Arc 0, Thread 1: Inside the Buchenwald
The two head up the ladder. The air feels cloying, close, thick. Silence isn't much of an option, not in the dead silence of the Buchenwald. Every step rings loud as a bell.
The ladder leads to an antechamber, spreading out to a large open room with a row of consoles in front of a curving viewscreen. For an Abyssal ship, it's very well-lit. They see a cot, table, and a small kitchen, all furnished as if it were the late 19th century.
The Abyssal they find sitting at a table sipping a cup of tea doesn't look like they'd expect. A latino gangnbanger, covered in prison tattoos, with a handlebar moustache. The fine suit he wears is accented by an ancient-looking bowler hat. The air feels faintly steamy, like he'd just gotten dressed after getting out of a shower.
"Ah, guests." The Abyssal stands up and bows to them, "Please, come in. Cup of tea? We have much to discuss."