Inside the silo the dark interior is quiet and still. The metal chamber echoes loudly with footsteps at your intrusion. The shapes Lyla noticed upon the fllor beside the overturned furniture were indeed bodies. At this moment the lights flickered on and all could be seen. Three humans and a hulking white-furred alien are scattered nearby, distinct blaster burns riddle their bodies. An ithorian, presumably Slag Flats, is slumped in her chair, her great hammer-shaped head splayed across her desk. Before anyone can move to investigate further the silo doors clang shut.

Frack! Lyla's heart jumped as the door slammed shut behind her, looking frantically about. Hey, it had been blowing in the breeze before, so maybe it was the wind? Walking into a room of corpses was making her jumpy. On the other hand, some left-over trap or lingering killer was good reason to be jumpy. She kept watching the room, and tried to push the door back open with a free elbow.


OOC: Perception 17