"maybe we can try to calm her down?" Kiara shoots her shot. "maybe if we told her that we're not anomalies, she would-"
"I CAN HEARRRRR YOU~! EH~! DON'T RECOGNIZE YOU. MUST MEAN YOU'RE NOT ANOMALIES <span class="mu-i">AND</span> SMART ENOUGH TO NOT DIE! COME IN!" The weird smell coming from the opened airlock disappears immediately.
[MILITARY EXPERIENCE] "It's not a trap. I don't sense anything else there and even if she's armed, we outnumber her seven to one and we WON'T let her pull any tricks. I say we enter."
You have to deal with her anyways. Quentin enters first while your other allies trail behind him. Let's see what you have gotten yourself into.
https://youtu.be/GqM4bvtzkow - RESEARCH LAB
What might've been a highly advanced and well taken care of lab decades ago is nothing more but a den of filth and decay now. The only parts of the lab that haven't been destroyed and hampered with in some way are the counters scattered throughout and the bright blue lights hanging ahead. Everything else is fucking destroyed. Lab equipment lays on the floor in mangled, rusted heaps. Glass shards cover every inch of the floor from what you can assume was broken beakers and other vials.
The walls and floors, which you assume were meant to be white before, are stained brown, black, and red now from all sorts of foul fluids and dried chemicals. The stench in here can only be described as fetid, moist, and musty. The smell of a room that hasn't been aired out in weeks and hasn't been cleaned for much, much longer than that. Even just breathing in the air burns your lungs from how foul and putrid the air is.
Most of the counters and shelves inside this small lab are empty aside from some leftover vials of yellowish green and cherry red fluids (A-Energy and C-Extract?) alongside various random trinkets that might be PARADIGMs: A razor sharp knife made out of bone, a salt encrusted flashlight, a gas mask that constantly leaks weird red fumes, and a jagged hunk of wood constantly leaking blood.
A few more seem to be locked behind a glass shelf with mostly misted over glass but those aren't your focus right now.
A few feet in front of you is a tall, gangly woman that somehow looks equally young and ancient at the same time. Her arms and legs are wrinkled, mangled hunks of flesh that make Naomi's burn scar encrusted body look young. Yet her face and her chest are soft, smooth, and young.
How can you tell? Aside from a labcoat encrusted in blood and chemicals, she is not wearing anything else. Luckily everything is covered up by her labcoat but you can still see glimpses of her body underneath. Her stained purple hair is a mangled mess of hair knots and her face, while young looking, has clearly seen better days with the amount of gunk stuck to it.
The odd thing about her is the glasses she wears. They swirl and sparkle with various colors that should not be possible. Pinks, blues, yellows, and other colors you can't even process in your mind.
