Thema muttered something about engineering duties and returned to her squad, looking toward the darkened hall every now and then, feeling slightly safer that way. The eyes glowing in the dark were unnerving, but they gave her an idea. She rummaged through multiple boxes until she fished out a pack of weapon lights. She took one and switched it to rapid flashing. Narix eyes also glowed slightly in the dark, but were sensitive to bright light. If her theory was correct, this could be the case of those space zombies, or whatever they were.

Zafir returned to the briefing room, not knowing what to think of what happened in the past few minutes. Truth be told, he had a hard time believing the Deminutians, barely larger than his hand, would be of any use here, but their commander, however small, was making some valid points. With the TN-201 volunteering to take power and life support and the Deminutians looking around for ways not to meet the new inhabitants, all the basic needs except patching up the station’s hull were being taken care of. Zafir turned to the crimson-armored GalSen soldier. 

“We could head down to the sick bay and see if we can find any clues of what happened, maybe even something about the gas that was leaking in the cathedral, provided it is accessible at the moment. Unless you have something else in mind, in that case, I’m all ears.” A loud shot rang through the hangar. “But whatever we do, we should do it before our neighbors decide to come in greater numbers.”