[u][i][b]In Winston's Room.[/b] [/i][/u][/b]

Winston was finishing his whiskey and finally starting to feel comfortable when a voice paged him over the intercom in his room.

"Winston. Another one just woke up. Report."

Winston frowned. "Why can't one of the MERCY kids do it?"

"They are all in a meeting with the rest. No one is getting a break, Winston, not for awhile I think."

Winston replied with only a groan.

"Trisitan wants you on this one. He specifically said that you--"

"Duty calls." Winston sighed, filled up his whiskey, drank it quickly and got up to leave. 
[u][i][b]
Vaughtar's room[/b][/i][/u]

The door opened, and Winston stepped inside, it closed and locked behind him.

Winston knew he was in trouble as soon as he realized where he was going. The others, whom had already made contact with the MERCY team had been put in the same submarine. Others who had not made contact, but, seemed human enough were put elsewhere. Winston had spent much time in that submarine already. They were instead, headed for the mother-sub. It was here that the stranger, larger, more questionable beings were homed. 

He saw something bigger than an average human. Stony grey. Claw and spike. He had been given a much larger room. There was a bed, probably too small. There was not much medical equipment. The doctors weren't sure what would help this beast. It seemed that he only needed some time... 

Winston swallowed hard. He had to assume the best, that the huge being on the other side of the room was intelligent... and reasonable... and not hungry... 

"Hello." He finally managed. "My name is Winston. What is yours?"
[u][i][b]
In the Meeting Room[/b][/i][/u]

"Yes. We found a few flasks." The screen shifted to display the collection. One did seem to match the monk's description. The others might look familiar to him as well. "We had assumed they were ritual items. But, if they are yours they might instead be from your world."