Arc 1, Thread 2: The Reconnaissance of the Royet (Grunt)
The next five minutes pass in a blur.
Grunt sprints ahead, Mastiff behind, and a world of creatures assails them as they rush through the halls. He stabs and slashes his way through the chaff, small alien-like beings, elfin creatures with huge eyes. A hulking monstrosity raises an axe to chop him to pieces when they reenter an engine room, and Mastiff puts it down with a burst of shots that hit it perfectly in each eye, not a bullet wasted.
With time they find themselves having burst into that initial room with all the fungus. Time seems to come back to normal; the two are covered in strange blood, blood that isn't their own, not a scratch on their bodies. The giggling is loud again in the room. A long mushroom sways in the atmosphere, cloying and sweet to the tongue.
"Ugh... what was all of that?" Mastiff checks his bullets, "One mag down. Feels like everything was just a blur."
Far off, they can see a small lake shimmering purple in the artificial light-sun of the compartment. The container seems larger than it was before, like they're not even on a ship anymore.
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