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Xander Morhaime:
The flare Shioban was holding sputtered for a moment, dimmed, then flared up, illuminating an area three times as big as before. Maybe the mixture had been poorly made in that one.

The bridge itself was a rather simple affair - metal gratings replacing the smooth panels as far as floor went, no frills, no decorations, just two fluorescent stripes set into the floor roughly in the middle of the corridor: one a navy blue, patterned in arrows pointing in the direction you were going, the other cyan, the arrows on it pointing in the opposite directions. The air definitely seemed colder in here, and a closer investigation of the walls would show they were, for the most part, closed off shutters. You could even hear the wind whistling where the insulation was faulty.

At a cautious pace, it took 5, maybe 10 minutes to reach the other side. Luckily, the bulkhead to the security tower was open as well. The interior of it was far less inviting than that of the main tower, however - aside from the foyer just past the bulkhead, the corridors were more narrow, lower too, and provided with plenty of nooks where a defending security force could take cover. The troubling fact might be that, at least here, there was no sign of a security presence. No bullet marks, laser scoring, scorch marks, corpses... nothing. Maybe it was the peculiar scent hanging in the air, but there seemed something... wrong with the place.

There were stripes on the wall here, more guidance marks. One, marked "Main Access," ended at the bulkhead. Others led away from the bridge and into the poorly-lit corridors of the security tower. They were marked:
-Civ Access
-Engie Access
-Supply Access
-Rail Access
-Elevators

Silhar:
Doc sniffed, then shuddered, coughing.
"Did you smell it ? Like rotten meat. Dead flesh unburied for too long. God damn it, those things must have been there. Be careful now...", he whispered. "They still can dwell here."

Malek Deneith:
Hagazi sniffed also - Roses it ain't, that's for sure... be on guard, watch out for armory and let's continue - engineering acess strip this time. We'll explore this place later if needed

Gargulec:
'There was something rotten in the state of Denmark, wasn't it?' Shioban giggled. 'Engineer strip indeed, lieutenant. I have no idea of what dwells here, but it definitely seems to avoid light. So, well, we need to make this place as bright as Sun, or even more. Let's get going. 

Xander Morhaime:
You follow the guide stripe through the tower's corridors. The place isn't exactly a maze, but you still might have trouble without a proper floor plan. For now, however, the guide stripe suffices. Curiously, they all ran in the same direction. The deeper you went into the tower, the more pronounced the smell of rot became - apparently the life support running on back-up power couldn't filter it out well enough.

The strips split up upon reaching a stairwell. The "Elevator" kept going, "Rail" pointed down, the remaining three pointed up. There was something more on and around the stairs, however...

Bodies, and quite a few of them. Here and there, a lightly armoured human, mutilated and already decaying, empty casings, spent magazines and the weapons of the fallen left lying around. Most of the corpses, however, were decidedly not human. The light and conditions weren't exactly favourable for an in-depth examination, but you could at least get some basic observation done.

The creatures seemed about the size of large dogs, though they were a bit more bulky in build once you got a close look at one. Four legs, with broad paws ending in short, though claws. A pronounced muscular tail. A long head. The lot covered in something hard and slightly shiny, perhaps chitin. An overwhelming majority of the creatures fell facing upstairs, and they were thoroughly riddled with bullet wounds - by the look of those, mostly assault rifles, though there were also a few that could've been made by a sidearm, some that seemed blown apart, perhaps from explosive ammunition... and something that was definitely a high-calibre machinegun. The floor along the stairs and around them seems to have been partially... digested by something, or at least the metal plates and faux-stone slabs have lost their smooth surface. It doesn't seem to have affected the structural integrity of the place much, but it's made a mess of the aesthetics. Or at least finished off what aesthetics the gun battle marks and corpses had left behind.

At any rate, the trail for corpses - mostly the odd creatures, with the occasional human... bits... mixed in - seems to come from the lower levels and run further upstairs. As luck would have it, that's where the "Engineering" stripe went as well...

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