The circular hall beyond, while obviously advanced and far beyond anything Neil had ever seen, was a bit less well preserved than the initial hallway. The lights above them had the same hue as the hall, but they came from a source that could be fathomed. Drake looked around in awe as he walked at the fore, running his hands over the curved metal of the hall. For some reason, every now and then the smooth surface of the metal was ripped as if something immensely strong had slashed at it. The ever so often flicker of the lights didn't help bring the mood up, either. 

Once the three had made it full circle to the end of the hall, there was a doorway there. It looked like starship blast doors, only as per usual in the facility, far smoother and made of an alien material, and rimmed with ethereal lights. There was a raised panel on the left, somewhat higher off the ground than what would normally be for a human to comfortably put their hand on it. But Drake grabbed Neil's arm and lifted it towards it. 

Neil yanked his hand back, raising an eyebrow. His other arm held his Arc gun across his shoulder nonchalantly as he regarded Garlon's son. "Hey!" he said. "touching me is for paying customers." 

"We need to open the door." Drake told him. "Your hand can do that." 

"Why would we need to open the door. Why can't I just blast through it anyway?" 

"You want to get out of here, don't you?" Drake asked, trying to use logic that he hadn't initially thought, nor was he truly concerned for. Neil sighed, and with a nod from Sayeeda he placed his hand on the dias. It didn't hurt like a son of a bitch this time. It was only slightly warm, and the door opened before them. 

Neil whistled at the unexpected sight. 

Displayed before them was a moderately large room, also curved and circular in nature. With three 'floors' if one could call it that, made of balconies where strange, alien seats lined in a row on every one. Near the center, on the ground floor, was a dias that glowed a low blue. Above the blue was a floating metallic sphere that hovered mere feet off the dias. The lights above were red, giving the
room an eerie, purplish aura. 

"The interface..." Drake said, his breath catching as he did his best to make his way down the slope of the side wall to get to the ground floor. Neil casually said aloud what he was certain both mercenaries were thinking. 

"I don't like the look of this."
[@Penny]