>>6203149>Hopefully it was worth the wait."We should head through the vents. I don't like the other options."
Vrix interjects.
"There is room only for one menial horizontally, and they would have to be prone. we would have to travel in a line with a predetermined position."
Bizz speaks up.
"I'd have to go first, so I could take the grating off on the other panels"
Then Sra interjects.
"I know how these shafts wind and twist, so I should go after Bizz, to help guide her."
Then Rilex and Kraf.
"I might be needed, in the middle, or something."
"And if someone cuts themself I'll have to pass a bandage from the middle, more efficient that way."
Then Vrix.
"This Units augmetics would produce to much noise, and any hostiles attempting to sneak upon us would stalk more competently, if this unit was in the farthest back position. So, second position is optimal."
Guess your stuck in last place. You didn't even get a chance. Bizz crams herself into the vent. You doubt she could even move her arms in there. she could still headbutt the vent though, so it probably is fine. The other three menials, who are slighter in form, more easily fit in the vent, enough to carry their stubbers. Vrix then clambers into the vent. It is mildly comical, but your stifle your amusement. Besides, she's been relatively hands off for this assignment.
You are alone in this room now. You stare down the hallway and feel, not an allure, not a revulsion, but a sense of dread. A premonition momentarily pings off your subconscious, and it spells something terrible afoot.
However, never the one to let superstition rule your life, praise kharneth, you go prone and enter the vent, then turn around and pull the vent grate back on.
You clamber through the the winding tunnel, following vrix, occasionally finding more of those hairs. occasionally you see a point where the vent splits off, into absolute darkness. Vrix is barely lighting up the place. You keep going. Then something catches your eye.
In one of the side vents, you see, a mass, like a blanket draped over something lumpy. You rub your eyes. It's gone. Then further down, a pipe, pointed at you. then gone. Clicking noises, like the rotation of gears, or a paw on metal. Something might be following you, Or, you might be going crazy. At least it hasn't done anything yet, You hope.
>What do you do?>Next time you see it, call out to it, with your intentions.>Next time you see it, Threaten it.>Next time you see it, Fire Warning shot.>Next time you see it, Shoot to kill.>Ready yourself.>Ignore it, But stick a bit closer to Vrix.>Pass the message up the line about it.[can be chosen with other choices].>Other.[Write-in]>P.S., Will try to be more consistent from here on out, but don't keep high hopes. 
