by The Kingpin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 11:43 am
"Keep alert. Vhatever attacked us has teleportation technology" warned Dietrich as he entered the building, the dull orange lenses of his suit-integrated gas mask igniting in a blaze of golden yellow, readings and energy signatures appearing across his HUD, the entire potential battlefield laid bare before him. One particular rift signature caught his attention, though it disappeared before he could identify it, seemingly vanishing without a trace. While it could easily be a negligible threat, the possibilities of what it could be worried him. He quickly discarded it however, convincing himself that it couldn't possibly be what he thought it was. Too far he assured himself as he walked through the large entrance hall, weapon gripped firmly in his skeptical hands...
The building looked like a corporate headquarters. The front desk was too small and simple to be a hotel reception. Strange 'chairs', if they could be called that, were placed behind the desk, and seemed to be meant to hold the user upright with odd, tendril-like harnesses and a curved spine made of some kind of plastic or alloy, it's faintly metallic sheen throwing off identification, elemental scanners drawing a blank. On the desk, two large glass domes protruded upwards, looking like some exaggerated 60s rendition of a desk-top computer. One was broken, jagged shards pointing upwards as a glimmering fluid seeped from one side of it and onto the desk, flowing onto the floor with a consistency that seemed somewhere between adhesive and viscous, refusing to split into smaller parts, yet wriggling as though it had little traction on the desk's polished surface. The other 'screen' was caked in dust, though a glow could be seen coming from within, though notably dimmer than the contents of the broken one, implying the glass was either tinted, or kept specific environmental conditions for the fluid within.
The rest of the room seemed considerably less alien to the outsiders, dull grey walls lined with dim white glowing strips, looking like an LED path-illumination system as one would expect in a cinema or other such establishment. The main light sources, dish-shaped dips in the ceiling, were long since extinguished, and in their place, large black orbs seemed to congregate in asymmetrical clusters, a few of them shifting and scuttling amidst their kin on occasion, seeming like fat, round spiders or beetles more than anything else. To the right side of the room, a long, dull corridor extended out of sight, cluttered with fallen cabinets and couches. To the left, a small door led to a room that Dietrich suspected to be a supply room, a stack of what looked like ancient packs of paper visible at a glance by the doorway. Further cluttering the room were several more of the stone-like crustaceans, huddled up in clusters of three all around the room, looking no less like rocks than the objects they strove to emulate. Perhaps the most disturbing sight in the room, aside from the creatures hidden in the shadows, feeding on whatever had tried to escape earlier, was the sight of thick red webs spread across corners around the room. Literally every angled surface in the chamber was caked in the gore-like viscous substance, and were this any less alien, Dietrich would immediately assume that it truly was what it looked like. Situation being as it was however, he disregarded that assumption, though the pungent scent of must and decay did make him doubt for a few moments if he was truly wise in that decision...
"That flying rubbish skip doesn't know when to quit!" said Jacob as he assembled one of his back up weapons, looking very much like a rocket launcher though three bright blue glowing cylinders could be seen located halfway along the length of the weapon. It was relatively primitive, but he hoped that would be a plus for them in this case. High tech weaponry had proven ineffective on the clanking chimera of clutter thus far, and its durability seemed only to increase as it smashed through obstacle after obstacle in pursuit of them...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG