Mora Station

[Champ]

A small docking bay door on the flight deck of Mora began to creak...

Suddenly, the jammed door snapped open, and seemed to bend out of shape as it turned inwards. The pressure seal hadn't been engaged for years, and the metal crept to the point of deformity. The door wouldn't seal again if closed, and the airlock definitely wouldn't function until it had been replaced. "Ah, crap...", the figure mumbled to himself.

He along the deck in the dim light, lit only by the low glow of the ship lights slipping through the gap the door had left. Sebastien walked around near aimlessly on the deck, not apparently sure of what he was doing. He'd seen the Bastet moored outside, knew Commander Staite was somewhere on board, and that his job was to help her. He stubbed his toe on the dark floor and only narrowly avoided tripping flat on his face.

"Ack-" he muffled his pain. "Right then..." he spoke softly as if to avoid being heard, and pulled the standard torch out of his standard body armour pack, stubbornly, as was standard for him. Wandering on he saw an elevator cracked open. Drawing closer to it he froze, experiencing the same odour of some reeking death that Staite and her crew had suffered earlier. He put on his gas mask, and continued up to the elevators, preferring the temporarily powered lift as he disdainfully glanced at whatever might've caused such a smell.

He stepped in, and the doors twisted shut around him. "Let's see... where to..." he mumbled to himself. "Maintenance... Quarters... ooh.. Labs...". His voice modestly excited and his eyes brightened at the idea of seeing the Laboratories of Mora, as he read over the decks. "Upper Command Deck?" *He chuckles to himself* "Sounds like her..." And with that he activated the lift, the temporary power dragging it to its destination at a pace that didn't do justice to the true capability of the system.

After another 3 minutes, the lift seemed to stop, and Sebastien was jerked out of the lull by the idea of getting out. He pulled at the doors to open them, with seemingly no effect. "Right...". He strained himself, pulling at the doors with the strength he could muster, his face going red and his skin and suit taut as he grimaced at the door to open.

As if instantly and with a loud snap, the doors flew open as if without resistance at all. Startled, Staite and the others aboard the deck flung around on reflex, their guns drawn and pointed squarely at Sebastien.

"HmHmHm" *His short and muffled chuckle did little to ease the crew* "You alright Commander Staite?" *He beamed* "You look like you've seen one of those ghosts!"

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