---------------------------------------------- [i][b]~~~~~~Agrabah / Desert (Empire/Old Trident - Warship)~~~~~~[/b][/i] "[b][color=2e3192]Replication has begun on samples 2 and 5 after tests showed...[/color][/b]" “[b][color=007236]Electrical discharge detected at sections 4D - 8J on external hull compartments…[/color][/b]” "[b][color=440e62]Production and distribution of newly designed Birugs have begun, completion estimated...[/color][/b]" “[b][color=0054a6]Electrical discharge detected internally through sections JF4 - SW6, sensors destabilised, Birugs are to monitor sections for…[/color][/b]” "[b][color=a36209]Data from Foreign Parasite has steadily increased since its time of merger with target. Cross-referencing results have...[/color][/b]" Voices came from all around, filling and echoing throughout the room all while the now coat-less Nomis was busy hunched over a long metal table near the far wall. The room itself had a few more of these, all identical except for the varying levels of age each one had along its once pristine surface. The body that lay on the table before Nomis had gone cold long before the man arrived onto the ship, his group having spread out, some returning with him while most ventured off to conduct other experiments and tests on behalf of their master. The results and constant updates of data were being streamed into the room across the vast wall of monitors, in most cases alongside the tabs which projected the voices all speaking at once. The brief momentary shiver and clutch of his arm was immediately replaced by a sudden violent filled burst of anger, Nomis quickly and forcibly grabbing the large syringe-styled canister before injecting the sloshing and thick liquid it held through the veins of the lifeless body before him. Everyone within the room continued to bury themselves into their given tasks, even when the heavy thud of the twin doors slid open for Caleb, no one, not even Nomis, stopped for a moment to see who it could have been. It was one of the few non-working hooded figures that approached the young nephew of Nomis, the hunched body of it twisting lower even more as some kind of respected bow. “[color=1b1464]Sir Clacverk, welcome back...Master Clacverk is in the midst of testing some results from a previous experiment…[/color]” Said the robed figure, its long cloaked arm twisting with its body to motion towards Caleb’s uncle before it went back along its slow pace through the room. Standing before the table and the body now, Nomis was busy silently counting the seconds with one of his pocket-watches, the man’s eyes turning from the clock’s dial to the still lifeless body every set number of seconds. Though the body was one of the three that Caleb had dealt with the previous day, the large wound in their chest that should have still been present and clear, was instead hidden from sight by a large smear of the same dark liquid that Nomis had injected into the cold body, now in the process of hardening into a material not unlike his particular solid metal. “[color=9e0b0f]That creature has to be brought back to us if we’re to return to Hollow Bastion and continue our work, we’ve spent far too much time on this world as it is. And these subject samples are far and between too normal and common.[/color]” Said Nomis as he placed his watch back into his pocket once the dark veins began to show themselves on the still cold body, the man motioning for the body and table to be taken away, apparently not that happy with the result. --------------------------- The hallways of the ship were almost identical, and though age had faded some of the shine the metal had, it still held a rather silent, lonesome, and even one might say clinical atmosphere down every corridor. The silence they once had though soon began to fade away, as the low hum and click of a number of things began to come from around one of the hallway’s corridors. The large metal eyes whirled their enlarged lenses around their casings as they floated through the hallway, each small group composing of three side by side before moving ahead and allowing the next three to come up behind and repeat the process. All in all there seemed to be five of these tiny groups of three, every one of them individually scanning and checking their surroundings for anything different. Though it was impossible for the naked eye to see anything from the ordinary looking vent, there was still something left behind for the lead Birug machine to immediately come across. It’s large eye focused on the simple metal border the vent opening had, and as it switched through a few of its different sights and sensors, it didn’t take long for the small wisps of red electricity to show up not just for it but for the rest of the machines floating behind it. The same faint electricity hung in small patches through the air, though the biggest gathering of it quickly shot off further down the hallway in front of the Birugs, a trail which the floating group now began to follow.