had pieces crumbling off of them, which crunched uncomfortably under their boots. The overhead lights were dim, and flickered from time to time, buzzing like a dying fly yet stubbornly staying turned on.

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“So like, what do you reckon this actually is. Are we on something? Is this like, an alternate universe? Probably not that, there wasn’t enough like, transport there. There’s normally a feeling when that happens.” ^She pet the jar.* “Who’s a good jar of scary eyeballs? You are!” She said with a hum. “Maybe this is like, a physic attack!”

"So far. I'm just assuming this is one of those things where some life form out there makes Starfleet people mysteriously 'disappear' and ploops them in a testing chamber to experiment on them or something and either brings them back with no memory or replaces them with an imposter. I think that happened to the Enterprise-D once." Paco thought as he led the way through the corridor, feeling extremely uncomfortable from what he was sensing under his boots. Normally feeling something crunch under footsteps was quite nice, but this was different. "At least you and the Jar are getting along, surprised you warmed up to it so quickly."

“He’s not so bad! Once he came along so quietly I abandoned my hateful ways!” She said as she adjusted her glasses. “Also a lot of things happened to the Enterprise-D! Thank god we haven’t been turned into kids yet.”

The lights flickered again, clicking ominously as if something was stuck in the lamp.

She looked up. “That’s not great. Okay uh, another question! Do you think the room is sentient? I’m just spit balling but I’m kinda getting that vibe.”

"Maybe?? I kinda want to take that light off and screw it back in... see if that makes the flickering stop at least. If it is sentient, it would probably like that, in a pain relief sort of way... I dunno, seems like everything's watching us." Paco shrugged with a sigh as he grabbed the nearest object that could help get him a boost up, if present, and tried reached over to the lamp to unscrew it and screw it back in.

Maggie put the jar down and kneeled down to lift Paco up. “Here I’ll give you a boost!” She said with a nod.

"Alright, thanks." Paco said with a nod as he took up the boost, because he is very much a little short king.

The light could be easily taken off. As soon as Paco did that, a dead moth fell out of it, singed, burnt.

"Oh no... a dead moth..." Paco said quietly as he screwed the light back in. If that didn't work to make the flickering stop. He would seriously throw the bulb to the ground if it didn't. That aside, he did feel pretty bad for the moth, Saren likes bugs. He would also be sad about a dead Moth. "We probably should keep going..." Paco said as he stepped down, bringing the moth with him, at least until he finds a better place to put the dead moth down.

Maggie looked at the moth with a sad nod. “Yeah, let’s get going.” She said with a shake of the head and moving on, poor moth.

The light flickered, blinked, and then died with a loud, crackling pop, submerging the two souls in complete darkness. It stayed that way for one, two, three long heartbeats, before flickering back on again. In front of them, at the end of the corridor, towered a figure, it's features obstructed in darkness - the dim light only barely reaching the curly crown of their head and the glisten of their eyes. It stood there motionless, imposing,,, before taking a long, soundless step to the left, disappearing behind the corner.

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“Oh shoot! Was that Saren?” She asked as she pulled the jar close to her. “We gotta go after him! We’re stronger together!” She said as she began lightly jogging after the figure. This is most likely a poor choice.

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"...Captain Mo?" Paco called out to the figure before it dissapeared in the corner. "...I... I don't know if we're fucked or on the right track anymore, Maggie..."

There was no more movement from that corner. Behind them, however... were those footsteps?..

Maggie turned around. “I don’t think Saren or Mo can teleport…Huddle up!” She said, getting close to Paco.

Paco took a bit of time to process who the figure was and-- OH WAIT IS SHE JOGGING TOWARDS HIM?! "MAGGIE NO! If that's Saren, he could actually kill us by himself!" Paco yelled out as he followed Maggie and tried to stop her. "I tried stopping Renakir once when he was possessed by the Hobus Pocus ghost thing during the Science Fair stuff! ROMULANS ARE BUILT DIFFERENT!" And then he heard the footsteps... BEHIND them this time "I forgot Mo's short! That's definitely Saren, and he's probably on some scary space shit we can't science right at the moment! We have to get moving! NOW!"

*The sound behind them, which at this point was definitely a pair of footsteps, briefly halted... only to resume again. Quicker.*

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“Paco, I am intrigued by your ideas and would like to subscribe to your newsletter.” She said, before grabbing him and running the other way. (edited)

"W-Wha- OKAY!" Aside from the promise of making a newsletter being burned in his head now, there was no processing time, just annoying flickering light, being pulled to run for their lives scary ass Saren-like figure chasing them like this was some sort of horror movie, but at least they still have the Moth and the... "WAIT! THE JAR! Is it with you?" Paco yelled out once that thought popped in his head. (edited)

“Yeah! I got Eyeo right here!” She says as she held the jar like a football. “We gotta go! I don’t think that’s Saren!”

It was, indeed, not Saren.

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"Whatever it is, it's going to kill us unless we find a way out of here! Maybe Eyeo knows the way out!" Paco said as he ran, he accepted that was the Jar's name now. "Either that or find a way to make it stop chasing us so we can talk to it!"

“I think I’m okay on talking! Let’s go!” She held Eyeo up. “Eyeo! Look towards the way to safety!” She prayed this would work as they ran.

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The Eyeo jar's eyes were all locked on the figure behind them, as if sensing the danger. Meanwhile the corridor went on, and on, and on, and on...

“Okay, relying on a jar of eyeballs wasn’t a great call.” Maggie said as she lead Paco down the hall further. “Please another door please SAREN HELP US! I’LL TAKE NALAS! ANYONE.” (edited)

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Up ahead, to the left side of the corridor, a door popped open.

“Thank you Saren and/or Nalas!” She said as she brought Paco into the room with Eyeo and the dead moth before shutting the door. “Whew.”

A fleeting moment of peace... before both of them could feel a warm hand clamp over their mouths, dragging the duo away from the door. "Hush," he breathed out a warning, letting his back press against the dusty wall, head angled as he listened for the stalker's footsteps.

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Maggie was about to open her mouth before hearing Saren’s voice. Phew, she won’t have to email Allan. She breathed softly as she waited for him to let go.

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She remained with her back against the wall where she'd been standing and tried not to scare the two of them as she made them aware of her presence with a whisper. "The two of you are loud relative to our surroundings."

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And Evoras? The gang was all here! “Sorry.” She muffle whispered into Saren’s arm.

The footsteps shuffled closer, lingering by the door. It shuddered a bit, as if someone was pressing close to it, perhaps rasping their fingers helplessly against the battered wood, like drowning man would claw at the land. After a minute or so, the would-be intruder relented, and slowly yet surely, those footsteps faded away.

And after that, the two scientists were released from his protective hug. Science team reestablished! "Fucking hell," he breathed out, finding a place to sit down, his hand immediately flying up to cradle at his scalp and temple. "I'm... glad you guys could be found. How did you end up running from that thing?"

Maggie took a seat on the ground. “Thank god you’re alive Saren, I don’t know what I would have told Allan.” She said with a breath as she placed Eyeo on the ground. “Well we woke up in a room, picked up Eyeo here then fixed a light bulb and found a dead moth. Then we started walking again and wound up getting chased!”

"... You named a jar with eyes Eyeo?" he asked slowly, after giving the damn thing a long look. "I like it, b-- Wait. Did you think I was dead?"

She shrugged. “I mean! We tried calling you on the comms! But neither they or the tricorder are working! So I wouldn’t say we thought you were dead! It was just a possibility! If it’s any consolation we also thought the monster we saw was you, or Captain Mo.”

She gave the jar of eyes a slight side eye. "If it gives you peace of mind, Lieutenant, I do not think you look too much like their pursuer." (edited)

"... You saw someone that looked like me?.." there was a twinge of something akin to fear on his face, before he shook his head. "No, nevermind. This is all... wrong. I would've never imagined that something as simple as a fog could have an effect like this."

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“Yeah, bit of a weird fog. Do we know who delivered it. Oooh, also! Are we still physically on the station? That’s a good question. Are we on drugs? Are we secretly looking like insane people in Authentic Romulan Affairs?” She said, before looking back at Saren and Evoras. “Oh, sorry for rambling.”

"Eyeo guided us to safety. Hooray for Eyeo!" Paco said, very tiredly from a distance. "...I found the moth and thought of you... I thought you were the Moth at one point, or it was some symbolic narrative representation of you." Paco said sadly after he gave himself a shit ton of time to process his feelings and calm down as he walked back to the group. "Tricorders and Comms are down. And from the looks of it, either the scary fog was used as cover to teleport us away from the station somehow by some other being beyond our comprehension, or we are physically in the station, but the fog did something that shunted our consciousnesses to a different plane of existence that that appears like a scary horror flick.... like that time people from the Enterprise D got mysteriously kidnapped, experimented on, and plooped back without memory of what happened." *Paco suggested, also rambling a bit before he turned back to Saren. * "...at one point, I wanted to punch the thing as a flight or fight response, but since I assumed whatever that is was you... remembering the science fair, that wasn't a good idea..."

The Romulan's green eyes flitted to the side, face carefully neutral: "..I would never do something to harm you or anyone else. Let's not reminisce on the science fair." "I have a feeling that we're still on the station. I can't explain it, but... the layout of the rooms and corridors feels familiar. It all just looks... wrong. And now, there are these creatures roaming around..." he turned his head to look at the door again. "I don't know what they are. The silhouettes with beady eyes like to stare at you. I also could swear that I saw someone in a Starfleet uniform, but they, ah... lacked any features that are... usually normal for any species to have."

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"Either we are unconscious and this whole thing is a mind trip and whoever set off the fog is trying to lobotomize us that way, or we are fully conscious the Fog twisted pretty much twisted how we perceive the station as a whole and those things somehow snuck in through the fog and are using that to their advantage in order to kill us...or replace us after killing us." *Paco also looked over to the door again. The image of some twisted creature in Starfleet uniform, plus the other one that was chasing them earlier did not do anything to settle his nerves. * "Assuming that we are actually still in the station. Maggie and I probably found ourselves in one of the biology labs at the start. There were tools and dead...... things(???) are in there- What I'm saying is, we could probably find the equivalent of the computer science labs here and find out that way because I don't feel like standing still for too long is a safe idea for long when those creatures are out and about, and we should eventually bump into something that could actually tell us what is going on, or where are we at least." *Paco took in a deep breath as he finished talking before he picked up Eyeo and held him up. *"And Eyeo is going to help us get out of here... somehow..."

Maggie hummed, “I mean, i don’t know if I fully trust the slight evil looking jar of eyeballs teeth be told.” She said with a hum. “If we’re on the science ring, there could be something we could use in the physics lab? I have drone prototypes for wormhole research, and they ping back to the station every so often. Maybe we could send a ping that people outside the fog could use to find us!”

"I'm unsure if the computer lab would help us. Hell, I'm not even sure where we are in the ring, if we're still here at all," he replied, tone gentle. "Did you try your tricorder? They don't work here, so it might be the case for most of the technology.. I will say though, before I found Chief, I discovered what seemed to be an entrance to the jeffrey's tube. I had to... use it as a hideout for a few minutes."

"If we are still on the station I doubt the matter of where we are will be the main problems for those looking for us. If we are not..." She trailed off and turned her head to the side to check on a movement she'd seen. It was just her hair. Their surroundings unsettled her more than she thought was reasonable. If anything she had been relatively fortunate so far, if the others' retellings were anything to go off of, but despite that something about this place just felt profoundly wrong.

Maggie looked towards the commander. “I don’t think a fog could translocate us. There’s normally a sense of movement or a physical sensation.”

"I agree, we would've felt the transportation," the Romulan looked tired. Still, with that, there was determination on his face. "We need to decide what to do. Camping in this room is not an option - we can go explore the ring, or perhaps... try and escape it using the tube. Whatever it is, I'm going with you - this place is giving me... the worst feeling."

“I say we use the tubes. There didn’t seem to be an end to the hallway when we were out there.” She said with a breath. “Plus less chance for us to be spilt up like we were at the start.”

He sucked in a breath, only to let it out slowly: "Okay... okay, so be it. I will lead you guys where I saw the entrance. But we need to be careful."

She gave a salute. “Yessir!”

He opened the door slowly, doing everything he could so it wouldn't creak too much - and took a peek outside. After a few still seconds, he gestured with his hand for the rest of the officers to follow him, as Saren slid into the corridor, favoring it's left side. It was empty, right now.

Maggie did the same as she moved after him, looking around awkwardly. “Did you um, run into anything before we met up?”

She followed after the others, looking behind her back every now and then. "He mentioned he was hiding from something in the Jeffrey's tube. I did not... or at least I did not see anything that I can be certain was there."

"The beady-eyed fucker and the faceless officer," he quietly replied, his hand gliding over the wall like a guide. "They did not try to chase me. The fact that one was running after you is a new development... which, at least in my opinion, is not a good sign."

“No probably not.” She said as they moved along. “There’s no way the fogged stoped with us right? Do you think there were others?”

"I'm..." he trailed off, then sighed. "I'm afraid that others were affected too. There was a capsule that arrived to the station - an oddity in need of study. I was there when it broke by accident, and the room fogged up in mere seconds. I am worried that the fog escaped through the ventilation further into the station."

“Hopefully no Civs got hit, that would be bad.” She said as they moved. “Did you happen to get a mailing address on that?”

There was a stutter in his breath - a quiet laugh: "I haven't managed to read the report - just as I was about to do so, we got nightmared. A shame - that file might've had a lot of answers to our current predicament... oh! There we are." He stopped in front of a small, square opening in the wall. It did not look welcoming.

“Huh, that’s some weird timing.” She looked at the wall. “Um, who wants to go first? I can if no one else wants to…”

"I will." Want may not have been the best way to describe her reasons for this decision, but that hardly mattered. She stepped up to the opening and looked inside. "Which way do we go?"

"I will go last," he offered in a tone of voice that made it very clear that he wouldn't be taking no for an answer. "If I remember correctly, we can either move to the right side, or down. I'm unsure if the latter option will lead us anywhere - normally it would be medbay, but that might be sealed away - so perhaps the right side is the option here?"

Evoras nodded at Saren and turned to step into the Jeffrey's tubes. She did not frequent these, seeing as she had precisely no reason to be here unless something drastic happened, like a stationwide blackout or something. "Right it is."

"Where do you think the right side leads to?" Paco asked out of curiosity as he cradled Eyeo in his arms; he didn't trust the Jeffery's tube in general... "I can go second after you, Commander."

Soon enough, she - and everyone who followed her - would make their way into the #second-haven.

Has the fog gotten thicker?...

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He's back in the fucking building again.

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“Woo! We’re not scared of you drug monsters!” She said, marching in like SpongeBob and Patrick singing about being Men.

The little drone puttered on, dodging crumbling walls to lead the way through the hallucinations.

"WE'RE COOKING IN THIS ROOM NOW!" Paco announced as he kicked the door open. "Bring it OOOOONNNNN!! Now where's that capsule thing"

"Hush!" he hissed out, because come on, horror movies taught you better than that!

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"Let's not kick the lab doors. And we do not yell, our senses are already compromised enough." She fought the urge to sigh and just raised an eyebrow instead. (edited)

"Sorry..." Paco said quietly as he looked around at the room he and Maggie started at... now with thiccer fog. "What if we used the drone to push the rest of this fog out the door? Like an exhaust fan. Then it could be easier for us to find where the source of the fog is" Paco suggested, with his inside voice this time. (edited)

The drone was barely flying as is. Don't push your luck.

Maggie nodded. “I don’t know, it looks like it’s struggling.” She said as she moved like a spy. “Drono is doing okay through!”

"Well dang... I guess the one of the safest ways without without visibly seeing a capsule in all this dank is by hearing the leaking noises or feeling for it somewhere." Paco suggested as he moved to where he thought the shelves were as he tried to listen carefully for any air gushing or chemical reaction noises, or somehow feel a gust of air. Surely physical contact with the fog couldn't do harm... right?

The taste of the fog still heavy on the back of their tongue, there was no way of knowing which way to go besides the little drone flying above like a beacon in the mist. There. Up ahead. Did something move, or was it your imagination..?

"Wait... did anyone see that? or is it just me?" Paco asked as he looked. "Up ahead. Swore I saw something move.... or was it the fog drugs? We can only be somewhat certain that its the fog drugs, probably."

Foghorn hovered near what was once a doorway but now was more of a hole, where the fog was so thick you'd be lucky to see anything but silhouettes. Unfortunately for everyone, it ducked directly into the #heart-of-the-fog.

“Oh boy, okay.” She said as she looked towards the heart. “Let’s go.” She said, leading the team in.

As fast as they could, which was considerably too slow for her liking they made their way back in the direction they had come from.

Better hurry; dogs snapping at your heels and all.

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Maggie looked at them. “Can you hold Saren and the box boss? I’ll lead them off!” She said, ready to make the hand off. “If I die! Roode-Zeta-Omega is the access code to my will! I work with wormholes, I’ve had it written for years!”

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Out of the holo-airlock and into the fray - or fog, rather. Reinforcements had arrived (all EV suited up and ready to not get hit with the worst acid trip ever,) so hopefully Maggie would not need to die. The team from the engineering hub were here! Upon stepping through the airlocked doors, Eicran surveyed whatever was happening right ahead.

"You are not dying on my watch Lieutenant. Stop thinking about it and hurry." She was just about to try and walk faster somehow, when she saw something move.

Containing his breathing to careful, rhythmic huffs as the adrenaline gradually wore off and got replaced with a bitch of a pain consuming in his leg, Saren still twitched restlessly upon sensing someone approaching them, lips curling to show teeth.

Maggie looked towards Eican as she walked. “Hey! When did they start making handsome nightmare creatures in EV suits! That’s not on theme!” She yelled out as she ran on a bleeding ankle.

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"Lieutenant, we are not apparitions." The familiar voice cut through the fog, the same they'd spoken to. "Do you have the capsule contained?"

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How was she... Okay never mind. Doubting the observational skills of the Lieutenant, namely the 'handsome' part, Dagis looked around in the fog, trying to figure out what the best approach to all of this would be.

"Is anyone injured here?" T'She asked, wanting to get a sense of the situation before acting. "And do you know the location of somewhere safe... it might be needed for treatment if someone is injured."

“Saren! He needs help! My ankles bleeding too but that’s not as bad! Oh uh! Also! Nightmare dogs on our heels!” She said as she hid behind Eicran. (edited)

"Stop jumping around on your hurt ankle," he uttered out, somewhat gruffly, probably looking close to an extra in a horror movie - those teeth were nasty.

"They're—" Karavix was about to say "hallucinations", but the nightmare dogs were very much so real. Oh. Fuck. Okay. "Yes, let us make our way to the computer lab. Off we go." She pushed the group along. Come on!

"Nightmare dogs? Now... that does not sound good in the slightest. Come, let us get moving." They spoke quietly as they looked ahead and into the fog, almost as if they were searching for the way forward. (edited)

"We were on our way to a computer lab." She looked over her shoulder to make sure nothing was approaching them. "I propose we still go there. We should hurry, I would prefer not having to fight more than one of these dogs at a time and there were multiple response calls."

T'She nodded, "Then let us keep moving that way, that sounds like the best course of action."

The #second-haven still looked relatively unharmed, but what good would that do with nightmares made manifest?.. Better hurry and keep the doors shut.

“Let’s go!” She said, before stopping and letting out a swear as she went down on her ankle. Saren’s advice was probably the right call. “Ow ow ow! Can someone carry me and the box with the capsule?”

Up you go, Maggie! Vulcanoid strength to the rescue.

“My hero! I’m sorry for naming your drone for you! Whatever you wanna name it is cool!” She said.

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"You can dicuss drone naming customs later." She said, before turning and continuing on their way to the #second-haven .

T'She also made their way to the #second-haven , listening for anything that they could hear on the way.