Re: Part 13 - Mothessh
Rhijans follows the first group into the ship. She must still have power - lights are functioning, though with the thick smoke that fills the hull, the lamps seem to provide more shadow than illumination.
The colour of the smoke, in the places where cones of light shine through it, speaks of chemical fumes and burning plastics. Just the thing to make the firefighters grateful for their masks. In the gloom, Rhijans manages to stay right behind the man directly in front of him who, fortunately, seems to know where he's going.
In the bowels of the ship, a room filled with hulking dark shapes which loom out of the smoke and seem to dance and gyrate in the flickering light of the flames the team start using extinguishers on the fires. The heat is intense, even by Mothessh's standards, and Rhijans soon finds himself sweating profusely...
Shard, meanwhile, is still considering where she could do the most good...
Through the open door, Barsh, the quartermaster's assistant grins at Haarmon and Juragga. "I'm not here to summon you anywhere. I'm just here to talk to you, just for a bit."
In his hands he holds a portable data terminal, clearly his excuse for coming here, and he looks up and down the corridor, before nodding towards the interior of the room, "So... are you going to let me in?"