[center][h1][color=#F5A9F2]???[/color][/h1]| [i]Elsewhere in the Union Station.[/i] |[/center]

The service airlock was placed conveniently for the wandering and those vying to enter amidst chaos when they could. This included jaundiced, parasitic, creatures who crossed the earth on tentacles tapering into feathery red feelers. This included, too, the vagrant, who had no apparent reason to interrupt other than being at their receiving end. 

Currently, there was a struggle, or had been-- in an instant: the vagrant disgorged the remains of one foe with such projection, it eviscerated two others. Then he turned to another which had crept up behind him and took to smashing it with his foot, its soft body giving a delicious [i]squelch[/i]-- then, yet another fell on top of him. As if a cover had been pulled over the vagrant's eyes; and then he was engulfed again, and again; he was under a mound of soft, squelching bodies fallen from above. They enveloped him with their smothering tendrils as if to not augment the muffled cacophony outside with his cries for help.