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Xander Morhaime:
The doctor went to work, having been volunteered this time to fix the generator. The interior of the maintenance section was quite a mess - all the support pillars bore deep claw marks, and in places the marks had gone deep enough to actually damage vital systems. The four other hazmat suits were also there, still on their owners, or what was left of them, dead in the pattern seen recurring throughout the colony.

It took an hour to identify all the damaged components and retrieve replacements and necessary tools from the storage compartment in the control room - it would have gone quicker were one person not left to stand guard and the other sleeping blissfully. It took a further two hours to install the replacements. Still, though the task was complicated and outside the actual expertise of the person performing it, it was eventually successful. The monitors finally all showed systems in the green. All it took was the flick of a switch...

*click*

For a moment you thought the tower was going to shake itself to bits from the intense vibrations set off by the reactors overhead starting up. The whole room seemed to be rumbling, which precluded any sleep for the time being. After a few seconds the rumbling subsided, though a powerful vibration was still clearly felt through the structure of the tower, before finally the generators kicked off properly, settling into a nice, even humm that quickly settled into the background noise.

For a moment, you felt a sharp pain in your heads, as if brought about by a high-pitched scream, though you couldn't hear anything beyond the generators at work. Whatever it was, it left a persistant ringing in your ear before fading after a few seconds. Then all was calm again.

In the control room, in the maintenance areas beyond and the stairwells behind, lights began to flicker back to life, shedding their bright white light on the scene, the large patches of blood on the floor grating and the claw marks covering the place. But hey, at least you could finally see where you were. Even the door panels flickered back to life, immediately displaying their error messages as the doors next to them were little more than twisted chunks of metal now.

Chapter 2: Lights are on, but nobody's home.
Time since arrival: 7 hours

Silhar:
When everything calmed down a bit, Doc left the main control room, staggering and coughing. He walked closer to the other two folks, removing the anti-radiation suit at the time. It fell to the ground with a soft and wet flapping sound.

"My ears... ! Blast, it is the last time I am fooling with this kind of stuff. Thank Merciful Lord for that >>Complete Idiot's Guide to Maintaining a Generator<< I picked years ago...", he whispered loudly to himself, crossing the door blown up, but the sound drowned it all. A shotgun was clutched in his right hand, a rosary on weapon's barrel chiming silently.

The old man seemed very tired and slightly stunned by roaring machinery. He looked towards Hagezi, then moved his tired, bloodshot eyes towards Shioban, smiling faintly.

"Task done, lights were hit, let the show begin... I must admit, I am quite suprised that you actually could sleep with that poor guy around, miss...", he stated, pointing at the technician's broken body in the corner somewhere near them.
"There were more of these poor souls torn apart inside the generator chamber. We must remain as cautious as we may... Eh. You know, walls and pillars also carried deep marks of claws. Seems like there was something bigger and meaner than those little freaks we were spotting occasionally... What is more, even those bigger ones are able to move freely around ventilation systems.", uttered Vince. After pondering for a while, he loaded his favourite weapon with solid slugs instead of regular shotgun shells. There was a pleasant click or a few.
"I would be happy if I could catch some breath, but don't let my weak flesh stop us."

Gargulec:
'How could have I slept next to this poor fellow, you ask, Doc? You've never been holding an outpost that was constantly under a barrage so heavy that you simply could not bury you squad members when they got unlucky, I suppose ' replied Shioban yawning.

'Thanks for turning the lights on, by the way. Now, we will be able to see what killed us, at least. Anyway, for now, all that I want is a ration bar... I take that you don't have one, don't you?

Silhar:
"Your outpost was under heavy artillery fire, but you still had time to have some sleep... I suppose you've lost it, don't ya ?", grinned Doc. "Food. Ask him, for I have none.", he added, nodding at the technician. "I am pretty sure that the guy had some lunchbox around here before he became one himself. Must be enough before we get to find any food storage..."

He yawned and sat by the wall. He was not that tired to fall over yet, only around eight hours have passed since he left his cryo-pod.

Gargulec:
Shioban shared the smile. 'I was exaggerating a bit... a lot, actually. Solider tales... Anyway, there was some outpost, some sleeping with the dead and some artillery fire, that's for sure. Anyway, you just grow accustomed to rotting corpses over a time...

'Lunchbox, you say? Let me see.

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