"Well, nothing to do now but wait." Straf sighed with his luck, it'll be a while. Instead of focusing on the negative right now, he tried to do the opposite. He whistled a tone aloud, trying more to keep himself entertained than calm in his current situation.
"This Place Andros seems like a trap almost like we are being lead here. We could be frozen in this damned place not a good way to go." she suggested as she helped him close the door. It was cold they needed to stay away and there body's were slowly wearing down.
"Yea, this whole situation feels like a trap. Think there are any clothes or blankets around?" He continued to hunt for supplies and a potential alternative exit.
"Don't know but it seems like we are nearing a end." She said as she continued her eye looking out for anything "Need to find a way out or a way to the sewers Think there was a sewer line to the base to the hive." she said "Could be a few cryo suits around since this is cryo bay there could be something that protects against the cold and possibly a few vents but I am less likely to take that path again." she said
Pushing the doors shut behind them, they were able to get a good look at their surroundings now. In front of them lay several surgical tables in pristine condition though the leather restraints looked worn and well-used. Monitors hibernated along several of the walls and tables scattered about even as a few lazily scrolled foreign data packets across their surfaces. A few documents lie on a desk with dozens of different medical readings and other unknown measurements of what would be assumed to be test subjects that had been operated down here. While there didn't seem to be any temperature controls or weapons lying around, the place was dominated by two blast doors on either flank with another elevator entrance at the end most likely where they stored the more hazardous equipment or subjects. To the immediate left lay a rack of hostile environment suits most likely used by whatever scientists or technicians had worked here before but they were locked behind an energized security field controlled by a small holo-panel which stated a supervisor of clearance level five or higher was needed to deactivate the field. All that was left to do now was: Investigate the documents to see if there's any hidden information about the operations of this facility Search the desks/filing cabinets for a data badge Attempt access to the other rooms Barricade the door with the furniture to further reinforce it ________________________________________________ *Straf is now trapped with no one to help him - GG* Just kidding: I could write a boring paragraph of how he is still imprisoned and no one has shown up but I won't because fuck it!
Andros started pushing furniture and anything not nailed down against the door they entered though. "We need to hurry before they make it down here. It won't last long but it should help!" Once that was done he started looking for a security badge so they could hopefully get to the hazard suits. And potentially open an exit!
"We are likely labeled as renegade now because of that inquisitor." she said as she helped Andros move furniture as she moved a desk she opened up the drawers looking for anything useful in them. "Check the files for codes or anything to open those door and deactivate those energy fields to get those hazard suit if worst comes to worst I could try to smash it." She said After moving the desk she began moving the filing cabinet tipping it to hold against the door. "Try the other doors to see if they work." She said as she opened the filing cabinet looking for a way to open the damn doors.
With the entrance way thoroughly blocked, the room looked almost barren as the chairs and small tables were now piled up against the only known visible port. While moving the furniture, several documents were deposited onto the floor as well as a few shattered vials of chemicals which began to slowly eat away at the floor where they had landed even as they quickly dissolved into the air. Inside of the filing cabinet were several old records stating the original academy's purpose as a medical research facility back when it was held under its own planetary government going back almost three hundred years. Apparently this had been an old biological ward designed for worst case scenario outbreaks and medical experimentation with diseases and pathogens. While none of the records stated whether or not any of the patients were still within the ward when the Imperial Empire shut it down, they did state that many of the containment fields had failed and containment procedures implemented which explained the freezing cold. There was one note of an old fail safe code for deactivating most of the force fields but the ledger was faded with age and only seven of the nine digits were legible: 84113?7?2. Another set of records also gave a general idea of the facility's true size as this ward was supposed to have been staffed by 400 technicians, doctors, and scientists in addition to housing upwards of 3,000 patients and/or test subjects...most of which may never had left when the lift was magnetically sealed. There was no knowing what lay ahead or if there may still be something lurking in the bowels of this place... __________________________________________ After several minutes, Straf began to hear voices up ahead followed by heavy footsteps. While they didn't appear to be close, they were definitely becoming more faint which meant that any chance of rescue was fading and there was no knowing when another person(s) may stumble across his predicament. By now, the klaxons had mostly died off audibly yet their pulsing red throbbing continued as the containment measures appeared to finally be getting the fires under control. It seemed it had been days since the supposed training mission had begun and thoughts of escaping this place seemed to be dissapearing with every heartbeat which pounded in his chest with the force of a shotgun discharging causing each breath to come in painfully as the pressure irritated the bruised flesh.
A loud growling noise emanated from below Straf's current position. At first it could have been mistaken by someone as a feral and hostile animal, but Straf knew better. It was his stomach. He was getting very hungry, not to mention a bit irritated by being stuck somewhere all the time without someone giving him something to eat. So when he heard the footsteps and voices, his tone was not one of a hopeful and desperate trapped man hoping to be rescued but one more of an annoyed hungry one waiting in a rather long queue at a restaurant. "Hey! Can someone give me a hand here?"
Looking at the faded numbers he shrugged and went over to the containment field's control panel. "Well here goes nothing." Crossing his fingers he began punching in the numbers: 841136752. He really hoped that the fields would drop so they could get access to the suits. Once done with that he began messing with the other lift hoping that it could be used as a possible escape route.
