Spoiler: Platform Trifectus, Mortuarium
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Squeaking a response, her eyes dart about the passage before she follows in behind you. The chamber she'd been in is essentially the combination of a medicae facility and a mortician's lab. Four great slabs of metal sit on a single plasteel leg each; on the leftmost one, closest to the door, lies the pale body of a male hab worker. Completely naked, he seems to have suffered a bruising blow to the head. Nearby, a servo-skull floats obediently with several blades of varying thicknesses and slicing angles hanging where its lower jaw should be. A large table to the far side from the door has a series of medicae tools, a bowl of once-clean water that has blood slowly swirling in it, and a few devotional charms. This chamber, fortunately, is light by two blindingly bright glow-globes.

"Q-Quint? Why is Brother Doran dead?" She has a hysterical edge to her voice, hands gripping her own robes sleeves tightly. "He was only watching the doorway!"