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"Feh. I'm going to sleep." Ashley gets off the floor. "This shit is going to fry my head if I think about it any more than I have to." She glances over at Lex for a brief moment before shaking her head. "Feh." Before anyone has time to ask her what that's supposed to mean, she disappears into the maze of cots.
You lay down on your own cot while your other allies scatter. Soon, you pass out into a dreamless sleep.
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>YOUR PARTY DIDN'T GET GREAT REST TONIGHT.
>NO RESTRAINT HEALED, +1 FLESH HEALED
>PARTY HP
NICOLE: 4/4 FLESH, 5/9 RESTRAINT
LEX: 5/6 FLESH, 3/4 RESTRAINT (STILL HAS FIVE CHARGES ON HIS ARMOR.)
ADAM: 5/5 FLESH, 4/5 RESTRAINT
ASHLEY: 5/5 FLESH, 3/4 RESTRAINT
BENEDICT: 8/8 FLESH, 4/5 RESTRAINT
Feh. As you regain consciousness, you feel physically rested but your mind is racing a mile a minute. It doesn't take long for your allies to wake up as well. Their bodies are well rested but their minds are still completely shot.
This is also when you realize that the crew quarters is still empty. Well, with the exception of you and your allies...and a certain Captain. Captain Abraham looks beyond bone tired. In the dim light of the oil lamps, you can make out the dark purple bags under his eyes. He tosses a handful of papers onto the floor, nods, before heading back up the hatch and onto the upper deck of the ship.
You kneel down to pick up the papers while your party tries their best to wake up. You skim through the contents...
<span class="mu-s">ANOMALY REPORT: THE ADMIRAL'S GAME</span>
<span class="mu-s">PENNED BY ZETA-ZERO, PHI-FIVE, AND THIRD PARTY ASSOCIATE FELIX MOROZOV.</span>
That name sounds familiar. Felix Morozov. One of Alexis' relatives, you guess?
<span class="mu-s">THE ANOMALY HAS BEEN DESCRIBED AS RESEMBLING A BATTLECRUISER OF SIMILAR MAKE AND MODEL OF A EXECUTIONER CLASS DREADNOUGHT (MADE BY A COLLABERATION OF S, X, AND G-CORP) OF DOUBLE THE AVERAGE LENGTH OF SUCH A MODEL. COATED IN A THICK NAVY BLUE PAINT. MAIN ANOMALOUS QUALITY IS AN INSTALLED BULLHORN AT THE BOW OF THE SHIP. THE SOUND PRODUCED BY THIS HORN DOES EXTREME LEVELS OF ESOTERIC DAMAGE TO THOSE EXPOSED TO IT.</span>
<span class="mu-s">EXPOSURE TO ESOTERIC DAMAGE RESULTS IN SEVERE COGNITIVE, PHYSICAL, AND EMOTIONAL DISTRESS THAT IS REMARKABLY HARD TO HEAL IN THE FIELD. ONLY WAY TO NEGATE THIS HAS BEEN TO DESTROY THE BULLHORN. HOWEVER, THOSE WHO MANAGED TO DAMAGE IT REPORT THAT IT SELF REPAIRS.</span>
<span class="mu-s">THE SHIP SEEMS TO HAVE NO CREW ON BOARD ASIDE FROM ONE ENTITY REFERRED TO AS 'THE ADMIRAL.' ONLY CONSISTENT DESCRIPTOR IS A HUMAN MALE IN HIS LATE 80s WEARING A X-CORP ADMIRAL MILITARY OVERCOAT. HEAVILY ADORNED IN MILITARY MEDALS. UNCERTAIN IF HE OR THE SHIP IS THE ACTUAL ANOMALY. IT IS BELIEVED THIS IS IRRELEVANT GIVEN THE ADMIRAL'S PROPERTIES.</span>
<span class="mu-s">THE ADMIRAL HAS FULL CONTROL OVER EVERY WEAPON INSTALLED ON THE SHIP. THE SHIP HAS BEEN RECORDED BEING ARMED WITH: FIFTEEN 45-CALIBER 12 INCH NAVEL GUNS, TEN 12 POUNDER CANONS, TWO PAIRS OF ANTI-AIRCRAFT GUNS, FIVE TORPEDO TUBES, AND TWO 18 INCH NAVEL GUNS.</span>
