Tears of Reality

[Sir_Dude]

Alex Gunter

"Look buddy, it's our base, and we know it a bit better than you. Now, I'm all for going through the hanger, but that all depends on if you get it open. And I really don't recommend blowing the door. Decompression sucks. The hanger may be able to handle it, but with the door leaking, we won't be able to reestablish pressure. So how is the whole opening thing coming?"

[Callos_DeTerran]

The first attempt to hack into the mining facility's computer system and open the doors proved un-successful to say the least. But on the second try the screen hesitated for a moment as if double-checking before the words Access Granted flashed across Fenix's vision and the hanger bay doors began to grind open.

Inside was a complete mess. One of the transports, it was impossible to tell which one looked as if it had been completely gutted. Numerous gaping holes in it's hull not only made it not space-worthy, but there was actual doubt about how it had held together this long in the first place. On the other hand the other transport looked as if it was encased in living amber, a roiling coppery covering that recoiled and began to fade away as the various mecha filtered into the expansive hangar. There were many parts to many different people strewn across the floor and hovering in the air, but whatever had done this seemed to have disappeared or traveled farther into asteroid. Perhaps most disturbing of all wasn't that people had been killed, but they had been mutilated as well in different fashions, no two fetishes exactly the same except that most of them were missing some or all of their skin.

As the good doctor had said though, there was a large airlock opposite of the massive hangar doors, not quite as big but accessible to the suits. Phoenix would need to squeeze in. The red emergency lights made it difficult to make out the color or tone of anything with any sort of accuracy, but the seal still seemed sound and not an Other was in sight...